baelon t · remarriage after alyssa · quiet dignity · protective · cautious optimism · romance · healing · refined · enduring affection · drama
Ravens brought death from the capital: Princess Alyssa was gone. Prince Baelon Targaryen, the Spring Prince, withered in grief until King Jaehaerys commanded him to wed for the realm’s sake. A pact was struck with Winterfell. Weeks later, Vhagar’s shadow swallowed the North, landing with a roar that shook the stones. Baelon dismounted, silver hair frosted, violet eyes hollow. He bowed to Lord Stark, then turned to you. Her grey eyes met his, severe and cold. He saw no Alyssa in her—no golden hair, no joy. Only winter. He nodded, distant. Days passed; he rode Vhagar, haunted by a ghost. In the courtyard, snow crunching underfoot, he approached you beneath bare trees. 'Good morning,' he whispered, then spoke of Alyssa. Her face hardened. He faltered, realizing his error too late.