aegon targaryen just wanted to squire for an honorable knight of the realm (part 1)
aegon “egg” targaryen, fifth of his name was only 9 namedays old, but he was no fool. people often underestimated him because of his age, but aegon was good at observing and watching what was happening around him, and what was happening right now was unacceptable.
egg knew that his ser was stunning in a way not many, or any, omegas could claim, towering over most alphas, with a strong solid build. at first glance, many would assume that ser duncan the tall was an alpha, his impressive height and strong stature was what first caught people’s eye. upon seeing him up close, or rather smelling him, most would dismiss him as an abnormally large beta, and simply move on with their day. a large beta was a slight curiosity but nothing unheard of. however, when his scent was thick and impossible to ignore, there was no denying what his looming appearance hid, ser duncan the tall was an omega.
the delicate yet enchanting scent of honeysuckle and the grass after rain was a balm to all who had the pleasure of breathing it in. for the targaryen family, the scent was refreshing, nostalgic, and reminiscent of spring days free from responsibility. the clean, fresh scent was a welcome reprieve from the smoky and woody scents that dominated the targaryen line. baelor with his smoked oak and amber scent, maekar who smelled of leather and cedar and a sharp citrus note, daeron and his sandalwood and bergamot musk, and aerion who’s cardamom and cedarwood scent that held hints of pepper and strangely, vanilla, were all ensnared by the sweet yet subtle and clean scent that the omega held.
egg, of course, had no problem taking pride in the wonderful and refreshing scent of his ser. in fact, egg was very adamant in having ser duncan scent him everyday, mixing the honeysuckle and grass with his milky pup scent. he took great pride in carrying the scent of his ser with him, and often smirked when he thought of all the squires who had to deal with strong, overwhelming alpha scents, while he got to luxuriate in ser duncan’s subtle yet serene scent.
however, while he may feel pride in his ser’s scent, he was most displeased with the unfortunate issues that arose from it. what kind of so-called issues, one may ask, well, aegon would be happy to share. to put it quite simply, his ser was targaryen catnip, and egg was disgusted and annoyed at the way his family members circled his ser like he was prey. his honorable uncle, his lord father, even his drunkard of a brother, and the monster he would rather ignore, they all had been enchanted by the large, kind, truly good and pure omega. although his ser did not meet the usual expectations and standards of what was considered proper omega etiquette and behavior, his ser was, at his core, a fundamentally good person. his heart was large and open, and his intentions only ever came from the heart.
for the targaryen men who grew up trapped by expectations, surrounded in the pit of vipers that was the noble class, where snakes lay hidden in the grass, and every secret shared was a gamble no one wanted to take, ser duncan’s honesty and integrity was intoxicating, and refreshing. how different he was from the lords and ladies they were forced to socialize with, and yet, a single moment with dunk outweighed any encounter in the red keep. ser duncan the tall was a breath of fresh air that stirred up the long-hidden and buried deep desire all targaryen’s had, a burning passion and desire to love and be loved. targaryen’s were creatures forged of fire and blood, and theirs ran hotter than most, the only real way to temper it was when they met their mate. and ser duncan, with his earnest eyes, kind heart, and relentless determination to be good, was all these dragon’s wanted.
please excuse any typos or mistakes with punctuation or spelling, i typed this on my phone half awake but burning with the need to get this down, maybe one day i’ll clean it up, but for now, please enjoy part 1 of this little omega! dunk universe narrated by the little man himself, egg!
