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She was sitting clutching a heavy book, smoothing the faces of the drawings, the portraits of the mortal kings and members of the Targaryen family.

And now she, the current Queen of Westeros, Cersei of House Lannister, had arrived at the Dance of the Dragons to see...

"You're here, and we've been looking for you," her brother and Kingsguard chief, Jaime, spoke to her.

"What are you doing?" He saw her ushering in the reign of King Aegon II, the first Omega to sit on the Iron Throne.

"It's said he was a whore, like one of the slutty Omegas in Flea Quarantine. He wouldn't let any Alpha go without trying to seduce and sleep with him."

"I don't think he was! Just because he was an Omega doesn't mean he used his body to gain access."

"Why do you say that, Cersei? You defend him so vehemently."

He shrugged, surprised by her. "Or are you sad because you're an Omega like him?"

"He was the first Omega to sit on the Iron Throne, and he wore the crown of the conqueror, who was one of the most powerful Alphas of that era." She began to list her reasons, flipping through the pages of the section on his reign.

"After that, he became the King Regent, and the period of the Regency of King Aegon III began. Their struggles, and their recorded words were indicative of the suffering of each of them during that period."

She flipped through the pages until she reached the beginning of the reign and coronation of King Aegon III, which began with his marriage to his uncle, the King Regent, Aegon II.

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Aegon II bore five children to King Aegon III, two of whom became kings and three of whom became important figures in Targaryen and westerosi history.

They were Daeron I, Baelor I, Daena Targaryen, Rhaena Targaryen, and the youngest, Aelena Targaryen.

All of them introduced as Alphas, except for Rhaena Targaryen, who introduced as a Beta.

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Daeron I, the conqueror of Dorne and the one who added dorne offically to the Seven Kingdoms, married the only daughter of his uncle Viserys, the quiet and gentle Omega, Naerys, with whom he had three children, including Daeron II targaryen Daenerys Targaryen, Queen of Dorne.

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Baelor the Blessed served briefly as a septon, then as king regent, crowned and reigned for three years. His brother, Daeron I, fell ill with a serious illness and died when Daeron II was twelve years old.

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Daena Targaryen became the Lord of Summerhall, a land built during her father's reign.

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Rhaena rose till she became the Grand Maester, overseeing the health of the Omegas and modernizing treatment methods. During her reign as the grand maester, the number of Omegas dying in childbirth and suffering from serious illnesses decreased.

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Elaena, the youngest child of King Aegon III and Aegon II, became Lady of the Coin during the reigns of her brother Baelor I and her nephew Daeron II.

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Aegon hates the king regent and he has many reasons to do so.

The regent is no ordinary omega, omegas in their world never become great people as they are only seen good for their wombs, made for breeding and nothing more.

Omegas are weak in nature, always seen less than anything important, especially male omegas whom are born weak, or die always in childbirth.

In the past times of Westeros were thought as an abdomination in the world, before the Targaryens came and with them appeared the first fierce omegas whom were Queen Visenya and Queen Rhaenys the Omegas of king Aegon I.

Alphas and betas on the other side, alphas are held in great regards and preferred more especially if they were alpha males, while betas are considered ordinary people.

Omegas whether male or female fear touches or looks, are usually calm, always desires to have an alpha, want to do their duty to bear children for their alphas, but the regent, the regent is the total opposite.

The Regent hates alphas, and hates their pheromones, basically if he was allowed, he would have ordered for all alphas especially his nephew, aegon, to be hanged just like the rat catchers that killed his son, jaehaerys.

The funniest part is that he was married to his younger sister who unlike him presented as an alpha, and bore her four children.

Jaehaerys, Jaehaera, Gaemon, and lastly Maelor, two of them only survived to see the end of the war and the peace treaty.

Aegon still thinks that the regent is not an Omega, despite that the regent is proud of being an omega.

He always boasted about his status as an Omega like a suit of Valyrian steel, and every time, people looked at his harsh, distorted face, they would ask, “Is this what an Omega looks like?”

For Aegon the younger, no, his uncle, no that man have got to be a beta or an alpha, there's no way he could be an omega.

Maybe the regent used to be soft, calm and...funny, aegon still remembers his uncle before the dance, soft, his body plump and omega like,happy and cheerful, not broken or burnt, dark and scary like the man he met on dragonstone.

But the regent is not an ordinary omega and will never be, and aegon hated him for it.

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Tyland was staring into space randomly, but Aegon could feel Tyland's blind eyes staring at him, the whole time he sat in the council, while the Regent was frowning, staring at the scrolls presented to him by the Hand and Maester Orywell.

Everyone knows who caused those terrible injuries and blinded Tyland forever, and perhaps this is one of the reasons why Aegon hates attending the Council.

But the main reason was the regent himself, Whom always belittled and insulted him.

They always fought like two dragons in a bloody war, but today, today was different and Aegon the younger couldn't swallow up anymore insults from his "beloved" uncle.

"we need to start rebuilding the damaged parts of the vale as we promised lady arryn, my king" said Tyland

"“Yes, I understand that. We postponed the construction because of the budget, but I prefer not to start now because the income is limited and we have other more important obligations,” the King Regent sighed in boredom and exhaustion.

And he had a good point, the parts of the kingdom that got thrown in the war are still recovering, a huge part of kingslanding is still broken, destroyed amd under construction.

Things got worse and the air in the council chamber became thick, when lord corlys opened his mouth and asked the regent if he's planning to build bitterbridge back.

Everybody knows what happened there and what type of memories and pain it causes to the Regent.

Aegon waited to see if his uncle would start crying hysterically or scream like a weak omega.

But all he got was an angry fist that hit the council table.

"Bitterbridge will remain as it is currently, and i will make sure it'll never be built back neither in my reign nor in anyone's else" the regent shouted madly.

All the council members stared at each other with worry, cause every time the regent got mad something bad happens.

Viserys was the only one who gathered his courage and spoke to the King Regent, asking him kindly to calm down.

Which happened, the Regent sighed as he looked at Viserys, Aegon heard from some of the maids and the lowly lords that his uncle hold a soft spot for Viserys.

Orywell once said that Viserys holds resemblance to the late dead jaehaerys.

"But corlys is right my king, the future king doesn't need to rule on a kingdom a small part of it is destroyed" said unwin peake whom is acting as if he cares for the future king's best interests.

"And who is to blame, peake?" said the regent in a challenging tone, "say it if you dare"

The regent looked straight at Aegon as if he was daring him instead.

And Aegon just like any ordinary alpha loved the adrenaline rush that existed with any dare or liked competition,especially if it came from an omega as annoying as his uncle.

