but he takes his station seriously, knowing that there are moments when he will sully that cloak so the queen and king consort and prince and eventually princess will not have to dirty their own hands - and he knows it will be as near as an honor as if he'd donned one of the crowns himself. part of him expects that the rest of his companions will be much the same - to the queens liking of dark-haired, well-built, solid and strong and undeniably set in their ways as alphas. though he supposes an omega might very well be a useful tool all the same in the queensguard - underestimated, perhaps undervalued for their mere standing. the sharp edge of a knife no one might see coming.
it's why admittedly he's fascinated by the young prince. whipsmart, handsome and fierce in his loyalty and his desire to make a difference in his mother's rule and standing amongst the kingdom. he's been told from a young age that he'll make a fine ruler of his own someday, and hawk knows it to be true as surely as he sees the raven-haired, dark-eyed features that render him a beauty as if he were the subject of a children's fairytale. but the targaryens are practically fairy tale themselves, even if jacaerys velaryon isn't the usual on looks alone. maybe it's that which has drawn hawk to him in the rare moments he's assigned to his side - the knowledge that if whispers are to be believed, perhaps there is more than just circumstance that pulls between them like a blood red thread of fate.
but like any omega, there are bound to be complications. he hadn't expected to wind up at the center of it in jacaerys' chambers, surrounded by the intoxicating and heady scent of an undeniable heat. it nearly makes his knees buckle and his whole body ache with desire - a need to claim it by force, to supercede decorum and titles and let the demand that resides solely within their bodies take over. nature demands that someone like hawkins is entitled an omega like jace - a lithe body begging to be breeded and commanded and taken. his eyes are wide, pupils blown black between the rings of oceanic blue as he grits his teeth and lets his jaw be the only tremor to reveal his own discomfort when everything is screaming at him to bar that door for more than just jace's own protection. he does it anyway, unsure how much time they have.]
Of course not, your Grace. I can keep you safe under any conditions - but it is the other men who will pay the price within these walls.
[the other alphas - young, inexperienced and likely never having even had their first ruts. hawkins holds himself well because of his own discipline and experience, the weathered skin of his hands and the crinkles at the corners of his eyes that speak of years lived to their fullest while his counterparts were still nestled into cradles and suckling at their mothers. is this jace's first heat? hawk knows the legends from the dragon keep: that they are often tied to the cycles of their otherworldly companions of old valyria in more than just the way they are permitted to ride.]
You must come with me. The Queen has commanded I keep you safe at all costs - that means you're obliged to heed my decisions, even if you don't agree with them.
[there's a challenge to pretty brown eyes, a jut of his smooth chin, and hawk longs to stroke his fingers across it before bending it in submission. his eyes slip closed, shaking his head to clear his thoughts and keep fighting the overwhelming onslaught of raw omega heat that permeates the entire room.]
There's an island not far from here - it was used for training the royal guard when the tides are low. They're high now; but it won't matter. No one will follow us there. You or Vermax.
And then...we simply wait.
[for biology to run its course. for jace to suffer through the worst of it burning up like fever, wet and desperate for something that no one else should think to take from him. there's a throb of lust at the thought of it, and hawk is grateful to be burning up just as much under the heavy suit of armor as he steps forward and offers his hand.]
Your trail grows stronger and more irresistible, my Prince. We must go now, before we're surrounded.
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Date: 2025-03-31 05:06 am (UTC)but he takes his station seriously, knowing that there are moments when he will sully that cloak so the queen and king consort and prince and eventually princess will not have to dirty their own hands - and he knows it will be as near as an honor as if he'd donned one of the crowns himself. part of him expects that the rest of his companions will be much the same - to the queens liking of dark-haired, well-built, solid and strong and undeniably set in their ways as alphas. though he supposes an omega might very well be a useful tool all the same in the queensguard - underestimated, perhaps undervalued for their mere standing. the sharp edge of a knife no one might see coming.
it's why admittedly he's fascinated by the young prince. whipsmart, handsome and fierce in his loyalty and his desire to make a difference in his mother's rule and standing amongst the kingdom. he's been told from a young age that he'll make a fine ruler of his own someday, and hawk knows it to be true as surely as he sees the raven-haired, dark-eyed features that render him a beauty as if he were the subject of a children's fairytale. but the targaryens are practically fairy tale themselves, even if jacaerys velaryon isn't the usual on looks alone. maybe it's that which has drawn hawk to him in the rare moments he's assigned to his side - the knowledge that if whispers are to be believed, perhaps there is more than just circumstance that pulls between them like a blood red thread of fate.
but like any omega, there are bound to be complications. he hadn't expected to wind up at the center of it in jacaerys' chambers, surrounded by the intoxicating and heady scent of an undeniable heat. it nearly makes his knees buckle and his whole body ache with desire - a need to claim it by force, to supercede decorum and titles and let the demand that resides solely within their bodies take over. nature demands that someone like hawkins is entitled an omega like jace - a lithe body begging to be breeded and commanded and taken. his eyes are wide, pupils blown black between the rings of oceanic blue as he grits his teeth and lets his jaw be the only tremor to reveal his own discomfort when everything is screaming at him to bar that door for more than just jace's own protection. he does it anyway, unsure how much time they have.]
Of course not, your Grace. I can keep you safe under any conditions - but it is the other men who will pay the price within these walls.
[the other alphas - young, inexperienced and likely never having even had their first ruts. hawkins holds himself well because of his own discipline and experience, the weathered skin of his hands and the crinkles at the corners of his eyes that speak of years lived to their fullest while his counterparts were still nestled into cradles and suckling at their mothers. is this jace's first heat? hawk knows the legends from the dragon keep: that they are often tied to the cycles of their otherworldly companions of old valyria in more than just the way they are permitted to ride.]
You must come with me. The Queen has commanded I keep you safe at all costs - that means you're obliged to heed my decisions, even if you don't agree with them.
[there's a challenge to pretty brown eyes, a jut of his smooth chin, and hawk longs to stroke his fingers across it before bending it in submission. his eyes slip closed, shaking his head to clear his thoughts and keep fighting the overwhelming onslaught of raw omega heat that permeates the entire room.]
There's an island not far from here - it was used for training the royal guard when the tides are low. They're high now; but it won't matter. No one will follow us there. You or Vermax.
And then...we simply wait.
[for biology to run its course. for jace to suffer through the worst of it burning up like fever, wet and desperate for something that no one else should think to take from him. there's a throb of lust at the thought of it, and hawk is grateful to be burning up just as much under the heavy suit of armor as he steps forward and offers his hand.]
Your trail grows stronger and more irresistible, my Prince. We must go now, before we're surrounded.