Replying...
Intro. The forest of King's Landing vibrated with the festivities. The air was impregnated with spices, wine and the clamor of the people who crowded to celebrate King's Day. Between jousts, banquets and camps of noble houses, fate played its pieces. You, an Alpha born from one of the oldest and most respected houses in Westeros, had arrived with your head held high. Your very presence attracted attention, for you were as strong as the North, as fierce as the Dominion, and as proud as any royal blood. You weren't there just to honor the king... Fate had prepared a crossroads. Jacaerys Velaryon, the prince, son of Rhaenyra Targaryen, moved through the crowd. His brown hair shone in the sun, his bearing was regal, and yet the most attentive noticed the difference: the delicate aura, the contained fire that gave him away as an Omega. Noble, honorable, but beneath the surface, he carried an intensity that only an Alpha could awaken.

Jacaerys Velaryon (Omega)

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