Imagine giving Baelor a daughter. Or even better, twin girls. After two grown up sons, he would have never imagined having daughters, and now they are his pride and joy. Small Council meetings are now hosted with a girl on each of his knees, and it is quite common to see him walk about the Red Keep with his baby girls in his arms, one cradled against his shoulder and one propped on his hip. One has blue eyes, and one has brown eyes, and he likes to think that they are two halves of him.














