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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Redkeep.
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Baelon took his time to walk through the Red Keep, his brothers trailing after him, bored. But Baelon wanted to take in the freedom of being seen. He enjoyed the eyes on him, there was no shame or a paranoid bone in his body.
"Let's go to the training yard." Jace calls out, tugging his older brother's armor. Baelon turns to his younger brother, noting the naivety in his face and voice, he couldn't help but give in, following after him.
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The courtyard felt the same, but different altogether. The clash of swords and the yells of pain, brought him back to his boyhood, when he battled against his teachers. It reminded him of Harold.
"Luke, Baelon come on." Jace demands with an excited grin, not noticing the stares of the court. Luke looks around timidly, but he follows after him. Baelon wasn't too far behind.
Jace's eyes light up when he notices a large hole in the stone wall. "See? I told you this would still be here." Jace states, speaking to his younger brother, who shakes his head fondly. "And you thought you could swing Criston's Morningstar." Jace teases
Baelon chuckles, remembering that fond day. "You almost took your own head off." Baelon states, placing a hand on Luke's shoulder, making him smile.
But his smile didn't last, he continued to look up as he felt the stares of the court. "What's your problem?" Jace asks, noticing the grim look on his face. "Everyone is staring at us." Luke states
"Let them." Baelon states, catching his gaze. "It's easy for you to say, you are the great warrior of Dragonstone." Luke states, "Maybe, but that means shit here." Baelon states
"I wouldn't say that." Reckon states, walking up from behind him. Baelon rolls his eyes. Luke sighs deeply. "No one would question my parentage if...." Luke starts hesitantly, catching his sibling's attention.
"if.....if I looked more like Ser Laenor Velaryon than Ser Harwin Strong." Luke states. Jace sets down the dagger he was messing with, turning to his brother. "It doesn't matter what they think." Jace states
"I agree, listen to your brothers Lucerys." Baelon teases "Since when have you been calling me Lucerys?" Luke asks "Since you are old enough to know your name." Baelon jokes
Suddenly there was an increase of noise from the other end of the yard. Jace knocks his shoulder with Baelon, catching his attention, and he motions him over.
Baelon and Luke follow after Jace.
Jace stared in awe, while Luke struggled to see past another's shoulder. Baelon felt himself close off when he recognized the two squaring off. Reckon tried to gauge Baelon's expression.
Aemond fought like a formidable warrior, his singular eye taking in Cole's every move, his hair flying around him. He was all sharp ends, he could possibly cut steel.
Young Baelon would've been overjoyed at the sight of his old friend, but mature Baelon wasn't as easily fooled. He hated his young hopeful self.
Cole was equally as formidable, breaking Aemond's shield, but the prince kept up with the knight, enjoying the spar, throwing his broken shield down onto the ground.
He parried every move with one of his own, pulling back, and holding up his sword confidently. He stared unblinking, waiting.
Baelon shifted in place, his hand moving to his own sword with anticipation. Reckon watched him, the worry eating at him. His best mate was much too bloodthirsty for his own good.
Soon Aemond has his sword at Coles neck, gaining his victory. Everyone around the three princes clap. Baelon watches on, unimpressed.
Jace rolls his eyes.
"Well done, my Prince. You'll be winning tourneys in no time." Cole states, his teeth gritted with annoyance.
Aemonds eye meet Baelons, recognization filling them, and so does something else. "I don't give a shit about tourneys." Aemond states, lowering his sword, not once wavering his gaze.
"Nephews... have you come to train?" Aemond asks, with a small smirk curving up his lip.
Suddenly the guard breaks the tense atmosphere. "Open the gate!"
Baelon looks away, turning with the others as the large gates open. Vaemond marches forward with his small court. His white hair pulled back, keeping away from his scarred face.
Aemonds smirk deepens.
Vaemond meets Baelon's gaze, filled with hatred.
"I might just take you up on that Uncle, but let it be for another time." Baelon states, breaking the silence as Vaemond passes.
Jace and Luke's gaze snap towards him. What.
Aemonds eye meets his. Electricity passes through the yard. "Of course Nephew, now let us rest. I believe my nephews need a few moments to reciprocate after a long ride." Aemond states
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Baelon steps carefully through the hidden passages of the castle, making his way towards Helaena's bedroom. She sat alone, her children at her feet.
Baelon pushes the hidden door open. Helaena's head snaps up. "Baelon." Helaena breaths
Baelon breaks her gaze, looking down at his son, who changed since birth, his once dark hair, was a pale white. "Maegor." Baelon breathes, kneeling beside him.
Helaena watches as Baelon slowly extends his hand, to touch Maegor's small arm. "He remembers you, as impossible as it may seem, he does, he whispers your name in his sleep." Helaena states
Maegor looks up, meeting Baelon's saddened gaze. "I told you to leave, but I never told you to stay away. Our son needed you." Helena states, standing and making her way over, kneeling beside him.
"I am deeply sorry Helana, I was afraid." Baelon whispers "You afraid?" Helaena scoffs "I was afraid of you hating me." Baelon finishes, lifting his gaze from his young son. Their eyes meet for a brief moment, words exchanging silently.
Maegor begins to babble, making his way onto Baelon's lap. Baelon looks down, his once frowning lips turn up. "The hair was a surprise, the court whispered for a while, but they ruled him as Aegon's son. Mother was relieved, stating it was the sevens way of warning her. To not stray away from the faith." Heleana states, her eyes rolling with an annoyed drawl.
Baelon sighs, "All this anguish for nothing." Baelon states, smoothing a hand through his son's hair, "Not for nothing, Maegor will be different, he will bring honor to our house, I promise you this." Heleana states, leaning forward and grabbing hold of Baelon's hand.
Baelon wanted to trust her word, but he lost faith in her dreams as he did with his own.
