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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Six years later
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In a modest bedroom, light filled the feminine room, color exploding, reflecting the happy mood within. A small feline roamed around, trailing after some small bugs. Feathers covered the floor, blankets were thrown around, leaving a mess.
Clothing and armor covered the ground, a dress was torn in half.
A soft giggle emitted from the canopy and the sheer curtains were pulled around the bed, covering the couple from any outside view.
Helaena hums softly, a playful smile tugging on her red lips, she trails a thin finger up a smooth chest, her white hair a mess, a light sheen of sweat covering her body. Baelon chuckles softly, kissing on top of her head. His whole body relaxed and covered with feathery marks.
"Now that we've reacquainted ourselves, why don't we formally catch up." Baelon whispers softly, holding her close to his sweaty body.
His violet eyes were darker than they were all those years ago, his chin sharp and chiseled. His cheeks still carried some fullness, but he was still developing his male features. A white strand was beginning to develop, but it went unnoticed.
Helaena hums. "What do you want to know, my dear lover." Helaena whispers, lifting her chin so she can meet his gaze. Her hair draped over her shoulders like silk.
Baelon smiles. "How's court?" Baelon asks, pushing back her hair, letting it fall past her back.
Helaena sighs, leaning back against the bed, feathers from her ruined pillow flying in the air with her sudden movement. Baelon lifts an eyebrow, resting on his elbow. "We'll it's court and ever since I married Aegon, all they talk about is children and when we are expecting." Helaena states, upset.
Baelon smirks. "We'll I am trying my lovely lover." Baelon teases, leaning over her, making the princess giggle. "I know we made this arrangement long ago, but I can't help but enjoy it thoroughly." Helaena breaths softly, placing a hand on his chin, making sure to avoid his healed scar.
Helaena and Baelon were far from being in love. And since they couldn't get married, they used their advantages as royals in other ways.
Baelon wanted Aegon's 'child' to look nothing like him to strengthen his mother's claim and Helaena wanted a child other than Aegon's. So they snuck behind everyone's back and schemed away. While the child wouldn't be legitimate, it would be there's in secret, no one would know.
They have kept their affair a well-kept secret.
Baelon will get Helaena pregnant before the end of the year, and when the child comes out brunette, no one will question the line of succession, and there won't be whispers of bastards in court.
