Hugh's bootsteps echoed through the halls, his head hung low. He had returned from what was soon to be dubbed, the Battle of the Gullet, and Rhaenyra Targaryen had lost a valuable asset, her son, a beta known as Prince Jacaerys Velaryon. Hugh felt slightly guilty, he had been given the oppurtunity of claiming a dragon, something rarely given to bastards such as himself and with that dragon, he had failed to properly keep casualties from happening.

Hugh was more ashamed of his failure to keep the Prince alive than he was actually grieving. He didn't know the Prince well enough to grieve, and the Prince, with every encounter he had with the beta, had seemed to increasingly hate all three of the Dragonseeds, for what reason, he didn't know. What he had known, was that the Prince had hated Ulf a little more than the rest, but Ulf was mannerless and arrogant at times. So Hugh couldn't say he blamed the Prince.

Whilst Hugh didn't particularly grieve or mourn the Prince, it was clear there was someone who did. He could hear their sobbing and pleading for Jacaerys to return them, and he could also smell their scent. It was an omega, but their scent differed from the average Highborn omega and drastically differed from a lowborn omega. The scent must have belonged to an omega of royal-standing, a relative of Jacaerys no doubt.

The scent made Hugh's body eagerly search for it, whether he was trying to or not, it seemed his body had a mind of it's own. Hugh had to remind himself that he was already mated, to a beta named Kat. But there was a part deep in his mind that kept telling him that omega's and alpha's worked better together than a beta and an omega did. Hugh was conflicted, but the wailing of the omega made him agitated. It was driving him mad. Not because it was annoying, but because he couldn't comfort the omega. Hugh had never had a reaction such as this before.

Hugh found himself searching even more for the omega, a Princess or a Prince? He did not know, but he was about to find out.