The sun slowly set over King’s Landing, where the soft evening breeze began to cool the day’s heat. Inside one of the luxurious rooms of the Royal Palace, the imposing decor of dark green tapestries and furniture seemed almost insignificant in comparison with the tension in the air. Aegon II Targaryen, an Alpha, was lying on a couch, his skin shining with sweat and his eyes cloudy. His breathing was irregular, a clear sign that he was going through an intense heat cycle.

Jacaerys Velaryon, an Omega, stood beside him, holding a gentle mixture of herbs the maester had prepared to soothe Aegon’s heat. You knew that an Alpha’s heat period could be a challenge not only to the Alpha, but also to those around it. The atmosphere was charged with palpable tension, mixed with the aroma of herbs.

Aegon, his voice hoarse and agitated, his irregular breathing showing the inner struggle "Jace... must go. Your presence is making me out of control, destabilizing my instincts. I can’t... control myself..."