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instead of dying in the Spring Sickness, Valarr comes to the verge of death, survives, and also in the midst of all of it, presents—as an omega.

so, in truth, this changes very little about canon after that. An omega can’t be king, and so the crown passes to Aerys with Daeron and Matarys dead. Now, instead of the future king, all Valarr is now is a political headache. He can’t stay married to Kiera, a female beta, and so the marriage is adjourned and she is married off to Daeron to keep the alliance with Tyrosh. He can’t be re-married off to just anyone, because he’s the last of Baelor’s line, and who’s to say his future husband won’t try to pull a Blackfyre and put his future children on the throne?

Aerys goes through his options and decides, with the advice of Bloodraven, to get rid of both of his current problems with one stone: marrying off Valarr to Maekar, and sending the both of them off to Summerhall for the foreseeable future, where he won’t have to deal with either of them.

Maekar and Valarr are both slightly shell-shocked by this turn of events, and don’t have much left in them to protest.

Maekar is still roiling over Baelor’s death, and now his father and young nephew are dead as well. One of his sons is drowning himself in drink, another is in Lys, another at the Citadel, and the last off in some corner of the world where he cannot reach him. His daughters are still here, but he struggles with them, foreign to him as they are with no mother to help raise them. And now he is to marry Valarr—a walking, talking remanent of his brother, down to the eyes.

Valarr is, somehow, even worse off in his misery. His father—his dear, loved, perfect father, to whom he could not measure up to when he was alive, and now even less so now that he is dead—is gone, his grandfather is gone, and Matarys, his sweet little brother that he raised like his own after his mother passed in the birthing bed, is gone. He is no longer the heir, and he will never be King—the position he has worked himself to the bone to one day come even close to deserving. He is to marry his uncle—his surly, closed-off uncle, who paid him no mind even when Baelor was alive, who landed the blow that took his father away from him.

On his good days, Valarr wishes the Spring Sickness would have taken him as it had taken his grandfather and brother. On his bad days, he wishes he wore his own armor into battle and died in his father’s place. On both, he curses the new gods, the old gods, and his uncle-husband most of all.