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Pride and Prejudice au -4-

I made a cocktail from the original plot and my own take on the story. You might not even recognize it as a Pride and Prejudice au😅 Hope you enjoy it anyway!

“Captain Stark is here!” Joffrey exclaimed from his usual vantage point near the window. He had planned to go out for a walk today, but Rhaenyra wanted her boys to stay home to help her with some needlework. Honestly, Joffrey couldn’t be of much help, for he was too impatient for the precision needed for embroidery, but he decided to stay in anyway. He was glad about his choice, because he would have missed so much if he were out.

“What is he here for?” Rhaenyra lifted her head from the embroidery and turned to her oldest son, “Do you know anything, Jace?”

“No, mother.” Jacaerys replied, equally confused, a pink blush climbing up his cheeks.

“He’s in full army regalia.” Joffrey said, drawing the curtains aside to get a better look, “Oh, he’s talking to Elinda now.”

Jacaerys hissed suddenly, as he accidently punched the needle into his thumb, a few drops of blood staining the white fabric of the handkerchief he was working on. He cursed under his breath and put the injured thumb into his mouth, sucking the drops of blood clean. Jace seldom cursed, not to mention losing his composure in front of his mother. Joffrey exchanged a look with Lucerys; they both knew what it meant for an alpha to visit his alleged lover in full army regalia. Only a proposal called for such formal attire.

As much as Joffrey longed to rush down and find out the true purpose of Cregan’s visit, he remained in his seat and waited for Elinda to bring the news. He wasn’t going to let his curiosity ruin anything, especially not in his mother’s presence.

“My lady, a Captain Cregan Stark is here to visit you and Lord Jacaerys.” Elinda’s voice came after a few minutes, “He’s in the living room. Should I inform your lord husband, my lady?”

“That will be greatly appreciated, Elinda. Thank you.” Rhaenyra said as she stood up from her armchair, “We will be down shortly. Make sure Captain Stark has his tea.”

Jacaerys followed his mother and stood from his own seat. He smoothed his hair and the old pale blue dress he wore inside the house, brushing off any loose threads or dust that might be present. He didn’t really need to, though, for he had to change into something more presentable if he was to receive any formal guest.

“I am going to change. Join me downstairs, dear.” Rhaenyra said, looking as gracefully as she always had been, “Help your brother change into something nice, okay?”

“Yes, mother.” Lucerys and Joffrey replied in unison.

“What do you think he’s here for?” Joffrey asked after their mother disappeared into her private dressing room.

“I don’t know. I’d say he’s here to propose to Jace if I have to guess.” Lucerys went to rampage through the drawer to find a perfect outfit for his beloved brother, “Where is the dress with dragon scales embroidery?”

“Do not bother, Luke.” Jacaerys spoke, “I am going to make such a fuss about this. I will just wear my usual walking dress.”

“No way! You can’t accept a proposal in that shabby dress!” Lucerys insisted. He was the most meticulous about outfits among his siblings.

“Who said anything about proposal?” Jacaerys sighed, “And even if that’s true, who is to say I will accept?”

“Don’t silly, Jace.” Joffrey dragged Jacaerys to the mirror and helped him out of the worn dress, “Cregan is a good alpha. He obviously cares for you a lot. He’s not overly rich, but he has decent income and he’s the heir to the Stark Estate in the North. He will make a perfect match for you, brother.”

“I never expected to hear such things from you, Joff.” Jacaerys said, letting himself be handled by his brothers since his object clearly made no difference, “What happened to not taking income and status into consideration when choosing a mate?”

“I still stand for my view. Mutual respect and love are the most important things in choosing a mate, but it never hurts to have extra financial security.”

“Since when did you become a relationship expert?” Jacaerys asked. He didn’t mean it to be mock, but Joffrey clearly misunderstood his intentions.

“I am not an emotionless fool, you know. I can understand relationships.” Joffrey said defensively, “All right, done.”

“Joff, I didn’t mean-” Jacaerys tried to explain, but Joffrey had already walked away. Ever since they returned from the ball in the Red Keep, Joffrey had become more reserved and quieter compared to his previous wild and talkative self. He was constantly in deep thoughts, but neither Jacaerys nor Lucerys knew what their little brother was thinking about. They only knew Joffrey had disappeared for some time during the ball, but Joffrey wouldn’t tell them what had happened. He only insisted that nothing bad had happened to him, and tell Jace and Luke that they needed not worry. Joffrey’s words did nothing to assure his brothers, but Jace decided to let thing slip for now. He knew how stubborn Joffrey could be. Joffrey’s attitude just now just confirmed Jace’s suspicion. It had something to do with relationship.

“Worry about yourself first, Jace.” Lucerys shoved a petticoat into Jacaerys’s hands, “I will keep an eye on Joff. You focus on securing your alpha.”

“Luke!” Jacaerys blushed a deep red, while Lucerys just smiled and went to fetch the rest of the dress.

By the time the three brothers went downstairs, Rhaenyra was already in deep conversation with Cregan Stark. Just as Joffrey had said, Cregan was dressed handsomely in his army uniform, his thick hair combed nicely and all pushed back, exposing his angular face. He was clean shaven, his nails clean and polished, and his face literally lit up at the sight of Jacaerys.

“How do you do, Jacaerys?” Cregan smiled brightly to the omega, “It is nice meeting you. Your mother is just talking to me about your embroidery project.”

“I am doing very well, Captain.” Jacaerys curtseyed slightly, “I hope my mother isn’t bragging too much about our little project. It’s nothing serious.”

“I don’t think a hand-embroidered tapestry is just a little project, Jace.” Rhaenyra chuckled, obviously been enjoying the conversation with Captain Stark, “The good captain is very curious about your work, dear. Perhaps you can show him later.”

“It will be lovely!” Cregan exclaimed, a bit too loudly, “I mean, if it pleases you, of course.”

Lucerys chuckled, while Joffrey just rolled his eyes. Don’t get him wrong. He adored Cregan’s clumsiness around Jace, but there was just so much puppy love he could handle in one day. In Joffrey’s opinion, Jace and Cregan should kiss and seal the marriage pact already.

“What is your business here today, might I ask?” Jacaerys asked, “I didn’t seem to remember you mentioned anything in your letters.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, forgive me for visiting out of the blue.” Cregan clearly didn’t expect Jacaerys to ask the question so openly, “But the issue is urgent. I need to sort things out before leaving for Winterfell.”

