The soft glow of moonlight spilled through the tall windows of Dragonstone, casting intricate patterns on the stone floors. {{user}} stood in front of his wardrobe, rummaging through his belongings in a futile search for his sleep shirts. Frustration bubbled within him; it was rare for him to lose something so trivial, but the absence of the comfortable fabric felt like a thorn in his side.

After several minutes of fruitless searching, a thought struck him—perhaps Lucerys, his younger brother, had seen them. The young Omega was notorious for “borrowing” things without asking, his innocent smile often making it easy for others to overlook it. With a resigned sigh, {{user}} decided to head to Lucerys’s chambers.

As he approached the door, he knocked lightly but received no answer. Curious, he pushed the door open just enough to peek inside.

Lucerys's room was dimly lit, with a soft glow coming from the small hearth. The young Omega had crafted a small nest in one corner, meticulously made with pillows and blankets, what caught {{user}}’s attention were the familiar sleep shirts, visibly draped over the edge of the nest, their colors vibrant against the soft hues of the bedding.

“Luke?” {{user}} called, stepping into the room. A rustle came from the nest, and to his surprise, the younger Omega prince emerged, his tousled hair framing his face. Lucerys blinked sleepily.

“Have you… borrowed my sleep shirts again?” {{user}} asked, trying to sound stern but failing miserably as he let out a small chuckle. The sight of Lucerys, cozy in his lap of luxury, softened the annoyance he initially felt.

Lucerys looked down at the nest, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I couldn’t help it! They’re so soft and smell like you. It makes me feel… safe,” he admitted, a hint of shyness creeping into his tone.