Soft cries and whimpers resonated off the walls of the throne room. Arthur held his newborn son close to his chest and glanced at his wife. Her fingers tapped lightly against the arms of her throne, signaling her impatience and annoyance. He had lost count of how long they've been waiting now. He supposed the only thing that was keeping his wife, Amelia, from not complaining was their child's gurgles. For a newborn, Arthur was surprised that their newborn son was making a lot of sounds at such an early age.

Amelia glanced over and smiled lightly at her family. He could tell she was irritated, not from their child of course, but this accursed Oracle who dared to be late. Arthur hated the silence that sat in the throne room and he knew he couldn't stand the constant babbles from their son for lord who knows how long the Oracle will take.

He inhaled quietly and asked, "Have you been thinking of any names for our son, my love?"

Amelia seemed relieved to have something to do while they wait. She placed her hand against her cheek and thought. "I've been thinking of naming him Allen or perhaps Alfred," she said, still unsure.

"After your grandfather and father?" Arthur remembered learning about the Spades Royal Family back when he was a small child. Her grandfather, King Alfred, had saved the kingdom from a war that would prove Spade's utter demise if it weren't for his strategies and heroic deeds. King Alfred married and had a son, Allen, Amelia's father. Allen was a brave man and improved the kingdom, saving many from poverty and vastly improved foreign relations.

She smiled softly and nodded, "Yes. Do you like it? I can't think of much but I think our son should have a name that belonged to a hero in our kingdom's past."

"I agree. I suppose after we meet with the Oracle we'll have more ideas." Amelia laughed at his response.

"Yes," Amelia went back to her exasperated pose, her eyes glancing at the throne room doors every few seconds "If they ever get here."

Their son writhed in his arms, but he did not fuss. He was simply asleep and moved about. Arthur was relieved but at the same time annoyed. He hated silence and with the entire throne room silent, it did not help him at all. Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind.

"Do you think he'll be an alpha or an omega? Perhaps a beta?"

Amelia pondered once more. Spade's had never produced a beta with the exception being Amelia's brother, Matthew. Almost all of them were alphas and a few in history with omegas.

"I feel he may be an alpha. He comes from a long line of them," Amelia replied confidently, "but if he were to be an omega, we'll be sure to marry him off to the right family. But if he were a beta…"

Arthur's heart sank. He knew Amelia and Matthew's time when they were about to find out what they were. Matthew was a year older than her so for an entire year, Amelia had to suffer if she was a beta too, she wasn't deemed desirable. The entire Royal Family was relieved to find out Amelia was an alpha and Matthew was left to his devices.

Arthur remembered facing different treatment. All of his brothers were alphas so his family was sure he was one too. Being the youngest he had to wait many years to find out until they found out he was an omega. He hated the treatment he received from his family and peers. But it proved well in the end since the Crown Princess of Spades was an alpha. Coming from a wealthy family, Arthur's parents arranged a marriage and pact.

"-we'll be sure to find someone great for him. We would just have to try again for a child."

Arthur was barely listening but understood the gist of what his wife was saying. He nodded in affirmation and his grip on their son tightened in a protective way.

"Are you afraid, Arthur?"

Arthur almost jumped from her tone of voice. She sounded serious and it frightened him just a bit. "Excuse me?"

"Of what the Oracle will say?"

He thought for a moment. It was true that no one ever escaped the Oracle's predictions of their fate. He never been through an Oracle meeting, only royals did so to see a glimpse of their child's future. Really he was afraid, but it was more him being nervous than scared. "A bit, I suppose. I'm confident, he'll turn to be a great man either way."

Amelia bit her lip. "To be honest, I'm a bit scared."

"Why's that?"

"My father always told me there's a first for everything," Arthur's heart sped up. She was definitely true with that, no wonder she felt so apprehensive. She continued, "Such as my brother born a beta. What about our son? Will he be as great as my past relatives or better or worse?"

He looked down on his son who was sleeping peacefully in his arms. He couldn't imagine him doing something horrible to the world. In fact, Arthur could only see his son doing great things with such an innocent face. He replied confidently, "Don't hold expectations so high. He'll be wonderful either way. You love him don't you?"

"Of course I do," Amelia answered, slightly offended from the question.

"Then there's nothing to worry about." He knew Amelia was just worried, but she often took things to heart too quickly. He knew their son was going to prove himself great and he knew deep inside Amelia thought that too.

Just then, the guards announced the Oracle's presence and requested entrance. Arthur desperately wanted to shout in exclamation on how long they waited. But of course, the guards only listened to Amelia when she was present.

"Let them in."

The guards obeyed and opened the doors at an agonizing rate. His heart sped up once more and he tried to smother the rising bubble of anxiety rising up. What would their son be like? What would his fate be? Even though the Oracle couldn't answer, would he be an Alpha, Omega, or Beta?

The Oracle graced the throne room floors at a moderate pace. Her head was held high and her hands folded neatly against her chest. Once she was a few feet away from the rulers, she kneeled down.

"I apologize profusely for my deferment, your highness. If I may, I can still tell your son's destiny."

Amelia stood from her throne and eyed Arthur. Arthur nodded and stood as well, still holding their son in his arms.

"Please rise, Oracle," Amelia said firmly, "But please don't be late again. We expect your upmost punctuality."

The Oracle rose and nodded, "I understand and I will."

Amelia eyed Arthur once more. He took this as a cue to move closer to the Oracle. He didn't know exactly what he was doing. He wondered if he was doing everything correctly so far. But with Amelia's glances, he thought she shouldn't have to signal him to do things.

'Relax, this is the first time. Next time you'll know what exactly to do,' He reassured himself.

Amelia moved along with him and addressed the Oracle, "This is our newborn son. We have not named him yet but want to name him once we know of his future. From there we'll draw inspiration."

The Oracle nodded and smiled, "I see. Wise choice. Will you allow me to hold him?"

"Yes," Amelia immediately replied. Arthur gulped and hesitantly handed their child to the Oracle. The boy whimpered from the sudden movement and unfamiliar hold, but the Oracle was gentle and scanned him. She gently placed two fingers against his forehead, lips, chest, and legs. From there, Arthur didn't pay attention to her movements because he was so nervous of his fate. He glanced at Amelia. She too was afraid, he could tell. She didn't show it, but deep inside he knew she was.

"I see…"

"What is it, Oracle?" She immediately responded.

Arthur felt his heart was going to leap out of his chest. He hoped that their son would do great things, or just be a normal human being at this point. He'll take either.

"Your son…" Arthur recognized the tone. It was serious, dim, and ominous. He could feel his eyes well up already. The Oracle bit her lip and took one last look at their son until she looked to the both of them. She inhaled sharply.

"He will kill his mother and marry his father. He will bring chaos to this kingdom."

Arthur was surprised he wasn't the first one to start crying. Rather it was Amelia.

A/N: I should be doing other things like updating and doing my homework. But nah I'm gonna write a fanfic inspired by Oedipus bc that's what we're reading at school! Hooray! Procrastination at its finest.

I've been toying with the idea of Omegaverse for a while. At first I was like 'what the fuck is this shit what the fuck this makes no sense' And I'm still like that but it's actually fucking interesting to read and peoples' take on it. I am disgusting and going to hell for this lol.