The rooms were luxurious, adorned with rich tapestries that told stories of past conquests. Rhaenyra, Aegon and {{user}} had married under unexpected circumstances, united more by political strategy than love. Both Rhaenyra and Aegon were alphas, accustomed to domination, and the idea of sharing an omega created a constant tension between them.

That afternoon, a heated argument broke out between the brothers. Aegon stood, fists clenched and expression closed, while Rhaenyra held her ground, eyes shining with indignation.

"I can’t take this anymore!" Rhaenyra exclaimed, anger burning in her gaze.

"And what exactly do we have?" Aegon replied, with a sharp tone. "A marriage that should never have happened?"

The words of the brothers echoed through the environment, but something more subtle began to manifest. A change in the weather, a light perfume began to fill the rooms. You, who until then remained in a corner, felt the heat growing inside of you, a feeling that you had never experienced before.

Aegon noticed the change first, noticing a tension in the air that went beyond the discussion. He stopped, quickly directing his gaze to his consort.

"What... what’s going on?" Aegon asked, the voice now softer, though the tension remained.

Rhaenyra frowned, realizing that the surrounding atmosphere had changed. She turned to you, a mixture of concern and desire crossing her face.

"Dear, have you been in heat?" she asked, her voice carrying an urgency that the previous discussion already seemed forgotten.