So he opened his mouth and said, "It was your faction who caused the war from the start"

And thus their usual fight started, the council members sighed and rolled their eyes in boredom as they got used to their bickering.

Jeyne arryn wanted to speak but got stopped by a lift of a hand from the regent, whom spoke "don't be mistaken, the war had started for a noble caus--"

"what's noble about stealing the rightful heir's throne?" Aegon the younger shouted angrily cutting the regent off.

"shut up boy, you know nothing" the regent hissed and with that he ended the council meeting.

His uncle had spread his omega pheromones, which smelled like mixture of wine and berry, to calm him down and control his " alpha hysterics" as he calls it and it worked as always.

But it hadn't stopped his brewing anger and he screamed loudly "I'm the future king and this council belongs to me too uncle, i have the right to say what i desire"

Aegon wanted to slam something or rather slam his uncle's face with a nearby wall.

"You insolent pup, you only have the right to sit and nothing more...the meeting had ended, you can all leave"

"respect your station uncle, i will sit the throne in a time not so far, so you should start learning how to respect me"

And with that aegon left taking his younger brother with him, The regent sighed trying to calm himself so none of his old cuts would open.

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"Are you that impressed with her?" Viserys suddenly asked as they stood.

"Admiring who?" he replied. "Daenera, my brother. I'm talking about Daenera, who you haven't taken your eyes off the entire time we've been standing here."

Aegon was surprised by his brother's words. No, he wasn't impressed with her. He was simply watching her laugh with his boring fiancée, Jaehaera. Daenera was a charming and lively Omega, and he didn't understand what was so fascinating about the miserable Jaehaera. It hadn't yet been revealed whether she was an Alpha, Beta, or Omega, despite her current age of fourteen. But if the maesters' words were reliable, then Jaehaera was likely to be an Alpha or a Beta, as an Omega showed signs of early introduction, as it happened with his uncle, who presented as an Omega when he was twelve.

"No, Daenera admires Jaehaera, and I heard her that day in the sept praying for Jaehaera to be an Alpha so they could marry."

Viserys murmured to himself, while Aegon wondered the fate of the treaty, if Jaehaera presented as an alpha.

Meanwhile Aegon's eyes were actually chasing the regent, and..lord unwin whom was for some reason acting as larys strong.

Unwin peake on the other hand followed the King Regent with his eyes, Aegon knows why, he still holds a grudge against his uncle after he rejected him and that's why now he attacks him at any given opportunity.

Aegon still remembers clearly the time after the war, where the greens were left with the dowager queen whom is a beta and the cripled king later the regent whom is an omega and the two only children left for the regent, whom were unpresented that time.

While the blacks were left with only him, an alpha who presented early, at that time before they've found out that Viserys is still alive.

He remembers Orywell and the way he said that the time he spent being close to his hurt, broken, omega uncle was what accelerated his presention and made him an alpha at only 10 years old.

Though Aegon laughed at first, but now it made his feelings towards the regent a little bit....preverted.

With some protectiveness or rather ownership towards him, so whenever he sees alphas surrounding his uncle, he loses his mind pretty easily.

But he hates him, and hates him with all of his being, and Viserys is right he loves Daenera and wants her, but Jaehaera creeps and scares him alot.

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At the night, A hooded figure was passing the dirty streets of flea bottom, he entered a pillow house.

There he was searching for something particular, a certian thing, the owner asked him about his desires.

The hooded figure revealed his face and hair, showcasing his dark purple eyes and his silky silver gold hair, then said "i want someone that has both Valyrian and Andal features, someone that looks like...the king regent"

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Aegon walks through the castle's dimly lit corridors, the smell of roasting meats and sweet pastries wafts from the nearby kitchens. He stops by the large windows overlooking the city, the moon casting a silver glow over the cobblestone streets. The city seems peaceful, yet Aegon knows it's a facade, a stark contrast to the tension simmering within the castle walls. The weight of his thoughts presses down on his shoulders, and he wishes for nothing more than to escape the regent's watchful eye.

He missed his mother the most, and hates the regent for the cruel death he gave her. his mother, Rhaenyra Targaryen, the rightful queen, had been taken from him, Aegon's heart aches for the warmth of her embrace. But instead of comfort, he's surrounded by whispers of treachery and the cold gaze of his uncle, who seems to enjoy the power he's usurped.

He just returned from a traven, he couldn't believe he asked for a whore that looked like his uncle Aegon, the regent. He felt so disgusting after the deed, but he had to do it. The need to dominate and hurt someone who resembled him was too strong to ignore.

He hates the regent for so much more than just his mother's death. It's the way Aegon II clings to power like a desperate child to a toy, the way he treats everyone around him like pawns in his twisted game. The regent's pettiness and cruelty have turned the castle into a prison, and every member of the court into a potential enemy. The very air feels thick with tension and deceit.

Hates the way he treats everyone better than him, oh how aegon the younger wishes he was his brother Viserys, who was loved by everyone, especially by the regent himself. Viserys, the perfect alpha, the much calmer alpha, the one who speaks with wisdom and kindness. Aegon wishes he could be like him, but he knows he is not.

Aegon is more sulky, sad, and lost in his anger most of the time just like any typical alpha. His mind is a tumult of rage, regret, and confusion, and he often finds himself at a loss for what to do next.

During a particularly grueling sword-fighting lesson with the castle's master-at-arms, he's surprised to find his thoughts drifting for the regent and his omega scent. The very idea fills him with self-loathing and anger, but he can't ignore the undeniable allure. It's a hateful desire, but the very thought of it sends a jolt through his body.

After that, in the council chamber, Viserys noticed his older brother distracted during the council meeting, his eyes often straying to the regent's seat. Concern etched on his brow, Viserys leaned over to whisper, "Aegon, what troubles you?"

Aegon's jaw tightened, and he replied through gritted teeth, "It's nothing. Just... him." He didn't need to say more; Viserys understood. The bond between them was unbreakable, and the younger alpha's pain reflected in his eyes.

The castle's grand hall buzzed with the sounds of courtly life, yet to Aegon, it was a cacophony of deceit. His uncle, the regent, presided over the council meetings with a smug smile, his omega scent permeating the air. The sight of him, so confident and in control, only stoked the fire of Aegon's resentment.

He heard from some council member that cregan stark sent a letter asking for his uncle's hand in marriage, once the regency ends. He knows It was a political move to help him, a peace offering from stark to keep the regent away so aegon could rule peacefully. The mere thought of his uncle agreeing on the proposal of becoming cregan stark's omega made Aegon's blood boil.

But he knows deep in his bones that his uncle hates alphas, and wouldn't agree to marry again that easily especially from an alpha that backed Rhaenyra's claim during the war.