“Are you leaving?” Jacaerys’s voice dropped, but he managed to keep the polite smile on his face.

“Yes. I am afraid I have to go back to the North.” Cregan continued, “I just received a letter from my sister. My lord father sadly passed away a week ago. As his heir, and new Lord of Winterfell, I need to go back to finalize the inheritance with my lawyer.”

“My deepest condolences.” Jacaerys’s smile disappeared, replaced by a small frown, “Thank you for paying us a visit, captain, but you really don’t need to. I am sure you have a lot to process.”

“My lawyer helped a lot. I am no use in legal matters, anyway.” Cregan shrugged, “However, my business here today requires my presence. I am not here just to inform you of the bad news, Jace.”

“Then what are you here for?” Jacaerys asked, a bit more impatiently than he normally would.

“As you know, I am about to inherit the estate of Winterfell. Marriage is my top priority as the new Lord. I adore you a lot, Jacaerys, and I cannot think of anyone else as my mate.” Cregan’s speech started awkward, but as he continued, he seemed to gain more and more confidence, “My affections for you grows stronger each day. I know you deserve more courting, but I need to know your heart before I leave for Wintetfell. Please, relieve me of the torture of guessing.”

Joffrey had never expected to hear such heartfelt words from Cregan, not publicly, anyway. The captain seemed to forget about the fact that they were not alone in the living room. Cregan had his eyes fixed on Jace, his face flushed, his forehead sweaty, and he looked like he was about to explode if Jace remained silent for any longer.

“I am not a ready marriage material.” Jacaerys said softly after a while, “I have grown fond of you too, Captain, but I don't want you to make a hasty decision.”

“God,” Joffrey whispered, “just say yes already. He is obviously head over toe for you.”

“Shh, quiet!” Lucerys hissed, shooting Joffrey a warning glare, “Don’t let them hear you.”

“Are you propose to my son, Captain Stark?” Rhaenyra chimed in, moving to stand next to Jacaerys, as a show of support.

“I am.” Cregan admitted, taking a step closer to Jacaerys, who had his hands clasped together tightly, as if he feared they would reveal his true feeling, “My feelings for you is genuine and true, Jacaerys. I have been courting you since the day we met. My decision to propose is not made hastily, though I admit my father’s passing does make me realize how precious time is. I love you, Jace. I will take no mate if you refuse me.”

Jacaerys blushed, his omega scent becoming stronger, like a sudden burst of wind carrying the first sign of spring. The freshness of mountain lily became so overwhelmingly sweet that even someone as slow as Joffrey could tell that Jace definitely had feelings for the captain.

“Captain,” Jacaerys spoke, his voice soft like a lover’s caress, “I mean, Cregan. I am honored by your honesty, and I must say that the affection is mutual.”

Cregan’s face literally lit up, his dark eyes shining with ecstasy. He strode towards Jacaerys and enveloped the omega’s hands with his thick, warm, and calloused palms. It was heartwarming to watch two lovers confess their feelings to each other, and have such feelings returned with equal passion. Joffrey was happy for his brother, for Jace deserved all the respect and affection he could get. He should smile, and he really wanted to, but somehow, Joffrey only found his stomach clench and his eyes burn with emotions he couldn't name.

“Let’s go, Joff,” Lucerys tugged Joffrey’s sleeves gently, “I think we have witnessed enough.”

Joffrey let himself be dragged away by Lucerys, leaving the lovebirds alone in the living room with their mother. There was no doubt that Rhaenyra would agree to the match, even though Cregan’s proposal was abrupt and completely unexpected. If Rhaenyra agreed, Daemon would agree too because he would never oppose his wife. Besides, Joffrey thought Daemon would like Cregan, since they were both from the army.

“Well, today turns out quite interesting.” Lucerys said after the two omegas walked on the small path leading to the woods, “I would never expect the captain to be so blunt.”

“At least Cregan is honest.” Joffrey replied, taking a deep inhale of the familiar natural scent, “I am happy for them. Winterfell seems to be a decent place.”

“Except it’s too far. I can’t imagine only seeing Jace once a year.”

“They can buy a house in town.” Joffrey said, kicking a small rock with the tip of his shoe, “So that Jace can stay closer to us. I am sure Cregan will make it happen.”

“What if you are to marry away?” Lucerys asked, though he didn’t sound too curious.

“What do you mean?” Joffrey frowned, his heart skipping a beat, “I am not marrying anytime soon. In fact, I don't think I will ever marry.”

“What about Sir Gwayne? You seem to have had a great time dancing with him in the ball.” Lucerys clearly didn’t buy Joffrey’s words, “I’ve never seen you dance so happily.”

“I was just being polite, and Sir Gwayne happens to be a great dancer.” Joffrey shrugged, trying to brush the topic off, “You told me to follow the social norm from time to time, so I did.”

“Then why are you acting weird since the ball?” Lucerys dropped the bomb, the true question he had been longing to ask, “Do not think I didn't notice.”

“I am not acting weird.” Joffrey insisted. He was relieved that Lucerys only asked him about Gwayne, not Daeron. He couldn't admit that Daeron’s confession had been bothering him lately. Honestly, he didn't even understand why. He had made it clear that he could not return Daeron’s affection, so why did he keep dwelling on this?

“You barely go to the market anymore. Benjicot actually asked about you the other day when I passed the tailor’s shop. You are usually the one who helps mother with her errands, so Ben was surprised to me there instead of you.” Lucerys gently linked his arms with Joffrey as they walked down the path, “What’s wrong, Joff? You know you can tell me, right?”

Joffrey wanted to tell Luke everything so bad. He was always slow when it came to deciphering people’s emotions, but Lucerys was an expert of it. Lucerys was observant, smart, and highly sensitive to the subtle signs that reflected people’s true feelings. However, the thing was, Joffrey didn't think telling Luke about Daeron would make any difference now.

“How do you deal with so many admirers, Luke?” Joffrey asked, “How do you decide which one to talk to, while they all compete for your attention?”

“I am not obliged to return any of these affections, so I always follow my heart.” Lucerys replied, knowing full well that Joffrey wasn’t really asking about him, “Why? Did anyone confess their feelings to you, Joff?”

Lucerys’s words shocked Joffrey so much that he almost stumbled by a broken twig. Shit. Now Luke must have already guessed the truth. Why was Joffrey always so easy to read?

“Is it Uncle Daeron?”

