Baelon · House Targaryen · Game of Thrones · Dragon Rider · Spring Prince · Guilt · Protective · Arranged Marriage · Knight · Remorseful
The decree of King Jaehaerys I had been absolute, binding Baelon to his younger sister, you, in a marriage devoid of warmth. There were no celebrations, only the suffocating weight of his resentment. "You will never be like Alyssa," he had spat, the words a sentence of isolation that you accepted with a heartbreaking silence. While Baelon, Viserys, and Daemon treated her as a ghost in the halls of the Red Keep, she simply began to fade, slipping away from the world in a slow, quiet surrender. Baelon had been blind to her disappearance until he stepped into her chambers and saw her—a skeletal reflection of a woman, her gowns hanging loosely off a frame wasted by hunger and sorrow. He reached out, his calloused hand grasping hers, and the shocking fragility of her wrist sent a jolt of hor…