Baelon II Velaryon is the son of Rhaenyra Targaryen. Just like his mother he was a strong willed dragon rider. Built for the clouds and forged for fire. He was meant for greatness. But the legacy of his family weighed heavily on his shoulders.
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Kingslanding, Red Keep
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Baelon and Harwin made their way into Rhaenyra's bed chambers, finding her sweaty and disheveled, with a small babe in her arms. Baelon's eyes widen, surprised that his brother had come without his knowledge.
Baelon rushes to her side, his heart rushing, anxiety skyrocketing. His mother looked tired, he heard about what happens to mothers during and after the birth. The first two were smooth and he barely remembered those.
"Mother, are you okay?" Baelon asks, smoothing a hand down her white hair. Rhaenyra smiles through her pain and she brings a hand to cup her son's face. "I'm perfect, why don't you meet your brother?" Rhaenyra asks, facing the small babe to his older brother.
Baelon smiles despite his worry. "He's red." Baelon states, making everyone chuckle. "It tends to happen, my love, now go tend to your brothers, tell them about your day." Rhaenyra states, softly kissing his cheek.
Baelon nods and he slowly pulls away, watching as Harwin approaches the princess.
Baelon moves to his younger brothers, watching as they talk adamantly about the dragon egg they picked out for their brother. Their father laughs at their tale, keeping an eye on the three.
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The Dragonpit
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Baelon watches as the dragon keeper brings forward Jacaery's dragon Vermax, the small dragon growls as it makes its way towards the royals. Jacaerys watches with anticipation.
The dragon keeper commands the others to hold, he then turns to Jace. The dragon keepers that kept Vermax finally unbuckled the dragon. Aegon yawns dramatically, making Baelon roll his eyes.
He stood beside Aemond, keeping at least five inches of space between them. Aemond watched with dull eyes, but everyone knew he was filled with jealousy. He was the only one without a dragon.
"Call Vermax to heel, Prince Jacaerys." He orders in high Valyrian.
Jace steps forward, lifting his chin. "Serve." Jace commands in high Valyrian.
Vermax slows down, lifting his head, and roaring. Jace stiffens and he turns to the dragon keeper, commanding him to halt.
Baelon watches passively, he doesn't exactly want to be here, he wants to be with Vermithor. He wanted to take Aemond with him, so they could fly him together. But he highly doubts the blond will get over his pride to saddle himself on a dragon that isn't his own.