“What the-” Joffrey managed to swallow the curse in the last minute, “How do you know? Does anyone else know? Did I make a fool of myself again?”

“Relax,” Lucerys said, rubbing Joffrey’s back soothingly, “I just took a wild guess. Well, not so wild. You disappeared with Uncle Daeron during the ball for a quite a while, after all, and you have been acting weird ever since. It doesn’t take a genius to connect the dots.”

Joffrey let out a defeated sigh. Great. His biggest secret was revealed just like that.

“Yeah, Daeron says he loves me.” Joffrey admitted, blushing a little as the words rolled off his tongue. He had never talked about the incident so far, and it was the first time someone showed him affection instead of his brothers, so the word ‘love’ just felt so strange on his tongue.

“And?”

“He proposed, and I said no.” Joffrey said, putting things as simple as he could, “That’s it.”

“Joffrey!” Lucerys’s eyes widened in surprise, “Why didn’t you tell us? This is serious. You should consult mother, or at least us, before you make such an important decision.”

“I am not marrying him, no matter what mother, Jace, or you say.” Joffrey claimed, “He’s too arrogant and too proud. He doesn't believe omegas can have their own thoughts, and he thinks mother would marry us off to the wealthiest candidate possible as if we are just meats.”

“Uncle Daeron doesn't seem to be such a terrible character.” Lucerys said after a while, “Granted he comes from a very religious family, but even Aemond admits his youngest brother is well respected and honorable.”

“Of course Uncle Aemond would say that.” Joffrey scoffed, “He won’t say anything bad about his own family.”

“I am not taking Aemond’s words without question, you know.” Lucerys continued, seemingly unaffected by Joffrey’s rude attitude towards to his potential mate, “I make the conclusion based on my own observations. Uncle Daeron seems to be an honorable alpha, Joff. He might have offended you, but perhaps he said those things because he cared for you.”

“You are deceived by his polite facade.” Joffrey said stubbornly, “You don't know his true nature because he did a great job of hiding.”

“Maybe.” Lucerys reached out to brush a fallen leaf from Joffrey’s dark curls, “And maybe not. Perhaps you are the one who are too blind to see his true self.”

Joffrey had no idea how true Lucerys’s words could be.

Jacaerys was officially betrothed to Captain Cregan Stark. The whole family rejoiced at the news; Lucerys and Joffrey already saw the good captain as their brother-in-law, Rhaenyra was impressed by Cregan’s honesty, little Egg and Vis liked Cregan’s story about the snowy world of the North, and even Daemon seemed satisfied with this fellow army man.

Cregan was to leave for Wintetfell tomorrow to settle the inheritance matter, so Rhaenyra took this opportunity to host a small gathering at her cottage. She invited Lord Corlys and his wife, Lady Rhaenys, who was a cousin of Daemon. The Velaryon couple had been a main patronage of the brothers, so they were exhilarated to learn the good news. Rhaenyra also wrote to inform her stepmother of the news, which Lady Alicent replied with a polite letter to congratulate Rhaenyra and Jacaerys, and also to offer her deepest apology that she could not make it to the dinner because she and her sons were to return to Dragonstone on the same day of the gathering.

“Did you know this?” Joffrey whispered, nudging Lucerys.

“No.” Lucerys replied with a pale face. He looked as surprised as Joffrey, or even more, his lips trembling slightly and his fingers tightening around his shawl.

“Uncle Aemond didn't write to you?”

“No,” Lucerys cast his eyes down, thick soft curls hiding the upper half of his face, “he hasn't written for days.”

Well, that was strange. As far as Joffrey knew, Aemond wrote to Lucerys at least once a day, sometimes twice, or even three times. Aemond even hired a servant boy to deliver his letters to Lucerys because the mail service was too slow and not good for privacy. It was strange for him to stop writing so abruptly. The decision to leave the capital was also strange, as if Lady Alicent and her family were trying to get away from them. Joffrey understood if Daeron wanted to leave, but why did Aemond agree to all this?

“Too bad my nephews can’t share the good news.” Daemon commented with his usual mocking smile. He never liked his nephews anyway.

“I wonder why they suddenly decided to return. There isn't much of a social scene on Dragonstone. Alicent should know that her sons are more likely to find a suitable match here.” Rhaenyra carefully folded the letter and put it on top of her other documents, “Is there something wrong with my father?”

“We met Viserys on our way here,” Lord Corlys spoke, “he seemed okay.”

“Strange.” Rhaenyra murmured, “I thought my stepbrothers are getting along well with my boys.”

“Are you familiar with Aemond and Daeron?” Lady Rhaenys turned to the omegas, “I’ve heard they are respectful young alphas, but I haven't officially made their acquaintances.”

“We have only met several times,” Lucerys replied, choosing not to elaborate too much on the details, “I won't say we are well acquainted. Right, Joff?”

Rhaenyra’s confusion grew because she knew how many letters Lucerys and Aemond had written to each other, but, as a wise woman, she kept her mouth shut for now.

“I suppose.” Joffrey said, shrugging. Though he thought Luke and Uncle Aemond were far better acquainted than him and Daeron, he decided not to expose Lucerys’s lie. Unlike others, he was actually relieved to learn that Daeron would be leaving, for he had no idea how to face Daeron after rejecting the alpha. Perhaps a little distance was just what Joffrey needed to forget about Daeron’s proposal all together.

Rhaenys didn't pry further, and her husband gladly took over the conversation to talk about his adventures on the sea. Lord Corlys’s story was fascinating, but Joffrey found it hard to focus on the old sailor’s story. His mind drifted, and ended up on Daeron.

The night went on as planned. The extended family shared a lovely dinner before Corlys and Daemon retreated to the library while the rest of them went to the dressing room for tea. By the time Corlys and Rhaenys left, it was already midnight. Joffrey found Lucerys sitting on his bed, wide awake, after the candles were all out.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Joffrey whispered, careful not to awake Jace, who had had too many cups during dinner.

“I can’t.” Lucerys sighed softly, a small crease lingering on his brow.

Joffrey threw a warm blanket at Lucerys and dragged him out. The two brothers went downstairs as quietly as they could, and settled down on the front porch. They used to sneak out to watch the stars when they were children, not yet presented, having all sorts of wild dreams about their future. There were no alphas, no marriages, and certainly no uncles.

“It’s about Uncle Aemond, isn't it?” Joffrey asked as they snuggled together under the blanket.

