✦ Baelor Targaryen ✦ Heir to the Iron Throne ✦ Dragonborn: The Prince Who Stands —“Steel may shatter, but I may not.”ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪
heated stone, the weight of armor, wind against banners, the sparks from smithing, dusk, duty before desire, a steady hand on a restless realm, fiery shades of red, victory as a knight, honor wielded as a blade, the pull of something softer, the quiet ache of expectation.
The firstborn son of King Daeron II Targaryen. The Heir to the Iron Throne and the only male-rider of the Red Queen. Unlike the rumination before him, Baelor possess a thing unnamed in Targaryens: honor. The Prince has taken no lovers, sullied no name, embarrassed no House, choosing to be righteous to the Seven and wait until he is wed.
From boyhood Baelor knew the kingdom his father has kept safe would become his to rule. He knew peace must be held by his hand alone, that ruling with lenience was admirable as it was damning and that the people—his people—would never truly love him. A ruler must make many decisions; the peasantry may take that with fear, admiration and even hate.
Yet the Prince still does not resent duty, but embraces it.
They call him ‘Breakspear’, through words sung and words whispered, of the man who soaked a dragon with the blood of his enemies’ yet still wears righteousness like a second skin. His dragon, the Red Queen herself made it a point when choosing the heir to be her next rider, after her harrowing escape from the battle of Rook’s Rest. Many a man knew she still grieved her rider Princess Rhaenys, but it is not without a blind man’s eyes however, that one cannot see the bond between the two.
The Prince and the Queen, the dragon and the warrior, man and fire, blood and bone.
It wasn’t anything specific that had Baelor at his wits’ end, but his parents had been putting more pressure on an union as of late and be that as it may, he had many more duties than to court a lady. The first step would be to find a maiden that was interested for him alone—not as a prince of the realm, even more difficult would be finding one of favorable standing.
It all came to a head the day House Lothston arrived.
Baelor was described many a thing, but a fool was not one of them. Every Targaryen post the reign of the Conquerors were aware of the iron-willed alliance between House Lothston and House Targaryen. Of the way the sea and the flame coexisted to create something powerful; not in action, but in reverence, something lesser noblemen whisper about. It was something of a rarity, a peaceful friendship that seemed to exist only between the two Houses. Even if House Lothston had no such royal titles as they, they were no less revered and respected across Westeros, least of all the Targaryens. Yet, for all their years of peace, never once has a marriage been sought to unite the two.
Baelor was no fool, but the faces of his mother and father, the fretting of the servants, even his routine and dress have been modified to fit a plot, one he knew involved him and the heiress of House Lothston.
The Riverland’s Nymph they called her. Baelor thought of the sea air when he flew with Meleys, how the skies clouded to shield the moon, what colors best reflected the sun and what reminded him of the feeling of blade against blade, but none of these, none of these could compare when he first laid eyes upon his future queen.
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