Besides his uncle is obsessed with being next to his only remaining living children, Jaehaera amd gaemon. He calls them his little dragons and they are the spitting image of their mother, the late queen halaena. Aegon often finds himself watching them from afar, feeling a mix of anger, pity and envy. He's angry that they are his uncle's pawns, pity that they are born into this world of treachery and envy because he knows his uncle will do everything to keep them safe and loved while he feels like an outcast.

He likes annoying his uncle especially in the matter of his and Jaehaera's upcoming marriage, he knows how much his uncle detests this betrothal. The regent is hoping that his daughter presents as an alpha so her betrothal to him ends. But if she doesn't and she ends up being an omega, Aegon knows that the marriage will happen, and they'll be forced to marry each other.

And he doesn't want to marry Jaehaera, he and her like the same girl. Daenera, the sweetest omega he has ever seen. Her eyes sparkled like sapphires and her laugh was like the sweetest melody, it was a sound that could melt the coldest of hearts. But she from his bad luck, only has eyes for Jaehaera, the girl he is supposed to marry.

" Jaehaera grows more beautiful everyday, right uncle?" Aegon says, a smirk playing on his lips, watching his uncle's face contort into a grimace. "I can't wait for the wedding feast, can you?"

"how many more months is there is still, eight or six?" Aegon asks with feigned innocence, his voice dripping with spite.

"eight" the regent grinds out, his jaw clenched so tight it seems it might crack. "And i hope during these months she'll present as either alpha or a beta, anything but an omega," he adds through gritted teeth.

"why?, Jaehaera will be a cute omega." Aegon's voice was filled with mocking sweetness. "I'd treat her kindly if she were mine," He watched his uncle's eyes narrow and knew he hit a nerve.

He liked fighting with the regent, he can't imagine the life in the red keep without him. Aegon felt a strange thrill knowing that he had the power to make his uncle squirm, and he intended to use it whenever he could.

"she'll be an alpha," the regent said firmly, his eyes meeting Aegon's. "Just like her mother."

"And you won't touch a hair on her head," The regent said as he drank his wine in one swift gulp, his hand shaking slightly as he placed the goblet back on the table.

"I'll make sure she presents as an alpha, aegon," the regent's voice was cold and determined. "The gods would not be so cruel to me and make my daughter suffer under you."

Aegon wanted to throw his uncle on the ground and cripple him again, but he knew that would only make him look like the monster the regent painted him to be. He clenched his fists and took a deep breath, the scent of wine and sweat mixing with the regent omega's scent was making his head spin.

And on that day, Aegon had started his rut.

He felt his pheromones thickening in the air around him, a scent that could drive omegas wild. But he didn't want any of the omegas here. Except for one.

Just one Omega, The Regent.

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Aegon remembers how funny and glowing his uncle used to be before the war, how nice he was with him, how he used to play with him, Viserys, gaemon and the now dead jaehaerys, in the past.

How he used to smile at his alpha, helaena, when she randomly appears in the room with Jaehaera.

How his cheeks were flushed and plump when he was pregnant with maelor.

A stark contrast to the half dead,crippled spiteful man he met with his mother on dragonstone.

He remembers how he declared himself the rightful king, how later before cregan stark and the northern soldiers would come, his uncle had declared himself the regent on his last nephew's rule.

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The scent of his uncle was stuck in his nose, his brain was giving idea after another, intensifiing his rut and alpha instincts.

His uncle is an omega, an omega that many alphas desire, even with his half scarred face and his still broken body.

And what is he but an alpha that desires and needs to take an omega.

Besides his uncle is still young..

What is he thinking off now?? That's his uncle!

But when did that stop the Targaryen family?

The regent was married to his younger alpha sister.

His mother, Rhaenyra was married to her own uncle, daemon Targaryen.

But still it felt wrong, the Regent killed his mother, and aegon the younger felt horrible for his thoughts.

Later that day, Jaehaera had finally presented.

And it seems the gods did listen to both the Regent and Daenera's prayers.

And with Jaehaera's presenting as an alpha and her brother Gaemon as a beta, then the betrothal that was made to unite the both teams is now broken.

And with it the need to claim his uncle increased.

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Aegon's fists clenched at his side, the temptation to do just that rising within him. He knew it was wrong, that his feelings were a betrayal to the memory of his mother, but he couldn’t help the possessiveness that surged through him.

It was late at night, almost all the residents of the red keep are now asleep.

He stood infront of the regent's chamber door, thinking whether he knocks the door or doesn't. It was a stormy night, his desires and feeling rumbled like the thunder outside.

He knocked, and waited, till the chamber door was finally open, revealing his uncle wearing nothing but a night silk robe, his eyes half-lidded with sleep.

"ah, nephew, what are you doing here?" The regent's voice was a soft purr that sent a shiver down Aegon's spine. The omega's eyes glinted beautifully in the candlelight.

Aegon the younger rushed then into the room, the door slamming shut behind him. "I can't stand it," he said through clenched teeth. "I want you" he said bluntly.

"I want to bed you"

The omega's eyes widened for a fraction of a second, then narrowed with amusement. "Is that so?" he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "And what's make you think I'll allow a pup like you to touch me?"

"You're mine," he growled, the words slipping out before he could stop them. He watched as his uncle's expression shifted from amusement to something darker, then he started laughing. The sound was low and mocking, and it made Aegon's blood boil.

"Yours?" Aegon the elder repeated, his smile turning cold. "You think you can just take what you want?" He stepped closer to his nephew, their faces now mere inches apart. "I am the Regent of the Seven Kingdoms, not some omega to be claimed by an overeager alpha like you."

Aegon the Younger's eyes flashed with anger and need. "You are," he insisted, his voice hoarse. "You're mine to protect, to cherish, to..." He trailed off, unable to put into words the tumult of feelings that surged within him.

"to take" he said unbothered.

Aegon the elder's laughter died in his throat as he studied his nephew. The raw emotion in the young alpha's gaze was undeniable, and for a moment, he felt a pang of something he hadn't felt in a long time—desire. He had been used as a political tool, a breeding omega, for so long that he forgot what desire means.

He took a step back, his heart racing. "Aegon," he began, his voice softer now, "get out of here "

But Aegon was beyond words. His hand shot out and gripped the omega regent's wrist, pulling him closer. Their eyes locked, and he could see the war raging in his uncle's gaze—desire battling with duty, fear with need.

His uncle tried to fight his grip, but Aegon's strength was unyielding. His uncle was much smaller than him. Aegon’s gaze dropped to Aegon the Elder’s pulse, fluttering rapidly at the base of his neck, and he leaned in, his nose brushing against the soft skin. He could smell his scent, a tantalizing mix of wine and berries and flowers.