“I don't know why he hasn’t told me about him leaving.” Lucerys sighed softly, “He said he wouldn’t keep any secret from me.”

Well, even Joffrey could tell this promise was too hard to keep. Lucerys, the smart one, must know it as well, but the omega seemed to trust Aemond enough to buy the alpha’s words. Lucerys kept saying that he and Aemond were nothing serious, but Joffrey could tell from Luke’s sad eyes that it was not true.

“Oh, Luke.” Joffrey wrapped his arms around Lucerys, hugging his brother tight. He had forgotten about his own messed-up relations with his uncle now, focusing solely on making Luke’s sadness go away.

“I am all right, Joff.” Lucerys murmured, but Joffrey didn't believe a single word of it.

“You are shivering.” Joffrey tightened his arms, trying to warm Lucerys up, “Aemond is an ass for hiding this from you. I am going to beat him up for hurting you.”

“How? He’s already gone. You don't even know where he is now.” Lucerys chuckled, though he didn't sound happy at all, “It is okay, Joff. It’s my fault for trusting him anyway.”

“You are definitely special to him.” Joffrey said, “I can’t believe I am defending Uncle Aemond right now, but he couldn’t take his eyes off you the entire time you were together. I think he blushed when you agreed to dance with him.”

“Perhaps he is just good at pretending.”

“Uncle Aemond? No way.” Joffrey pulled the blanket tighter to prevent any warmth from leaking out, “He sucks at pretending, or he wouldn’t return other omegas’ flirting with a scoff. He must have offended a dozen of them just to be with you.”

“It means nothing now.” Lucerys rested his head on Joffrey’s shoulder and looked up at the starry sky, “He left. I don't think he will return anytime soon.”

“Maybe he has some urgent matter to attend to. Like, estate stuff. I am sure he will write to you as soon as he arrives on Dragonstone.” Joffrey followed Lucerys’s gaze, finding the brightest star in the velvety sky, “You deserve the best, Luke.”

“Thank you for your confidence in me, brother.” Lucerys murmured, the sadness lifting just a bit, “I didn't realize Aemond would have such a great impact on me. I am the one who is supposed to have the upper hand.”

“I bet Uncle Aemond is missing you sick right now.” Joffrey assured, “Besides, there is no winner or loser in a relationship.”

“You are wiser than I thought, Joff.” Lucerys chuckled, a real chuckle this time.

The two brothers fell silent, admiring the twinkling stars as they dwelled on their respective thoughts. They fell asleep eventually.

Aemond never wrote again. Two weeks had passed, and their one-eyed uncle hadn’t sent a single letter since his abrupt departure. Lucerys’s anticipation soon turned into anxiety, then disappointment, and finally acceptance. He went on his daily tasks perfectly, reading, going on walks, mending his little brothers’ clothes, etc. However, everyone could tell Lucerys’s smile was strained, and he was constantly distracted, as if his mind had been absent since he had learned the news. Even little Aegon and Viserys noticed that there was something wrong with Luke. Lucerys mixed up the sizes when making them a new pair of shoes, leaving Aegon with a pair of bright purple shoes and Viserys a deep grey one. Lucerys had never made such mistake before, so the boys immediately knew their dearest Luke wasn’t feeling well lately. Rhaenyra was worried, but she didn’t know what to do since Lucerys wouldn’t even admit that he was hurt. Jacaerys secretly asked Cregan to find out what had kept his uncle on Dragonstone, but the captain couldn’t find any clue.

Joffrey? Joffrey was furious. How could Aemond ignore Lucerys like that? How could Aemond leave without hesitation? How dare he hurt Joffrey’s brother?

“You look like you are about to kill someone.” Benjicot said, placing his elbows on the counter, “What happened?”

Joffrey wiped his hands on the apron and went to fetch the pudding he had reserved for Ben. Joffrey decided to work more shifts in the bakery because he couldn’t bare staying in the cottage. The sight of a sad Lucerys made his blood boil with anger and frustration. If he didn’t keep himself busy, he would die of fury.

“Here you are. I put an extra cake in. New recipe.” Joffrey purposely ignored Ben’s question, “Let me know how you like it.”

“Sure.” Benjicot shrugged, “Thanks, Joff, but you haven’t answered my question yet.”

“Nothing happened.” Joffrey kept his eyes down, for fear that Ben might see through his lie. He was never a good liar.

“You haven’t come to the market for a long time, and when you finally show up, you look like a carriage has just run over you.” Ben said, “I am your friend, Joff. I know when you are not feeling yourself.”

Joffrey tried to deny, but another voice chimed in, causing him to jolt in surprise.

“Are you not feeling well, Joffrey?” A soft and polite voice came as the bakery door was pushed open, the spring breeze bringing in a fresh scent of forest drizzle.

“Good afternoon, Sir Gwayne.” Joffrey took a deep inhale before lifting his head up to greet the alpha, “What can I get for you today?”

Gwayne had become a regular at the bakery Joffrey worked in. The alpha came almost every day, usually during afternoon when there weren’t many customers. He would ask for a piece of cake, or some tea sandwiches, while having a lighthearted conversation with Joffrey. Gwayne was the only one whose attitude towards Joffrey never changed. He never pried about Joffrey’s life or family, their conversation always focusing on trivial matters such as weather or the new design of hats just shipped from Essos. Honestly, Gwayne’s visit was the only time when Joffrey could relax a bit and forget about the mess in his life.

“Perhaps you should take a break. You don’t look too well.” Gwayne observed, worry clear in his voice.

“I am fine. Had too much at lunch.” Joffrey made a random excuse. He really was a lousy liar, because his stomach grumbled as soon as the words left his mouth, exposing his lie immediately. He didn’t eat lunch toady. Why would he make such a bad excuse?

Gwayne frowned slightly, but didn’t call out Joffrey’s lie.

“Can I have a box of honey cakes and two ham sandwiches, please?” Gwayne said after a while, fishing out some coins from his pocket.

Joffrey nodded and went to get Gwayne’s order. Gwayne’s order was obviously too much for one person, but who was Joffrey to care? Perhaps Gwayne had some guests to entertain today. Joffrey placed the order securely in a paper bag and handed it to the alpha.

“Thank you.” Gwayne smiled, taking the paper bag and letting his fingers brush against the back of Joffrey’s hand, “Perhaps you can accompany me on a walk?”

