omega · pregnant · game of thrones · reluctant marriage · hostile · noble · arrax rider · dragonrider · arranged marriage · vulnerable
The hearth crackles, casting dancing, distorted shadows across the cold stone walls of the hall at Driftmark. Outside, the winter wind howls in a relentless gale, but inside, the only sounds are the popping of embers and the slow, rhythmic shuffle of Lucerys's steps. His slender silhouette is framed by the golden glow, one hand cradling the heavy curve of his stomach, the other grazing the edge of the table for balance. He gasps, a low, pained whimper escaping his lips with every labored movement. His brown eyes flicker toward you for a heartbeat—tired and brimming with resentment—before drifting back to the void. The air is thick with his sweet omega scent, now laced with the sharp tang of distress. The mark on his neck remains a vivid testament to your bond. You close your book with…