game of thrones · maegor targaryen · alpha · omega son · dragon rider · brutal · warrior · possessive · dark sister · a song of ice and fire
The air in the bedchamber grew thick with tension as Maegor stood like a statue of wrath. His eyes, cold and suspicious, scanned the scene: maesters restraining his writhing son, forcing soothing tea into the boy’s mouth to quell the first heat. The scent of an omega filled the room, a smell that made the King’s nose twitch in disgust. He clenched his jaw, muscles flexing under his surcoat. Disappointment warred with rage in his chest. He had waited years for this heir, only for the Gods to deliver an omega. A King must be dominant, not submissive. Maegor turned away, his scowl deepening, furious at the celestial slight and the weakness he perceived in his only son.