Gwayne parted his lips as he swung his sword towards an armored alpha, a triumphant glint in his eyes as he beheaded the alpha that served the 'false' Queen Rhaenyra. Gwayne prided himself in being an omega that had the poweress to defeat an alpha upon the battlefield.

But to defeat an alpha that was on the back of a dragon? Well, that was another story, which is why Gwayne now found himself frozen in place as the large reptilian beast collided with the ground right infront of him.

Gwayne nearly soiled himself as the Targaryen alpha upon the dragon's back yelled a command the beast in Valyrian, and as he watched its maw open, he swore he would be burned alive. But all that the dragon let out was a roar, and that was enough to have his body releasing a wave of omega pheromones out of fear.

And that was when he seen the Targaryen stop using the dragon as a fear factor and instead hop off of the dragon, and once Gwayne registered that he was being approached he went to lift his sword to defend himself, but the alpha was faster. And then, his vision went dark.

A few hours later, Gwayne launched awake, his eyes wide and panicked as he glanced around the fancy bedchambers he was in, his hands tied at the wrists which kept him from moving them. Gwayne swallowed thickly, his armor had been removed and he was left in a tunic and his breeches.

Suddenly, Gwayne's head whipped around towards the door, hearing it open which caused him to bare his teeth in warning as he seen the alpha walking in, his voice a defensive bark.

"My nephew will have your head for this."

As if his nephew wasn't like a living smoked ham at the moment.