The regent squirmed and started threatening him, trying to push him away, but his efforts were weak and Aegon enjoyed the though of his uncle trying to push away the inevitable. "Let me go, Aegon," The regent gasped, his breath hot against the alpha's skin.
"let go of my hands, or i swear I'll get you locked up in the black cells," Aegon the elder managed to say, though his voice was shaking.

"I'll give you children," Aegon murmured, his voice a seductive promise that seemed to echo in the quiet chamber. "You'll bear them for me, You'll be my queen, and I'll be your king."

"Now tell me uncle, how did helaena take you uncle, from the front...or from behind?" Aegon the younger said watching his uncle's face contort in pain at the mention of his dead first alpha wife. The regent's eyes watered, and he flinched as aegon gripped him more harder.

Aegon always liked their height difference, the way his uncle had to crane his neck to look at him, the way his smaller frame looked in his arms, made aegon desire to take his uncle even more.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot on Aegon the elder's neck. He could feel the omega's pulse racing under his touch. "Don't say her name," The Regent snarled, trying to jerk away, but Aegon the Younger's grip was unyielding.

"Why not?" Aegon whispered, his breath tickling the sensitive skin of the elder's neck. "acting like you actually loved your alpha sister wife, now uncle?"

The omega regent's eyes flashed with fury, and for a moment, Aegon thought he had gone too far. But then Aegon the elder's s body relaxed slightly, and he leaned into the touch, his voice shaking. "You know nothing of love," he spat, his voice filled with pain and bitterness. "You're just a pup playing at being a man."

"mmh..and what else uncle?" Aegon's voice was a low, seductive rumble that seemed to resonate within Aegon the Elder. The omega's heart skipped a beat, his mind racing with conflicting emotions—fear, anger, and a strange, unwelcome craving for his alpha's dominance. He almost managed to free himself from his nephew's grip and slapped him across the face, the sound echoing through the room.

The younger Aegon staggered back, his hand flying to his cheek where the slap had landed. The sting of the blow was nothing compared to the sting of the words. His eyes searched his uncle's face, looking for any sign of regret or softening, but all he found was the cold, hard glint of a cornered animal. "I see," he said, his voice deceptively calm. "You wish to play this game, then?"

Aegon gripped him but this time even harder, his eyes burning with a fierce passion that scared Aegon the elder to his core. "I am not playing games, Uncle," Aegon said, his voice low and serious. He pushed him into the bed, ignoring the omega's protests. "You haven't answered uncle, how did aunt helaena take you? from behind or from the front?"

Aegon decided to take his uncle from the front, perhaps to see his face as he claimed him, to watch the emotions play out on his features as he realized the depth of his nephew's need. Aegon II stumbled backward, his eyes wide with fear and anger.

The backs of his legs hit the bed, and before he could react, Aegon was on top of him, pushing him down into the plush pillows. He could feel the omega's heat radiating from his body, his scent growing stronger as he struggled beneath the alpha's weight.

the elder squirmed under him, trying to push him away, but Aegon 's need was too strong. His hands roamed over the omega's body, feeling the softness of his skin, the curve of his hips, the firmness of his thighs. His uncle's robe had come undone in the struggle, revealing the slender frame and the burns on his left side that never fully healed from the dragon's fire.

And with one move he untied his pants and was inside him in one swift motion, feeling his uncle’s body tense up around him. He was tight, so tight, but Aegon was merciless in his desire, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that had Aegon II gripping his board shoulders, his nails digging into the alpha’s skin. The omega’s eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth open in a silent scream as he tried to adjust to the sudden intrusion.

He could feel his uncle's muscles contracting around him, the warmth of his body enveloping him, and he knew that he had won. The omega was his now. The thought filled him with a sense of possessiveness that was as overwhelming as it was disturbing.

Aegon II's moans and whimpers grew louder, his body trembling with each thrust. Aegon's grip on his wrists tightened, his hips moving faster, his teeth grazing the soft skin of his neck. He knew he was close, the scent of the omega's arousal driving him wild.

With a snarl, Aegon II bucked his hips, trying to throw the younger alpha off. But Aegon the younger was too strong, his body too relentless. He bit down on his uncle's neck, marking him, claiming him

Aegon's knot grew larger, and he felt the moment of no return approaching. The omega beneath him was trembling, his body tightening around him.

The scent of his omega uncle was driving him mad, making him go to the point of no return.

Aegon felt his knot swell, and he knew he had to finish this. With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to deep, his knot swelling inside of the elder. The regent's body convulsed beneath him.

His body shuddering as he climaxed, his seed spilling inside of his uncle's fertile womb.

As he saw his uncle's tears after he calmed and climaxed, Aegon felt a twinge of guilt. He hadn’t meant to hurt him, but his need had been too great to ignore. He pulled out carefully, his knot receding, and leaned down to kiss the tears from his uncle's cheeks. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice filled with regret. "I'm sorry, we'll get married"

"you can rule as you desire uncle," Aegon the younger whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion.

"You're a fool, and i hate you aeg...ahh..ahh," Aegon II’s words were cut off by a gasp as his nephew started moving inside of him again, the friction of his knot sending waves of pleasure through his body despite his protests.

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Their mating was declared the next day in the council, which surprised everyone except for Viserys, who was aware of his older brother's real feelings.

While with Jaehaera and Daenera, the two were quickly betrothed to each other, they got married three moons after their betrothal ceremony.

As for Rhaena and Baela, Aegon the Younger's older sisters, well the two didn’t welcome the news that easily, but Rhaena slowly started accepting it, while for baela whom wanted sweet Daenera to be her brother's consort, she took a whole year to accept having the usurper regent as her brother's mate.

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Aegon the elder sat on his chair, watching the insolent pup, no the younger Aegon, no his dumb nephew, or now his fucking stupid alpha, sip his tea happily.

The elder wanted to bury himself or burn in dragon fire again instead of believing and admitting that he and that idiot are now mates.

He had much stronger, much better and wealthier Alphas running after him, even daeron, his younger brother Daeron, daeron the brave, had he been alive till now then mayhaps Rhaenyra's son wouldn't have took or looked at him even.

Oh if he knew that this would be the outcome then he wouldn't have taken the throne.

His Jaehaerys would be alive, his poor baby maelor would be alive, his helaena wouldn't have thrown herself nor would his dear daeron die young.

"What are you thinking of?" The younger said looking worried.

"nothing" the regent sighed, and then said "can you..erm..can you leave me alone for a while?"

He waited for an answer, he saw disappointment and sadness in his nephew's eyes before he got up and left.