“I am on my shift, Sir Gwayne.” Joffrey replied, the patch of skin just touched by Gwayne prickling, causing the hair on his neck to stand.

“Indulge me, please? I can talk to your employer.” Gwayne offered his hand to Joffrey, “I can buy your time if necessary.”

Joffrey hesitated, but Benjicot seemed to think this was an excellent idea.

“Go, Joff. I don’t have to work today. I can cover your shift.” Benjicot said, flatting his palm to Gwayne, “Six pence will suffice, Sir.”

“No, Ben,” Joffrey tried to reject, but Ben dragged the omega from the counter and snatched his apron before Joffrey could stop him.

“Just go, Joff. Enjoy your walk.”

Gwayne rested his hand on Joffrey’s lower back and pushed the omega gently to the door. Joffrey had no choice but to let the alpha lead him out of the bakery and onto the bustling street of the market.

“I apologize if I am being too forceful.” Gwayne spoke as they began to walk down the street, “But you seem to be stifling in there. I want to give you some room to breathe.”

“It’s okay. My shift ends soon anyway.” Joffrey replied, moved by Gwayne’s thoughtfulness, “Actually, I should thank you for dragging me out. I can use some walking.”

“Here,” Gwayne offered the box of honey cakes to Joffrey, “have a piece. I hope you like honey cakes.”

“How about your guests?” Joffrey was confused by Gwayne’s offer. Why would the alpha share the food with him, instead of the guests Gwayne might have this afternoon?

“Guests?” Gwayne seemed equally confused, “I don't have guests today.”

“Then how are you supposed to eat all these food if you don't have guests to receive?” Joffrey pointed to the paper bag, “I am not bragging, but most people use our products on special occasions. I don’t think you like honey cakes enough to eat a dozen of them in one go.”

Gwayne chuckled at Joffrey’s words. It was adorable that the omega always had a unique sense of humor.

“Well, now I remembered. I do have an important guest to entertain this afternoon.” Gwayne smiled, leading Joffrey onto a small path to the woods, “It’s you, Joffrey. I think we can have a little picnic in this lovely weather.”

Joffrey blushed. He couldn't help but feel flattered, his omega instinct satisfied by the alpha’s care and attention. Gwayne’s scent reminded him of the gentle rain in the woods, soothing and non-invasive, enough to chase away the anxiety that had been pestering him lately.

They settled under a tree facing a small pond near the edge of the woods. Joffrey could still hear the noises from the streets, but they no longer frustrated him. All the shouting and carriage moving was reduced to faint background noise, hidden by the nature sounds of wind brushing against the leaves. Joffrey had already finished three honey cakes, his grumbling stomach no longer complaining.

“I should bring us some drinks too. Sorry. It is inconsiderate of me.” Gwayne said after noticing Joffrey swallowing saliva for the fourth time.

“It’s okay. You already treated me to those lovely cakes.” Joffrey turned his head lazily and smiled. He was leaning against the thick tree, his dress pulled up to reveal his ankle and shin. It was highly inappropriate to expose his skin like that in the presence of an alpha, but Joffrey was too sleepy care.

“I am glad I stayed behind while my sister decided to go back to her lord husband.” Gwayne said, “Or else I wouldn't be able to enjoy your company.”

Joffrey’s eyes were almost half closed, but he did manage to catch something of interest. Who did Gwayne say? His sister? Lady Alicent?

“What do you know about her leaving?” Joffrey asked, sitting straight, “I mean, your sister.”

“I don't know the details, but my sister seemed urgent to leave. Our niece, a lady from Old Town, is to visit Dragonstone on her way home from Pentos. Alicent wanted her to meet Aemond.”

“Why Aemond?” Joffrey’s heart dropped as the thought of a distressed Lucerys came back.

“To make a potential betrothal, of course.” Gwayne replied, breaking a ham sandwich in half and taking a small bite, “Don’t you know? It is Daeron who encouraged Aemond to at least make an acquaintance. He thinks Bethany Hightower will make a fine match for Aemond. Since she is familiar with finances, she can help manage the Targaryen estate.”

Joffrey’s stomach clenched and his throat went so dry that he could not make a sound. Daeron was the culprit of Aemond leaving without notice? Daeron must have known Lucerys’s engagement with Aemond, but he still decided to talk his brother into leaving? Who was this Bethany Hightower, and how could she be the future mistress of Targaryen estate? Dragonstone belonged to Joffrey’s mother!

“Joffrey? Are you all right?” Gwayne put his hand on Joffrey’s shoulder gently, “Did I say something wrong?”

“No.” Joffrey squeezed the word out through gritted teeth, “Thank you telling me the truth, Sir Gwayne. I really appreciate it.”

If Joffrey had any guilt from rejecting Daeron before, he felt none now. Daeron had just proved himself to be a hypocrite by destroying the happiness of Joffrey’s brother. Joffrey would never, ever accept an alpha like that.

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Rhaenys’s egg hatched in the middle of the night. Joffrey was startled awake by a piercing scream. It only took him one second to realize the scream came from his daughter. He rolled off the bed immediately and rushed to the cradle in the corner of the room. He always slept in the same room with Rhaenys, for his pheromones could calm the baby and help her fall asleep faster. Rhaenys was not a difficult baby; she seldom made any fuss since she had been well-fed. What could make her scream like this in the middle of the night?

Joffrey looked into the cradle with his heart in his throat. Little Rhaenys had kicked off her soft blanket, silver hair plastered on her sweaty forehead. She was short of breath, her cheeks pink, as if having a fever. Joffrey brushed the hair off her face before feeling the baby’s temperature with the back of his hand. She was sweating, but didn't feel too warm. Joffrey was so focused on his daughter that he failed to notice another creature moving in the cradle.

A newborn whelp twitched under the blanket as it struggled desperately to break free. It wasn’t until he heard a sharp shriek did Joffrey realize what had caused Rhaenys to scream earlier.

The egg that Daeron had brought back from Driftmark hatched. Rhaenys had her own dragon now.

“What is the noise? Is Rhaenys all right?” A tall figure in a thin nightshirt barged in the room. Joffrey could tell from the panicked pheromone that the person was none other than his husband.

“Shh, quiet. You will wake her up again.” Joffrey took the baby into his arms before turning to face his husband. Daeron looked more distorted than he had expected. He had never seen Daeron in such a panicked state.

“Why was she screaming?” Daeron came to Joffrey’s side in three long strides, “Is she sick?”

