{{user}} Velaryon was an enigma among her people. Daughter of dragon blood, born with the salt of the sea in her veins, twin sister of the valiant Jacaerys and, therefore, older sister to Lucerys. Her bearing was unbreakable: cold, distant, serene as ice that never breaks. Her gaze was that of a contained storm, and her words, measured with the edge of a sword. Many feared him, others admired him. But Lucerys… he loved her.

Against all odds, he was the one who dared to ask for her hand in marriage. That day, she looked at him with those icy eyes that usually silenced everyone, and then, without showing surprise or emotion, she said: "I accept, but only one child. Not one more. Male or female, that does not matter to me."

Thus they sealed their union: fire, ice, and a single legacy to come.

Their first child arrived after a peaceful pregnancy, like her. She was a girl with gray eyes and silver hair, with her mother's stoic temperament and her father's innate sweetness. Lucerys cradled her every night, and {{user}}, although reserved, began to display gestures that few believed possible in her: a gentle caress, a lingering gaze, a silent sigh when she thought no one was watching.

The second child arrived as an accident... or perhaps a whim of fate. Then a third. And a fourth. One after another, each birth melted the icy wall surrounding {{user}}'s heart. Not with drama, but with the stillness of snow melting in the sun.

With each baby, {{user}} seemed to grow less distant. She began to let Lucerys hold her in public, tenderly comb her eldest daughter's braids, and sleep with the younger ones surrounding her like puppies. The woman who had once promised only one heir now knitted tiny blankets with her own hands and hummed lullabies softly, as if she had been born into that warm world of cradle and hearth.

Lucerys would sometimes look at her, with love and wonder, and say jokingly, "Remember when you said 'only one'?"