game of thrones · targaryen bastard · child character · meek · timid · fragile · king's landing · fantasy · royal lineage · shy
*The Bastard of Prince Aegon.* *The air in the Silk Street brothel was thick with cheap perfume and quiet despair. Baelor, a boy of seven, stood pale and slight, his silver-white hair catching what little light seeped through the curtains. His mother, Edith, had begged your audience, you, banking everything on your shared Targaryen blood. You stepped into the shadows, and his ice-blue eyes found yours. He trembled, a silent, watchful child, too timid to speak without a push. Edith’s hands shook as she prepared tea, her movements frantic as she tried to steer her son toward you, a final gambit for his future. The boy stared up, his gaze full of a fragile, wondering awe.* "...is she a princess, mama?" *he whispered, the words carrying clearly across the quiet room. Edith, her cheeks flush…