The elder would lie if he said he didn't feel bad for telling him to leave, or that his omega instinct was about to take hold and maybe..maybe..no

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He laid down on his bed, trying to gather his thoughts,

He laid down on his bed, trying to gather his thoughts. The velvet comforter was cold against his skin, a stark reminder of the isolation he felt despite the warmth of the castle's chamber. The silence was a heavy blanket, suffocating him with memories of the battles he had fought, the betrayals he had faced, and the family he had lost. He closed his eyes, willing the tears not to come, but they did, sliding down his cheeks in a silent cascade of regret.

He missed his siblings, especially his younger alpha sister, Helaena. The way she used to laugh, so carefree and beautiful, before the madness consumed her. And his sons jaehaerys and maelor, they were the lights of his life, snuffed out by the cruel hands of fate and politics. Aegon II's chest tightened as he thought about them, each lost in their own tragic way.

He missed his mother, alicent, now almost mad after the death of his younger siblings, her mind torn apart by grief.
He missed his mother, alicent, now almost mad after the death of his younger siblings, her mind torn apart by grief.

And daeron, his dear daeron, his baby brother, who had been so full of life and valor. the last time he saw was when he was thirteen, before his cruel father viserys had banished daeron away to oldtown because of a disgusting rumour.

He wished he could turn back time, to when they were all young and happy, before the dance of the dragons, before the civil war that had torn their family apart.

And he missed...aemond, his other brother, he misses their bickering, their strategies, their friendship. The last time he saw aemond was at rook rest, and after that everything fell apart.

Even though aemond hurt him, especially as he was the indirect cause of his little boy's death, the elder Aegon couldn't help but feel broken by his loss.

And now he ended up being with his idiot nephew, the gods weren't cruel to him that they did give him two alpha children, but decided to joke on him and make his nephew his own alpha.

God, he asked for his daughter's betrothal to aegon the younger to end, not for his torment to start under him.
The room was dimly lit by the flickering candles, casting shadows that danced along the tapestries on the walls. The scent of burning wax and the faint hint of metal from the weapons displayed in the chamber mixed with the lingering smell of the feast they had shared earlier. Aegon the Elder felt the weight of the crown upon his head, a constant reminder of his responsibilities and the burdens that came with it. He had fought to keep the throne, to maintain his family's legacy, but it had cost him everything he had ever held dear.

The door to the chamber creaked open, and he tensed, expecting the return of the younger Aegon. Instead, it was a soft knock followed by a gentle voice, "Father, may I speak with you?" It was his daughter, Jaehaera. She looked so much like Helaena, yet had the strength of will that eluded her mother. She had always been a source of comfort to him, a silent confidante who understood the complexities of their family's fate.

Her eyes searched his, filled with concern. He waved her in, and she approached tentatively, her steps light upon the stone floor. She sat on the edge of the bed, her small hand reaching out to grasp his. "You're crying," she said, her voice filled with compassion.

"And...Aegon's alpha scent is filling the room," Jaehaera whispered, her nose scrunching slightly as she took in the subtle but distinct aroma that lingered.

The elder's eyes snapped open, and he sat up with a start. "It's that obvious?!", he exclaimed, his voice cracking. He had hoped that he can conceal his new bond for a little while longer.

Jaehaera nodded solemnly. "I noticed it when we were at the feast. It's faint but unmistakable."

The elder sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I didn't want this, Jaehaera. I didn't want to be...his."

Jaehaera's grip on his hand tightened, her eyes never leaving his. "It's not your fault, Father," she said softly. "The gods have woven a strange fate for us all."

"I feel like I've failed mother, helaena, aemond and...daeron," Aegon the Elder choked out, his voice heavy with pain.

Jaehaera leaned closer, her warmth a comforting presence beside him. "You haven't failed them, Father. You deserve a chance too." Her voice was filled with a quiet strength that seemed to resonate within the chamber. "Aegon the Younger is not them," she reminded gently. "He may not be the alpha you would have chosen, but he is kind and has a good heart."

Aegon the Elder looked at her, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "He is but a child," he murmured. "And now he is my alpha...my...mate." The words tasted bitter on his tongue.

Jaehaera offered a small smile, trying to ease the tension in the room. "Perhaps it is not the end you envisioned," she said. "But sometimes the unexpected can bring us happiness we never knew we could find."

"do you think i deserve happiness?" Aegon the Elder asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"that i deserve to have you and gaemon," he said, "i feel like I've failed the two of you too. I could have been a better father, a better protector."

Jaehaera leaned over and hugged him, her arms wrapping around his broad shoulders. "You've done your best, Father," she said firmly. "You've given us everything you could under the circumstances. And Gaemon...he loves you."

At the mention of his name, Gaemon entered the room, his eyes filled with curiosity and concern. He was Aegon's third child with his alpha helaena, though he remembers the rumours that chased him his whole pregnancy that he might have been a whore's son. The elder Aegon had never cared, his children, all of them belonged to helaena and he would kill anyone who says otherwise, "What is it, my love?" He asked, his voice gruff with emotion.

Gaemon looked at his father and sister, the bond between them clear as day. "Is everything okay?" He questioned, looking from one to the other, his eyes searching for signs of trouble.

The Elder Aegon took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes," he said, his voice a bit too tight. "Your sister and I were just talking."

Gaemon approached the bed, his gaze lingering on his father's face before finally sitting next to Jaehaera. "Talking about what?" he asked, his tone cautious.

"I'll marry..very soon," the Elder Aegon began, his voice still tight with emotion. "so you'll leave us father?" gaemon said, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and sadness.

Aegon the Elder swallowed hard, looking at his children. "No, Gaemon," he said, his voice stronger now. "I'm not leaving you. I'll be right here, but my life...it's going to change."

He reached for his youngest son, hugging him tightly. "I will always be with the two of you no matter what," he assured them. "But the kingdom needs an heir from both factions, and it seems...I'll be the one bringing him."

"why, whom will you marry?" Gaemon asked, his voice trembling slightly.

"Our cousin," Jaehaera said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Aegon the Younger."

Gaemon's eyes grew wide with shock. "oh...oh!"

Gaemon almost didn't believe the news, he was..happy? Excited? Aegon wasn't the worst option or man he could think off as a step father, he was young, handsome, strong, and kind, and they're friends.

The Elder Aegon felt a pang of hope in his heart as he held his children close. Maybe, just maybe, this union could bring peace to the realm. He knew that he had to set aside his own feelings and focus on his duty. He had to ensure that the Targaryen dynasty continued, that the wars ended, and that the people of Westeros were not torn apart by the greed and ambition of men.

