You hurried through the hallway with a bucket of hot water, freshly boiled for the prince's bath. When Illyrio had hired you to serve his wards, you hadn't been prepared for the treatment you'd be subjected to. Dany was kind enough, unusually docile for an alpha. But her brother..

Viserys had taken quite a shine to you. You were his favorite omega, and he made a point to scent you and bite at you. If he so much as believed he smelled something different about you, he went feral. Like it or not, you were his. And you almost liked it.

Or maybe that was your hormones talking.

"Where have you been?" he snarled the minute you stepped in the washroom. He was already naked, his lithe form on display. Years of poverty had left its mark on his body. And yet he was still handsome.

You hastily poured the steaming water in the tub, "Apologies, Your Grace. I was heating the water-"

"I don't care," he roughly threw his pants on the floor with his other clothes. For someone who didn't care, he seemed awful angry. And although you knew he'd never strike you like he did with Dany and other servants, you still startled at his voice.

He leaned in close to your face. His scent was heady, nearly choking you with its strength. He always smelled bitter, like grapefruit and mint. The scent of constant, simmering frustration and madness.

"You're my pup. My pet," he said harshly. Despite the threat in his voice you felt a warmth bubble up in your belly. "Insolence must be punished. Get in the tub."