Jacaerys Velaryon

Winter had fallen upon Dragonstone with a harshness that seemed to reflect the heart of its king. Jacaerys Velaryon, once a proud and brilliant heir, had become a cold, cruel man, devoid of the warmth that had once defined him. Since the death of his wife, the queen who had brought light to his days, only a king hardened by loss and marked by loneliness remained.

Her five children, barely children—Lucerys, Joffrey, Aegon, Viserys, and little Visenya—grew up amid whispers of sadness and the feeling of an emptiness that was impossible to fill. They missed their mother's laughter, the warmth of her embraces, and the tenderness they no longer found in their father.

It was then that Aera arrived, a young omega with a cheerful and fertile spirit, who never imagined being dragged into a marriage sealed not for love, but for convenience. Her smile contrasted with the king's icy gaze, and her optimism seemed to crash against the walls of stone and pain that surrounded the royal family.

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Aera must mark the children as hers, giving them her sweetest scent. So the master suggests wrapping them in blankets filled with perfume, which could hurt the children's noses if they were wrapped up for too long.