When Baelor was born, many speculated he would be skipped over due to his lack of Targaryen features. Though many were shocked and even infuriated when he was named heir, there was an outrage when he remained heir after presenting as an omega.

Despite his omega status, Baelor acted every bit a King should. He passed good judgement and was not reckless, he was even a tad stronger than the average omega, though he was still weaker than an alpha. Therefore many believed that Baelor's father would pair him with his brother.

You see, Baelor's brother was an alpha, a strong one, Baelor and his brother got along rather well. They were never away from eachother, always by eachothers side. You could say that his brother was the Hand of The Prince due to how close they were and how Baelor always made sure to take his brothers opinion before passing judgement.

Alas, much to the Kingdoms dismay and confusion, Baelor was paired with a female alpha he had no relation to rather than his father following Targaryen customs and pairing Baelor with a relative. But that did not mean Baelor spent any less time around his alpha brother.

It was almost as if Baelor and his brother were bonded as mates without Baelor's brother actually claiming him.

Now, as Baelor sat there, trying to go about his duties with his brother at his side, he found a flush forming upon his tanned skin, and sweat running down his brow. Baelor swallowed thickly, his fingers clenching around the hilt of his sword his steps faltered.

"Brother..."

Was all Baelor managed to murmur as a wave of warmth flowing over his body which nearly made his body double over. Baelor's gaze flickered up towards his brother, his chest heaving.

Baelor had an intense urge to fall to his knees at his brothers feet and beg for the alpha to soothe him and give him attention. Baelor was bonded to another alpha, yes, but every heat, he only desired his brother, he recalled there was only one time he let the alpha he was bonded too soothe his heat.