"Grandmother would be proud," Jaehaera said, her smile apparent. "You are doing this for the realm, Father, as she used to say"

"stop you're sounding like her," Gaemon said with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

Aegon the Elder couldn't help but chuckle, the sound a rare thing in these dark times. "Your grandmother had a way with words," he said, his eyes distant with memory.

"but i guess, it doesn't seem so bad if you think about it," Gaemon said, his voice hopeful. "You won't have to be alone anymore. And we can be a proper family again."

"you're saying that because you don't wanna be separated from father, you baby," Jaehaera teased gently, poking her brother's cheek. "I'm not a baby," Gaemon protested, his cheeks coloring slightly.

"wrong both of you are my babies," Aegon the Elder said, his voice filled with affection as he squeezed them tighter.

For a moment, the three of them sat there in silence, the warmth of their bodies and the flickering candlelight creating a small bastion of peace amidst the chaos that surrounded them. It was a rare moment of tenderness in a world that had been torn apart by war, betrayal, and loss.

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Then he was left again with his thoughts.

The former king, Viserys I, a stupid alpha, whom is now being called the peaceful, had five children, The oldest being a beta,while he desired to have an alpha, a son who disappointed everyone when he presented as an omega not the desired alpha son and Three Alphaswhom weren't desired or loved because they didn't have Aemma Arryn's blood flowing in their veins.

Aegon his whole life, never expected to sit on the iron throne, especially after he presented as a lowly omega, like otto says.

After all as otto says he should've been an alpha, like the conqueror, he has his name, is the first son after a daughter, has a magnificent dragon, so why didn't he present as an alpha like him?.

Being the only omega in family, especially after his mother's and his grandfather's hope in him being an alpha made him become lonely, instead of being chesired, loved and protected more.

Things got worse when all of his younger siblings presented as Alphas at the same time.

And otto started to weave his fate again.

Which would be better for them to wed him to aegon, for his grandfather and mother it was either aemond or poor young daeron, or to try again to put their blood directly on the throne without any pain and wed him to Rhaenyra's heir at that time, Jacaerys.

But his father, Viserys, as always came and destroyed their plans, by wedding both him and helaena.

An alpha no matter a male or a female alpha,but preferably a male alpha, is supposed to sit the iron throne.

Not a beta like Rhaenyra, and certainly never an omega like him, omega's are seen weak creatures unfit to rule, made to obey, respect and bear, used for their bodies, the more plump , happy and healthy they looked, the more they become wanted.

Helaena, the night their stupid father had died, had refused to take her rightful place on the throne, and he almost agreed with her, saying "our older sister is the heir to throne"

But then he saw it, the scary gleam in Aemond's eye, screaming war and destruction upon everyone, that spoke about what would he do if he ascended the throne instead.

So with fear from Rhaenyra and secretly from Aemond on the life of his sweet kids, his alpha younger siblings.

Aegon decided to take the throne, declaring to the green council that he'll be crowned, the council looked at him as if he grew a dragon head, but then he said, "I'll take the throne as an omega married to a sweet, kind, well liked alpha, unlike Rhaenyra's alpha husband whom is hated by everyone"

Then he was crowned, the moment they've put the conqueror's crown upon his head, he saw respect, the moment he got called Aegon second of his name, he felt powerful, he lifted blackfyre up watching the people cheer for him, watching his family bow to an omega like him, he felt superior, he felt as if he won.

Little did he know it was the beginning of the storm.

And thus one day, Aemond returned, drenched in water from the storm, saying proudly that he killed Rhaenyra's bastard and dumb omega, Lucerys.

Helaena started screaming uncontrollably, saying the rats, the rats would come for us.

No one understood the poor helaena, till the rats indeed came for them.

Aegon was enraged the moment he saw his little boy without his head, he swore that day to kill Rhaenyra and her brood.

He remembers beating and breaking blood's - his babe's killer- skull many times that it almost turned to dust.

He heard everyone calling him mad, mad as his alpha.

He tried to mend his alpha, to bring her back to him and their remaining children, but no use, she lost her mind to fear and guilt.

She was tied, they threatened to rape her young children and her mother, she was forced to choose and then saw her eldest, the boy she didn't chose die, and she was useless, unable to save him.

And where was he, this poor excuse of an omega parent, he was sitting in the council, discussing how to keep the throne he usurped, and what to do if Rhaenyra and her second maegor of a husband decided to strike back to avenge little Lucerys.

They didn't know that night that the debt was taken, torturing both him, his children, and breaking his sweet alpha's mind forever.

He remembers the way he got burnt and got crippled.

He still cries at the mention of maelor and the horror he probably saw away from him.

He feels bad about the way his alpha died and the pain he felt run through when the bond broke, as helaena's blood spilled on the spikes.

He died many times, he survived many times, he burnt Rhaenyra the cruel, making his now alpha watch her execution with excitement.

He's mad.

And he's now gaining the payment of his madness, Aegon the Younger won't be kind to him after he took him,The regent feels that.

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He opened the door and saw the younger holding purple flowers, his eyes widened.

The younger's scent was intoxicating, making him desire to be taken by him again.

He found himself submitting, pulling him in and closing the door.

He straddled his nephew's lap who was as needy as him.

“Uhh, ah, yes, that’s it, beautiful,” he moaned, gripping the older man’s waist tightly. Red marks were visible on his sculpted waist and broad pelvis.

“Delicious omega,” “Oh, god, mmm, how good you are, omega!” The younger Aegon whispered into the older man’s ear, his voice a seductive growl that sent shivers down the elder’s spine as he rode him hard, their bodies slick with sweat and the scent of desire.

The younger Aegon was the epitome of beauty and power. His muscles twitched with every movement, and his piercing, dark purple eyes never left his uncle now his Omega’s face.

The room was filled with the raw, primal sounds of their mating—moans, gasps, and the slap of skin against skin.

The air thickened with their mingled scents, an intoxicating mix of lust and dominance that seemed to permeate every surface. Candlelight danced on their bodies, highlighting the stark contrast between their skins. The pale, dark shadows that shimmered over them.

The elder Aegon threw his head back, his eyes rolling in pleasure, as the younger tightened his grip on his hips. He was consumed by the feeling of being claimed by the one who is his heir—the one who threatened his very existence on the throne.

The pleasure was intense, almost painful in its ecstasy, as he felt the younger Aegon's knot bulging within him, binding them together in the most intimate way.

Their breathing became ragged, and their bodies synced, moving as one. The elder leaned in, capturing the younger's mouth in a searing kiss, savoring the sweetness of his submission.

The younger's arms wrapped around him, embracing him tightly, as if trying to merge their bodies into one. It was a powerful moment, a silent declaration of what could not be said aloud: that in this moment, the younger was both victorious and vanquished.

