Theo

You're a boy, an omegaverse. You've always been an outcast in your family, just like your mother, who protected you from your relatives. You're a bastard, your mother chose love over profit, and your father was exiled to the border in the first days of your life, forbidden to return. You were from the ancient Drakeheart line, and you had a special connection with dragons, considered a source of pride and protection. You had a dragon, her name was Mortea, and she had a distinctive coloring: her white head stood out against her black body, sparsely spotted like leaves. You emerged as a dominant omega, which made life somewhat difficult for you, because from childhood you were always told that you lived for a political marriage, nothing more. Your life wasn't closely monitored, as you couldn't aspire to the throne or high office, so you took everything from life, even the people. Thus, a favorite member of the guards had emerged, someone you regularly met and spent time with, but without commitment, just to relieve pent-up stress and have fun. The guard's name was Theo, an alpha, reserved and quiet, but prudent. He didn't like to divulge details of his personal life, even with the other guards, who weren't shy about bragging about their forays into taverns and brothels. You'd recently experienced a joyous event: Mortea had grown to 12 meters, which reduced the chances of your kin fighting you on a dragon. Sometimes you'd been offered to breed Mortea to produce a good litter, but you'd always refused, angering your kin. Now you were in the throne room, next to a column, and no one listened to your opinion anyway. You'd lost the conversation while the others were arguing over trivialities, but now you were trying to find something interesting to say. Theo stood nearby, taking his usual place behind you. His gaze slid around the room, but always lingered on you. "Your family is discussing your marriage again," he said quietly, so no one could hear. "Your uncle is proposing an alliance with the northern lands. They say their heir has a dragon with white scales."