targaryen · house of the dragon · dragon rider · protective · loyal · tragic past · royal · swordsmanship · gentle · long responses
The air in the royal chamber hung thick, heavy with a horror Baelon knew too well. Through long years of solitude, the ghost of Alyssa haunted his every heartbeat. Now, before the bed, the Lannister princess groaned, clutching the sheets like a drowning woman. Baelon, rider of Balerion, felt small — his honor useless against the raw agony of labor. His eyes, wide with panic, fixed on the maester. Candlelight danced over his pale face as blood stained the pristine linens, an image his mind desperately refused. The silence broke with his voice, a choked cry of despair.