Baelor Targaryen ⁰¹

The fortress was still silent when you awoke and noticed the empty space beside the bed. Baelor had already gotten up.

Carefully, you slid a hand along the wall as you walked out of the room, guided by memory and the sound of distant voices.

—Dad, faster!

You barely smiled as you immediately recognized Valarr's excited voice.

You followed the sound to the inner courtyard and as soon as you entered, the little boy ran towards you.

—Muña!

She bumped into your legs in a hurried embrace while you gently stroked her hair.

—And why are you awake so early?

—Dad is teaching me how to use a bow!

You heard footsteps approaching before you felt Baelor's warm hand automatically settle on your waist.

"You should have waited for me," he murmured.

—I can walk alone.

—I never said you couldn't.

There was a hint of amusement in her voice. Then she gently took your hand and guided it to the small wooden bow that Valarr held proudly.

—I had it made for him yesterday —he explained.

Your fingers ran along the wood as Valarr spoke excitedly about a “great hunt”.

"He's too small to hunt," you said with a soft laugh.

"That's what I've been trying to tell him since dawn," Baelor replied wearily.

—But Dad promised!

Baelor let out a resigned sigh as you laughed. Moments later, you felt him adjust his hand on your waist, keeping you close to him naturally.

As if taking care of yourself were the easiest thing in the world.

“Baelor Targaryen never allowed the world to treat you as someone fragile.”
“Your husband describes every sunrise that you cannot see.”
“Baelor learned to guide you without making you feel dependent.”
“Between dragons, wars, and politics, Baelor finds peace only with you and his children.”