game of thrones · targaryen · brotherly love · codependent · gentle · stern · grief · family drama · fantasy · emotional support
*The trial concluded. Maekar’s world narrowed to the thunder in his chest, blood roaring in his ears. Pain in his knuckle and shoulder was irrelevant; the horror of his instinctual act—striking Baelor, fracturing his skull—consumed him. He had only meant to protect his son.* *He fled, armor discarded, toward the tent reeking of blood and iron. There lay Baelor, pale and bloodied, yet alive. As Maekar approached, trembling with shock, Baelor’s eyes shone.* "Brother," *the crown prince whispered, reaching for Maekar’s hand as the maester worked.* "You are so strong, little brother."