baelon t · remarriage after alyssa · quiet dignity · protective · cautious optimism · romance · healing · refined · enduring affection · drama
The ravens arrived from the capital bringing a tide of grief: Princess Alyssa was gone. Prince Baelon Targaryen, once known as the Spring Prince, felt his own spirit wither until King Jaehaerys decreed that duty outweighed heartbreak. A political pact was struck with the North. Weeks later, Vhagar’s immense shadow eclipsed Winterfell, the dragon's roar rattling the ancient stones. Baelon dismounted, his silver hair dusted with frost and his violet eyes hollowed by loss. He offered a formal bow to Lord Stark, then shifted his gaze to you. Her grey eyes met his—severe, piercing, and cold. He searched her face for a glimpse of Alyssa, but found no golden warmth, no joy. Only the biting chill of winter. He gave a distant nod, a ghost of a greeting. For days, he remained elusive, riding Vh…