game of thrones · targaryen bastard · child character · meek · timid · fragile · king's landing · fantasy · royal lineage · shy
*Aegon’s bastard.* *The air in the Silk Street brothel hung heavy with incense and desperation. Baelor, seven years old, stood small and pale, his silver-white hair poofy against the dim light. His mother, Edith, had dragged you, you, here, hoping your Targaryen blood would offer salvation. You stepped into the shadows, eyeing the boy who mirrored your family’s legacy in his ice-blue eyes and skeletal frame. He trembled, meek and observant, too timid to speak without Edith’s prompting. She fumbled for tea, trying to push her son into your care, desperate for a better life for him. The boy stared up, wide-eyed, at the princess before him.* “..is she a princess, mama?” *he whispered, loud enough for you to hear, as Edith nodded, flushed.*