As the elder reached his peak, he felt the younger's knot thicken, stretching him to the brink of pain. A moan of pleasure slipped from his lips, and he realized he was at the mercy of the younger's dominance. The younger moaned, his breath ragged, and with a final, deep thrust, he filled the elder with his seed, marking him as his own.

The elder's eyes shot open, meeting the younger's gaze. The younger's pupils dilated with lust, and his eyes gleamed with a captivating light that was both terrifying and exhilarating. For a moment, the elder saw not his nephew, but a creature of pure power, a dragon in human form.

Their bodies trembled, and their shared climax reverberated within them like thunder in their hearts.The knot gradually began to unravel, leaving Aegon the Elder feeling both comfort and emptiness. They remained connected, bathed in the sticky warmth of their union. The Elder's mind raced, a storm of thoughts and emotions swirling around him. He felt a mixture of pleasure and fear, a strange thrill he hadn't felt since the day he ascended the Iron Throne.

Finally, with a soft groan, the Younger pulled away, his penis still semi-erect, glistening from their shared release. The Elder's body protested the sudden emptiness, a silent testament to the depth of their bond. They sat there, panting and sweating, the silence between them heavy. The Elder could feel the Younger's eyes on him, but he couldn't lift himself off the younger's lap—not yet.

The Younger Aegon reached for a towel, wiping the sweat from his sculpted belly, his penis relaxed. He watched his uncle intently, the man who had been his regent, now his own. The Elder laid there, his chest heaving, his eyes avoiding the Younger's gaze. The air is filled with the scent of their mating, a scent that foretells of dominance and submission, of love and hate.

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"you must feel locked up now, don't you?"
said the lyseni women.
Her silver golden locks fell on her face, while she took a sip from her wine.

"from the most desired omega and the most powerful one, now you've became tied to an alpha"

A huge bite mark was on her neck, similar to the one on his neck.

She smiled waiting for a response.

But then decided not to, "i know what you feel now,"

"nothing"

"nothing?"

"why did i sound crazy, your grace?"

"no, i guess, you're right i feel nothing, i feel empty" said the regent, his scanning the omega women infront of him.

larra smiled a little, her eyes looking a little sad, "that's what I've been feeling for a while, since..."

"since Viserys had presented" the regent cut her off, knowing her whole story.

He felt bad for her, another women would have ran away at any given opportunity, but she, larra, was forced to stay, not out of love, but rather out of duty.

The moment they met, a year ago, and aegon the elder saw a fierce omega women, forced to play a role she detested.

He felt bad for hating her at first, or rather her family, whom saw a child and thought of him as a prize, then threw their own flesh and blood, to tie the child to them.

But as he knew her more, the more he realized how much of a victim she is, her horrible fate was one of outcomes of the war he participated in it or rather created.

She suddenly grabbed his hand affectionately, squeezing it in her much delicate one, as if she was returning the comfort he once gave her, when news of her and Viserys mating had spread.

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Aegon the elder couldn’t believe that he is currently saying his vows to a boy aged six and ten.

The wedding ceremony was grand, as it should be for the marriage of the heir to throne.

And the regent.

The younger have put the black and red Targaryen cloak upon his own green and gold one, as if saying that the two factions have finally became one.

His father would be proud, right?, no who cares about his damned father!.

His mother and otto would be cheering that he's putting their blood upon the throne even if it meant mixing it with aemma's and Rhaenyra's blood.

everyone from the lords in the council were there expect for well, unwin peake whom aegon the younger with a swift motion of his sword had killed him.

It was a challenge made after peake had called him a whore, And the younger like any alpha couldn't suppress his anger after someone had vocally attacked his mate.

Jaehaera and Gaemon had shed their tears for him, wishing him happiness.

Daenaera, his now daughter-in-law, held Jaehaera's arm, while Viserys held into larra's hand as if she was going to run away.

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The first months went...well, which was surprising for the elder, who thought of the worst.

Aegon the younger was treating him kindly unlike what he thought.

Aegon the elder sometimes thought as if helaena was reborn again and sent back to him, but he quickly brushed those thoughts as he doesn't believe in this type of beliefs.

Those were things people grasped at it to keep their hopes high.

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He still hadn’t gotten pregnant and he felt that his time was ticking for some reason, he started hearing whispers, about how he became infertile as he grew.
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One day, he fainted during a council meeting, and felt only his nephew's strong hands lifting him up, while Orywell went behind them to the chambers.

And then he heard the news, he was finally with child, again, he will hold a babe in his arms again, and nurse him from his breast, after almost seven years.

He missed the feeling of being with child dearly.

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He paced around the room in boredom, stroking his round, large belly, feeling his child stir inside him.

On his neck were angry red marks, the marks of the Alpha and Omega's mating bites, the bites of his younger nephew, Aegon.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't long for his own Alpha, if the older one didn't desire it every time he saw the younger one.

His cheeks were flushed red and puffy, while his light lilac eyes shone as they gazed at the bulge of his pregnant belly.

A month remained until his due date, and they were still considering several names for the child. The most recent was Daeron, suggested by Jaehaera, after Aegon the Elder's younger brother and Aegon the Younger's uncle, Daeron the Bold and Brave.

The boy had been raised by the Elder before the fifth Targaryen king, Viserys the Failure, decided to banish him to Oldtown when he turned fourteen.

The Elder still remembered that time, and those dirty rumors: that he had slept with Daeron and betrayed Helena, that he had become pregnant by him, and that he had fathered Maelor. They had also previously said that his second son, Gaemon, was the son of a whore from the unlucky Alphas in Flea bottom.

He sat in silence, it was the middle of the night, his alpha left him for a sudden meeting in the council, while each of his children were busy in their own time.

He felt sad, his alpha should be next to him, not away even by a few rooms.

He felt kicks, his little boy moved inside of him, tickling his insides, he almost cried, with each movement.

Suddenly the chambers door opened, and the younger entered slowly, taking quiet steps as he thought his uncle was asleep.

His eyes met the elder's eyes, watching him craddle his bump affectionately, The younger smirked to himself.

And then he thought of say something, mayhaps his uncle might fight with him.

Aegon iii reminded his uncle of what he said years ago while being spiteful, "mmh, to think you've said my Sister's line shall end with me," he chuckles darkly, "and yet here you're with your bump fillied with my seed. How's the irony of fate?"

Aegon the elder's smile faltered his hand subconsciously resting on his swollen stomach.

"Is that the first thing you say when you see me after a long day, nephew?"

"mmh, it sounded funny in my head"

"get out" Aegon the elder hisses, his voice barely above a whisper, "Get out before I hit you with the pillow" he grabbed one of the pillows as he pouted sadly staring at his husband.

