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.
Love...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
。.✦ ☾
Kingslanding.
。.✦ ☾
Baelon watched as Arianne interacted with Helaena's children, holding Maeger in her lap as the others ran around. The young boy was entrapped with the woman, watching her completely mesmerized.
Reckon steps up beside him, holding out a letter. "This just came in from the north." Reckon mumbles quietly.
Baelon sighs, looking over to see Reckon with a grim face. "You've read it?" Baelon asks
Reckon shakes his head. "No, but I can wager a guess." Reckon says
Baelon scoffs. "They can't deny my mother, they've made a vow, a pact. The north don't go back on their word, especially not one that goes back years." Baelon states, angry.
"I understand, but there have been rumors that the new lord is cold and vicious." Reckon says "And what about the rumors on me? That I am a sickly child, who never sees the light of day, or that I have three legs?" Baelon asks
Reckon scoffs. "I've never heard those before." Reckon states
Baelon chuckles. "Trust me, you would if they were aimed at you." Baelon says
Baelon finally falls silent, weighing the letter in his hand. He is confident that they will have the new lord at their side, but there is always that small doubt in the back of his head.
"Just open it." Reckon sighs, making Bealon roll his eyes. The prince finally breaks the seal and he unravels the letter.
'Prince Baelon, second of your name, heir to the iron throne and heir to our future queen. I've taken time to fully grasp the gravity of your words, and to consider your letter.
It is quite a romantic notion, uniting the two kingdoms with your mother's future child and my son. It would make a grand union, finally bringing two great houses together. But a union with uncertainty. I believe in my pact with the Targaryen family, I believe in keeping my family's word.
But you promise the hand of your future sister's hand. One you can not promise. If I were to agree and your mother produces a son, we set out to lose everything, my son's future and you lose our support.
I would like to amend the proposal, if your mother does not produce a suitable match then you must, and your wife must.
As well, we would like for you to grant me a seat in your counsel once you ascend, once your mother ascends. And once on your counsel, I would like to be appointed your master of war, and if I were ambitious your hand.
Please consider my words, and once you have an answer, please take the time to visit the north so we can meet face to face.
