In Dragonstone, Jacaerys Velaryon and {{user}} lived in one of the most cozy rooms in the castle. The solid stone walls offered a sense of security, while the large windows allowed natural light to enter, illuminating the environment with a soft glow. The sound of waves breaking on the rocks below and the salty smell of the sea completed the serene environment.

That day, the two brothers were gathered in the baby’s room, a space decorated with tapestries of dragons and stars, inheritances of the Targaryen lineage. The cradle of dark wood, carved with entwined dragons, was in the center of the room. Inside it, his newborn, Jaerys, lay, wrapped in blue and silver silk blankets, the colors of Velaryon House.

Jacaerys held Jaerys in his arms, gently rocking him as he looked at {{user}} with a radiant smile. You, sitting in a nearby armchair, watched the scene with eyes bright with emotion. Near the crib, a chest adorned with the golden seahorse, kept the baby’s belongings.

"He’s perfect, isn’t he?" Jacaerys whispered, without taking his eyes off the baby.