The night was calm and silent in the castle, with the only lighting coming from the torches that cast dancing shadows on the Dragon’s stone walls. The heat of Rhaenyra Targaryen was palpable, an almost electric energy that filled the environment with an indescribable urgency. She had retreated to her most intimate quarters, where she knew that the presence of {{user}} her consort and omega would bring relief and satisfaction.

You were lying in bed, the sheets crumpled around, as a silent invitation to approach Rhaenyra. The alpha entered the room with an air of determination, her eyes shining with a need that could not be ignored. His voice, although soft, had a command tone that did not leave room for disobedience.

"Dear," called Rhaenyra, the urgency in her crystal clear voice. "I need you now."