"oh come on i was joking," Aegon the younger says, his voice deep and filled with the gruffness that comes with age. He walks over to the bed, his heavy boots echoing in the chamber, and sits next to his uncle. He places a gentle hand on the elder's large belly, feeling the life that grew within.

"no you weren't," Aegon the elder says while pouting cutely, "you're always so mean to me."

"give me a kiss," Aegon III demands, his voice a soft rumble that belies the power he holds.

"no" Aegon the elder says, turning his face away, his cheeks flushed pink. But the corners of his mouth twitch upwards slightly, betraying his amusement.

"you've made me and the baby sad," Aegon the elder says, his voice filled with feigned innocence that only a seasoned omega could pull off. His eyes are wet and glossy, and he sniffles dramatically.

Aegon III sighs heavily, unable to resist the omega's act. He leans in and kisses the regent's cheek, his stubble grazing the soft skin. The regent's scent is stronger now, a sweet and alluring aroma that fills the room. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice thick with regret. He knows his words stung, even if they were meant to be a jest.

The regent's eyes light up and he turns to face Aegon III, his hands coming up to cup his husband's face. "You know I don't like it when you say such things," he whispers, his breath warm against Aegon III's skin. Their gazes lock and the tension in the room shifts from anger to something else entirely.

"i know my apologies or anything i do later will never make you forgive me for what happened, aeg" the elder Aegon says with a sad smile, his thumbs caressing the younger's cheekbones.

Aegon III's eyes soften at the use of his nickname. "do you love me?"

"you imbecile," Aegon the elder says with affection.

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He sat at the head of the council table, which was an usual sight for an omega consort, but aegon did promise him to keep his power.

Aegon the elder's eyes softened as his firstborn from his alpha, was running around the chamber, annoying the members.

daeron, his little energetic dragon, currently a boy of four, stood then next to Alyn Velaryon's chair, trying to take the council ceramic ball or the shiny ball in his language from it's plate, he noticed how alyn became stressed from young Daeron's act.

The elder remembered then, his little jaehaerys, who have done the same but with Tyland Lannister instead.

He laughed loudly before saying the same sentence he had told Tyland, "is the heir to throne bothering you Alyn?"

Which got him stressed even more.

the younger, whom was sitting right next to him, then smirked at his omega's words, and said to his brother in law "why won't you answer your queen, lord alyn?"

Daeron then left poor alyn alone and looked around for his new victim, Aegon the Younger heard his brother, Viserys, the current hand, praying so daeron won't chose him next, as he is often usually daeron favourite victim.

little daeron decided that it's enough terrorising the poor council members, and rushed towards his omega parent.

Aegon cooed at his little boy, who sat in his lap.

Then he regained his power, after the sudden kiss from his boy, and sat straightening his back.

Aegon the elder felt like he is the most powerful omega now, no one can stop him from doing what he wants, except for well his alpha, but no one would dare call him mad.

He decided to set a new life changing laws regarding Omegas.

No one will ever belittle an omega ever again, after these law would be set.

After all, omega's are sacred and rare in the Targaryen family, and in Westeros, and should always be cherished whatever they were.

They also deserve respect as they too can be great like any typical alpha or beta.

"New laws considering omegas will be set from now on" he said, while tapping on the paper.

He smirked to himself, watching the horror in the faces of the alphas of the council, with the exception of his lord husband and his good brother as they knew of this laws beforehand.
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Eight years have passed since they married and The king's consort, Aegon the elder have given his nephew, The king, Aegon the younger four children.

Yet for the younger, they didn’t seem enough.

Their loud coupling noise every night, was evidence of that.

Or maybe he just likes his omega alot.

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The screams were loud, Aegon the younger, the king, paced around, while shuddering and tensing every time his omega screamed.

Viserys, the hand of the king, was trying to calm him down, "he always makes it, don't worry brother"

"This pregnancy was different than the before, grand maester Orywell have noticed how tired uncle would get, and how sick and frail he became" Aegon said with worry itching on his face while flinching when a new scream was heard.

Suddenly the chamber and the hall went silent.

"what happened?"

"why is there's no sound coming from the chamber" he stood worried next to the door, while his younger brother grabbed him, stopping him from rushing inside of the birthing chamber.

A faint cry babe's cry was heard.

But the younger stood scared, what about his uncle?.

Suddenly the chamber's door was opened, and Orywell stood out of it holding the newest edition to the royal family, while smiling.

Aegon sighed in peace, his uncle is probably fine since the grand maester is smiling.

"She is a healthy girl, my king," Grand Maester Orywell said happily, placing the fifth child in the king's arms.

Aegon smiled as he held his fifth child and asked, "And my uncle, how is he doing after the birth?"

"He is well and strong. The birth was a little difficult, as she was born a few weeks early."

"Would you like to see him?" the maester said, pointing to the door of the room.

The younger murmured and spoke gently to his newborn, "Would you like to see your mother? I think he wants to nurse you, like the first time he did with your older siblings."

He took her and entered the room, where he saw the servants and the other maesters gathered around aegon the elder, observing his needs and wishes.

Aegon the Elder's appearance after the birth was radiant, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes glowing in a way that always made the younger Aegon want to place another child in his uncle's womb.

But he doesn't think that his uncle would allow him to, after this painful birth.

He approached and sat down next to him, kissing his omega's forehead. His warm head, "You have done well."

He handed him their new daughter. The eldest stroked her cheek.

She was very calm for a newborn. "Oh, little darling, how sweet you are. Oh, and how beautiful is that golden lock."

The eldest took the lock and twirled it gently and carefully. "What would you like to name her?"

Aegon the elder asked. The king thought for a moment, then replied, "Elaena."

A moment of silence fell between them, while they checked their babe.

It was calm.

Until suddenly, their eldest children, aged eight and six, Daeron and Baelor, entered with their older sister, Jaehaera.

Their other children, daena and rhaena were with their maids, as they are too small.

"papa, we came to see our new brother" daeron said with huge enthusiasm, he was so sure that the babe was a boy.

His excitement went down when he found that the babe is a girl, and that means that his older sister has won the bet.

"hmm, little darling brother, do you want to see our sister?" Jaehaera said smiling wickedly as she won the bet against her brother.

Aegon the younger laughed at the interaction between his step daughter and his first born.

Viserys then came with his omega, larra, whom was heavy with child herself, to congratulate the parents on their newborn baby girl.

Smiles were shared.

Everything was peaceful, as it should be.

"Thank you" Aegon the elder whispered in his nephew's ear, and then kissed him on the lips slowly.

The younger returned the kiss.