“No.” Joffrey replied softly, cooing the small child in his arms, “She’s perfectly fine.”

“Then why was she-” Daeron stopped mid-sentence as he noticed the small bump in the cradle. A small whelp was spreading its wings, the translucent membrane shimmering in the moonlight.

“Her egg hatched.” Joffrey said proudly, “Rhaenys has a cradle mate now.”

Daeron had to cover his mouth to prevent himself from crying out like a baby. He always envied his nephews to have their respective whelps as cradle mates, Vermax, Arrax and Tyraxes, each whelp following its riders like a royal friend. Daeron had claimed Tesserion at a young age. Unlike his nephews’ whelps, Tesserion was a fully grown dragon, so he really had no reason to envy them. Yet, still, he always felt inadequate in terms of bond with a dragon. Tess was like a royal friend, but never a sibling. Daeron wanted nothing more than a sibling who was connected to him by blood in his days at Old Town. He valued the connection of blood more than anything, and in extension, valued the bond between rider and dragon as well. That was why he had rushed to Driftmark to choose an egg for his daughter. He wanted Rhaenys to have the bond that he never had the chance to have.

Joffrey sighed internally at Daeron’s expression. He didn’t see why his husband had to make such a fuss about Rhaenys’s dragon hatching. To him, having a cradle mate was just a natural growing process, like growing a baby tooth or gaining an inch or two. Joffrey never had any doubt that Rhaenys’s egg would hatch. He was planning to go into the Dragon Mount himself and choose an egg for her, but Daeron beat him to it. Joffrey was an understanding husband, so he put the egg Daeron brought back from Driftmark in his pup’s cradle, even though he didn’t want to be reminded of the affection his husband held for that island.

“We need to send out words to King’s Landing, Driftmark, Old Town and all other castles in the realm. We need to celebrate, Joffrey! I am going to hold a grand tourney for our pup!” After the initial shock, Daeron immediately set out to inform the world of the good news. He was circling the room, his handsome face filled of pride and excitement, “Where is the maester? Tell him to get the ravens ready!”

Joffrey’s mood soured at the word tourney. He would let Daeron do anything, as long as his husband could leave him alone, but the last thing he wanted was a tourney.

“No, wait! Let’s just inform mother, okay? It’s too soon to consider celebrations now.” Joffrey placed Rhaenys back into the cradle before grabbing Daeron’s sleeve, “Just calm down. You are waking up the whole castle.”

“They should be awake to hear the good news.” Daeron insisted. He could be incredibly bratty and inconsiderate at times.

“It’s no big deal.” Joffrey held Daeron’s forearm firmly to stop the alpha from doing anything stupid, “Go back to sleep. We can send out the ravens in the morning.”

“That will be too late! I need to prepare for the tourney first thing tomorrow.” Daeron said. He would have yanked his arm free from Joffrey if he were the man six months ago, but he had learned to respect Joffrey enough to stop dismissing the omega’s opinion.

“There is no need for a tourney.” Joffrey replied, “Throw a party or anything else you want, but no tourneys.”

“What’ your problem with tourneys? Do you think I can’t win and give our daughter the honor she deserves?” Daeron frowned at Joffrey’ words. To him, there was nothing more honorable than having a tourney thrown in her name and being crowned as the queen of love and beauty for a princess.

Joffrey went silent. Daeron had been living on Dragonstone for quite a while now, and had been carrying out his parental responsibility perfectly, but Joffrey wasn’t fooled. Perhaps Daeron had learned to love and care for Rhaenys, but Joffrey was sure he was not the subject of Daeron’s affections. He had no doubt that Daeron would crown little Rhaenys as the queen of love and beauty, but he was sure that his husband would not ask for his favor when fighting for their daughter’s honor.

Joffrey would never forget the first tourney he attended after his betrothal to Daeron had been finalized. He was a freshly bloomed omega, and a betrothed one, so naturally he was expected to give his favor to his betrothed. However, that chance never happened. Instead of asking for his favor, Daeron rode past him without even throwing him a side glance. Daeron had asked for his brother Lucerys’s favor, since Aemond was still recovering from his war wounds, thus could not competing in the tourney. The crowd didn’t seem to care how humiliated Joffrey felt, just as they never really cared for the third son of the queen, a son with common features but no titles and no inheritance.

“I know you are a good fighter and you love Rhaenys.” Joffrey said after a long pause. He didn’t elaborate more, for admitting he had been hurt by Daeron’s ignorance meant weakness.

“Then a tourney we shall have!” Daeron sounded genuinely happy, which made Joffrey wonder if he was doing this so that he could have a chance to see Lucerys again.

Daeron cupped Joffrey’s face in his hands and kissed the omega on the lips.

“Our daughter will be a formidable dragon rider,” the alpha said against Joffrey’s lips, his breath hot on Joffrey’s skin, “I am sure of it.”

Daeron was gone before Joffrey could react. Joffrey heard footsteps disappearing down the hall, with his husband shouting for a maester to send out ravens, the feeling of Daeron’s lips lingering on his own.

It turned out that most people shared Daeron’s thoughts. Rhaenyra flew to Dragonstone on Syrax the next day, sweeping Joffrey into a crushing hug as soon as her feet touched the ground. Lucerys and Aemond followed, then Baela and Rhaena, and finally Jacaerys. The whole royal court gathered on Dragonstone to celebrate the new dragon rider, with feasts, parties, hunting trips and a grand tourney.

“You are a hard man to find, Prince Joffrey.” A young man with short silver curls and dark skin greeted Joffrey as the omega jumped off Tyraxes.

Joffrey brushed the wind-swept hair from his face, taking a sharp inhale and squinted his eyes.

“Addam?” Joffrey recognized the young man as soon as his vision refocused. Addam Hull had made a name of himself for claiming the dragon Seasmoke, despite his bastard status. Joffrey had heard of the bastard rider from Hull, but he hadn’t expected Addam to be such a charming alpha.

Addam flashed a charming smile. He was in a set of sea blue riding gear, the Velaryon color complimenting his skin tone so well that he looked more regal than Joffrey did.

“What’s your business?” Joffrey asked, perhaps a little harshly but he was too confused to care. Addam had come to Dragonstone as one of Lucerys’s entourage. He and Joffrey had nothing in common except that they both had a dragon. What could he possibly want?

“I want to make personal acquaintance with you, Prince Joffrey.” Addam bowed slightly, “I have heard so much about you and your excellent flying skills.”

