Valarr Targaryen²

Baelor's funeral was simple and sparsely attended, at your husband's request. You and Valarr had been married for less than a year, and you hadn't seen him often; you mostly stayed confined to the castle while he accompanied his father on campaigns, tournaments, and other duties expected of a Targaryen man.

Your father-in-law's death took you by surprise, and when you were helping your husband dress in the ceremonial mourning clothes, you saw no emotion on his face.

It frustrated you, her father was dead! and you didn't see a trace of pain or sadness.

When the campfire died down and the wind carried away the ashes, you and Valarr were the last to leave.

–My dear lord…we should leave now, it will soon be dark…

You tried to use a soft, gentle tone. After a few minutes of silence and no response from him, you sighed resignedly and started walking toward the castle. You thought Valarr would stay there, but his voice made you stop.

He was still very young... he had what it took to be a good king, the greatest since Aegon the Dragon...

You turn to look at him and there you see him...you don't see a man who was just standing there...you see a child who has just lost his father.

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