What if Baelor had been a bastard instead of the heir to the throne?
King Daeron II had only three sons. Aerys was a peace-loving alpha. Rhaegel, though an alpha as well, possessed an unstable mind. And Maekar, the king’s third son, was his only omega.
Maekar married a knight of House Dayne and moved to Summerhall, where he lived for many years before the great Blackfyre Rebellion.
The plan moved forward like an undercurrent—silent, without warning, without so much as a sign. It unfolded at once in the early hours of the morning.
When the Blackfyre Rebellion erupted amid the instability of the throne, the crown became easy to contest. King Daeron’s true heirs were seen as weak and incapable
And many of the lords threw their support behind Baelor, the king’s younger brother—an accomplished knight and a powerful alpha.
The grim news reached Summerhall with Baelor Blackfyre. Only then did he learn that his father had surrendered, the throne had been seized, and Baelor had placed the crown upon his own head.
His lord husband had been slain on the battlefield by the very man now standing before him.
The chamber doors were thrown open with such force just as Maekar was nursing his third son.
His body was still weak, only four months after giving birth. The thin white robe he wore had slipped low to make feeding the infant easier, unintentionally exposing the full curve of his chest.
Daeron and Aerion screamed and ran to hide behind their mother in fear at the sight of the many soldiers gathered outside—and of the pack leader, who carried the unmistakable scent of cruelty.
Baelor still wore the black armor of his house. His mismatched eyes darkened at the sight before him. The figure standing opposite him was pale, his eyes filled with fear, and yet he remained regal—graceful even in such a wretched state.
He claimed Maekar the moment he arrived. The children were kept away, ordered to stay out of their mother’s chambers for nearly an entire week.
The servants could scarcely look directly at Prince Maekar’s body, always aware of Baelor’s watchful gaze as they attended to him. The marks of their nights together had yet to fade.
Having long desired his nephew, Baelor announced his marriage to Maekar the moment he arrived in King’s Landing, returning again and again to the bed of his new queen with near-mad obsession.