From whom? Joffrey wanted to ask, but stopped himself before the words could leave his mouth.

“You flatter me, Ser Addam.” Joffrey said in his politest tone, “I am hardly a decent rider. I am sure you have seen plenty of dragon riders more skilled than me on Driftmark. My uncle Aemond, for example. He rides the largest dragon alive.”

“Yes, Vaghar is indeed very impressive,” Addam nodded before adding, “but I am more interested in you and your dragon.”

“May I ask why?” Joffrey turned to Tyraxes and patted the black drake on the neck affectionately.

“I have heard that Tyraxes is the fastest dragon alive. Seasmoke is known for its swiftness too, so I think I might learn a trick or two from you.” Addam said, his violet eyes gentle and sincere.

To be honest, Joffrey wasn’t so impressed by Ser Addam Hull. Addam was polite and agreeable by the look of it, and a decent fighter if the rumors were true, but every time Joffrey heard a tale about the bastard rider, his heart always prickled with annoyance. Despite being a bastard, Addam looked every bit of a Velaryon, silver hair, dark skin, and violet eyes. Joffrey, a true prince and a true Velaryon, had dark hair and dark eyes. He knew he shouldn’t and needn’t be bothered by it, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Tyraxes only earns the name because Arrax died above Shipbreaker’s Bay.” Joffrey said coldly as he turned to leave, “You asked the wrong person for flying lessons, Ser Addam.”

“Also, I want to know what kind of a terrible omega you are for your husband to leave you behind.”

Joffrey stopped abruptly, Addam’s words like a blunt blow to his stomach. He tried his best to hide his strained relationship with Daeron, and he thought he had done a great job because no one had suspected anything so far, not even Lucerys. How could this stranger see through his façade?

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“You know, I trained with Prince Daeron almost every day on Driftmark. I could smell a hint of omega scent on him, herbal, bitter, but very refreshing. I always wonder, why does he never mention his omega to anyone? Is Prince Joffrey too bad of an omega that even his own husband can’t bear to live with him?”

Addam had come so close at some point that Joffrey could feel the alpha’s breath on his neck.

“Is your curiosity satisfied?” Joffrey took a step away from Addam and asked defensively.

“No.” Addam replied honestly, “If anything, my curiosity only grows. You are very beautiful, Prince Joffrey, not as beautiful as your brother of course, but beautiful on your own. Your flying skills are impressive and you have a special bond with your dragon. You smell nice, too. I don’t know what keeps your husband away from you.”

Addam reached out to tuck a strand of dark curls behind Joffrey’s ear, revealing the smooth line of the omega’s jaw. His fingertip brushed against Joffrey’s skin ever so slightly that it was impossible to tell if it was an accident or on purpose.

“My relationship with my husband has nothing to do with you.” Joffrey yanked off Addam’s hand, “I don’t know what you want, but you are not going to get it from me.”

“Am I?” Addam smiled, the previous politeness replaced with something unreadable, “Perhaps it is too early to draw a conclusion, my prince.”

Joffrey knew he had to leave when strong alpha pheromones hit him like a hurricane. He shouldn’t be affected by other alpha’s pheromones since he was already mated, but his bond with Daeron was too weak to fend off predator alphas like Addam.

“Good night, Ser Addam.” Joffrey muttered under his breath before fleeing the scene.

Joffrey seriously considered leaving his favor behind when he was about to attend the tourney. He dressed in Targaryen red and black, a high collar dress to hide the bite marks on his breast. Those bite marks were not inflicted by his pup, but his husband. Daeron seemed to have grown a fetish of his breast, always kneading, kissing and biting them whenever they had sex.

No, now was not the time to recall this. Joffrey shook his head in an attempt to get rid of the shameful scenes from his mind. He and Daeron had more sex in the past month than they had in their entire marriage. Daeron kept visiting his chamber even after Joffrey’s heat had ended. Joffrey was confused, for he knew he wasn’t appealing enough for his husband, but he soon dismissed Daeron’s unusual behavior as alpha instinct. He accommodated Daeron’s needs as best as he could, but Joffrey always thought Daeron would stop after the novelty wore off.

The old maid helped him with his dress before placing Rhaenys into his arms. Joffrey took the small token with him eventually even though he knew no one would ask for it.

The crowd let out a deafening cheer when Joffrey arrived.

“You seem to have done a great job managing Dragonstone.” Rhaenyra said to him as Joffrey took a seat beside her, “The residents love their lord and his daughter.”

“I am not their lord, mother,” Joffrey replied, a little embarrassed, “I just live in the castle. I am not Prince of Dragonstone.”

“You are doing the prince’s job.” Rhaenyra insisted, “How is my granddaughter doing today?”

“I fed her this morning. She should be okay.” Joffrey pulled off the lace veil and showed the baby to the queen, “She’s not a difficult child.”

“She’s so cute.” Lucerys spoke from the other side of Rhaenyra, “She doesn’t fear the crowd. She will be a brave dragon rider like her namesake.”

Joffrey shared a smile with his omega brother. No matter what Daeron felt for Lucerys, Joffrey always respected his brother. Lucerys was beautiful, smart, brave and strong-willed; Driftmark could not have a better Lord of the Tides.

The tourney began with a loud drum. The knights rode around the tourney ground in line, all in shining armor. Joffrey noticed Daeron immediately. His husband wore a set of armor adorned with Targaryen black and Hightower green, a long sword hanging from his waist. He looked formidable on his white horse, his silver hair shining under the sun.

Joffrey forced himself to look away. No matter how handsomely Daeron dressed, it had nothing to do with him. The knights rode toward the stand to ask for favors, and Joffrey took this opportunity to look down. He focused his attention entirely on Rhaenys, trying his best to ignore the crowd’s cheering and laughter at new gossip materials.

“Prince Joffrey.” Someone called his name; Joffrey was jolted awake from his train of negative thoughts. He looked up, only to find a handsome face smiling at him.

“Could I have your blessing, Prince Joffrey?” Addam Hull asked, resting his long lance on the stand, the pointy head just next to Joffrey’s hand.

Joffrey had never expected Addam would ask for his favor. In fact, he never expected anyone would. His husband wouldn’t, obviously.

“I am asking for your favor, my prince.” Addam asked again, all chivalrous and polite, “May I have the honor of fighting for you?”

