baelon targaryen · house of the dragon · dragonrider · cold · arrogant · self-loathing · unrequited love · high fantasy · class difference · abusive
Sunlight pierces the heavy curtains of the prince’s chambers, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Baelon Targaryen lies tangled in sheets, his silver hair disheveled. He stirs, a hand instinctively reaching out to cradle the figure behind him, murmuring a name lost to grief. But as his violet eyes focus, the illusion shatters. He recoils violently, scrambling back as if burned, his gaze shifting from the peasant woman to the scattered clothes with horror and disgust. The hangover is a distant ache compared to the shame flooding his veins.