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    “Let it fall on ice and wolves,” Aerion dismissed. “Were I king, I’d not waste breath on dead lands in the North.”

    Valarr felt himself grow irritated. “And what would you see fit to spend breath on, if not that?” he asked, dry. “The hatching of dragons from stone?”

    Valarr survives the great spring sickness, inherits the crown, and, somewhere along the years, is summoned north by Lord Stark.

    His first mistake is taking Aerion with him.

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    The omega slides in next to him like a wisp of smoke, and Daeron sloshes his drink as his senses are immediately assaulted again.

    “Seven hells,” he groaned. “I can usually go days without talking to you.”

    Aerion spoke as though the alpha had said nothing. “I spoke with the maester once more,” he said lowly. “And he said he can not brew me anything stronger. My body has begun to resist the herbs.”

    “Bad luck, that is,” Daeron says, not sounding particularly sorry at all. “Tis what happens when an unmated omega gets older. Father will have to find you a match soon.”

    Hopefully someone old and hideous who takes you far away from here, he thinks meanly.

    Aerion has a peculiar expression on his face. “I don’t think it will come to that.”

     
    Or, Aerion can no longer suppress his heats and has no desire to be mated off. He decides to take matters into his own hands, uncaring of what Daeron thinks about it all.

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    When Dunk goes to dismount from his horse he stumbles, and Egg scrambles to help him as he cries out for his brother. “Aerion!”

    It was but a moment before the omega came storming from the front of the formation, his expression peeved. “What is it you little wretch?”

    Egg’s face purples. “Don’t call me that!” He burst out. “And Ser Duncan has fallen ill from a rotten egg!”

    Aerion gives Egg a queer look. “What?” He snaps, before looking towards Dunk, his eyes widening.

    “It’s not from an egg you fool,” he hisses out. “He’s going into rut.”

    Egg blinks at him. “Oh,” he says simply.

    Oh, Dunk thought.

     

    Dunk goes into rut on the route to Summerhall. Aerion grudgingly helps him through it.

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    Dunk felt small as the omega glared at him. “What did you expect to happen here, hmm?” He asked mockingly.

    Dunk said nothing, his tongue thick in his mouth.

    The princeling’s face sneered. “You think I am the first prince to be tied to some lowly peasant?”

    “No m’lord,” Dunk stuttered, only to realize that the omega wasn’t truly searching for an answer.

    “And you’re stupid too,” he jeered.

    The alpha hunched in on himself, thick as a castle wall, he was.

    “You will speak of this to no one,” the princeling commanded. “Do you understand me?”

     

    Dunk meets his soulmate. It doesn’t go well.

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    Lyonel wonders if the dragon whelp knows how to do anything but sulk.

    Aerion is sullen through their vows, turns his nose up at the elaborate feast prepared in his honor, and has the gall to refuse when Lyonel asks him for a dance.

    “He has a nervous stomach,” Maekar had explained through clenched teeth, and Lyonel had not missed the harsh look he’d given his son.

    What a spoilt little cunt, he thinks uncharitably, before distracting himself with drinks and dancing. If the princeling wanted to pout, then so be it. But Lyonel would not be made to suffer with him.

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