If he refused, it would definitely look bad for Addam. Joffrey didn’t care about Addam’s reputation, but the bastard rider was from Driftmark. Would Lucerys be embarrassed if Joffrey openly refused someone from his land?

“Prince Joffrey, please.” Addam pressed.

Joffrey hesitated for a moment before reaching inside his dress for the small wreath he used as his favor. He decided that it was better not to dishonor anyone from Driftmark. Daeron would probably blame him for making Lucerys look bad if Joffrey refused Addam’s request.

“I wish you the best, Ser Addam.” Joffrey said, sliding the wreath on Addam’s lance.

“Thank you, my prince.”

The crowd whispered among themselves, but Joffrey paid them no mind. He only needed to save Lucerys’s face, not his own. The knights continued to march, and soon it was Daeron’s turn. Not surprisingly, Daeron rode past Joffrey without sparing him a look. Daeron’s lips were tightly pressed into a thin line, his jaw set and he was grabbing the lance so tight that his knuckles turned white. It didn’t take a genius to know that he was angry.

But why? Because Aemond had already asked for Lucerys’s favor? Daeron should have seen it coming. Why was he acting like a spoiled child?

Daeron asked for his sister Helaena’s favor, which, in Joffrey’s opinion, was a safe choice. Daeron rode off the stand without looking back. He never looked in Joffrey’s direction the entire first day of the tourney and the evening feast.

When the feast ended, Daeron went back to his own room and slammed the door shut with a loud bang. Joffrey only shrugged and went to put Rhaenys to bed. He had already fed the baby before the feast, now he only needed to wash her face and feet before placing her into the cradle. Joffrey had just finished changing Rhaenys into a cute lace sleeping gown when the door to his bedroom was pushed open abruptly.

“What’s your problem?” Joffrey frowned, “You will startle her.”

Daeron made no answer. He had already taken off his jacket and vest, now only in an inner shirt, his sweaty chest glistening in the candlelight. He walked quickly to Joffrey and took the baby from the omega, placing Rhaenys down and grabbing Joffrey’s wrist with incredible force.

“Let go of me! It hurts!” Joffrey hissed, “Are you drunk or something?”

Daeron remained silent, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he dragged Joffrey out of the bedroom and into their shared quarter, pushing the omega to the lavish couch in the middle.

“What’s your problem?” Joffrey asked angrily, rubbing his wrist that had already gone red.

“What’s my problem? I could ask you the same thing.” Daeron was on Joffrey in an instant, trapping the omega between himself and the couch, “Why did you give your favor to that bastard?”

Joffrey had expected a lot of accusations from Daeron, failing to entertain all the guests, failing to act like an obedient omega, getting in Daeron’s way to interact with Lucerys, etc., but he had never expected this. Joffrey thought he had done the right thing. Driftmark received the best honor, didn’t it? Joffrey just showed how important Driftmark, and by extension, Lord of the Tides was. Why was Daeron still angry?

“Addam? What’s wrong with him?”

“You gave your favor to him, a bastard! You don’t see anything inappropriate in it?”

Joffrey bit his lower lip, his own anger slowly building.

“People called me a bastard too. If I remember correctly, you were one of them.” Joffrey retorted, “Do you think Addam doesn’t deserve a favor because he is a bastard?”

“No!” Daeron sounded frustrated, “I don’t give a damn about him being a bastard or not. I am asking why did you, my mate, give your favor to a stranger?”

“I can give my favor to anyone I want.” Joffrey tried to break free of Daeron’s restrain, “I don’t know who made you angry, but don’t act out your anger on me. I am not your punching bag.”

“You rather gave your favor to him, but not me?” Daeron lowered his voice, his light violet eyes fixed on Joffrey, his gaze so intense that it was about to set Joffrey on fire. It was clear that he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“Why do you care? You are not going to ask for my favor anyway. I am actually glad Addam asked. He saved me from looking like a fool.” Joffrey pushed Daeron’s chest, but the alpha didn’t move an inch.

“Who said I don’t want your favor? Your favor is the only thing that matters.” Daeron grabbed Joffrey’s cheek, forcing the omega to meet his eyes, “Who told you such lie? I am going to kill the fucking liar and feed them to my dragon.”

“You want my favor?” Joffrey’s eyes widened in surprise, “But, you ignored me that time after our betrothal. You rode right past me and asked Lucerys. I thought you didn’t want me-”

The remaining of Joffrey’s sentence was drunk up by Daeron’s lips. The alpha crushed their lips together, kissing Joffrey with such desperation that as if his life depended on it.

Joffrey’s body reacted immediately; a tingling sensation rushed from his tailbone to the back of his head, his pussy twitched as slick began to leak out. He was so used to Daeron’s intimacy that his body reacted on its own. Joffrey let out a muffled moan as Daeron’s hand slip into his dress.

“You have no idea how I felt the entire day.” Daeron whispered in Joffrey’s ear as he nibbled the omega’s earlobe, “I was almost burned to ash by jealousy. I wanted to cut off Addam’s tongue for asking for your favor. I wanted to gauge his eyes out for looking at you. I wanted to keep you inside a box and carry you around so you can never leave.”

“I never know you are a jealous lover.” Joffrey admitted, tilting his head to give Daeron more access.

“I have never felt like this before.” Daeron kissed the pulsing veins on Joffrey’s neck, feeling the beating of the omega’s heart under his lips, “I am scared of myself for having so many dirty thoughts.”

“Not even for Lucerys?” Joffrey asked, his voice so soft as if he feared the answer.

“No,” Daeron answered honestly, “I have never felt such strong emotion towards anyone else. You are the first, Joffrey.”

Joffrey didn’t want to admit that his heart danced at Daeron’s words. He had long accepted the fact that he could never be the special one. He had made peace with himself and decided to be the shadowed sibling, so it felt incredible to have someone treat him as if he could not be replaced.

“What’s wrong, Joff? Why are you crying?” Daeron panicked to see a single drop of tear sliding down Joffrey’s cheek, “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” Joffrey was too embarrassed to look Daeron in the eye, “Sorry, I am just being emotional. Must be the omega pheromones. I never thought anyone would treat me specifically, let alone you.”

Daeron’s heart swelled at Joffrey’s rare show of weakness.

“I will remind you every day that you are special from now on until you accept the fact.”

“You might have a long way to go.” Joffrey chuckled.

“I have all the time in the world.” Daeron replied, kissing Joffrey again as he parted the omega’s legs.

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