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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。.✦ ☾ Tourney. 。.✦ ☾
The roar of the crowd caused Baelon to snap out of his thoughts, he took a deep breath as he stepped towards his horse. A beautiful stallion, unlike the one of his childhood.
Memories of him and Aemond visiting their respective horses, of their laughter. He knew he was a weak child, who forgave too easily, but he missed those easy years.
Where he was carefree, where he had both his fathers.
Baelon sighs and lifts himself onto the horse, turning to his squire, who offers him his helmet. It takes him a moment to accept it.
He guides the horse towards the row of men, all ready for the tourney, he spots Aemond right away, the green sigil forged into his armor. Baelon scoffs, adjusting himself in his black armor.
A guard steps forward, announcing the king's arrival. Baelon tunes everyone out, feeling odd, he ignores them in favor of watching the first battle.
House Lannister comes out on top, then House Baratheon, and so on, until it's Aemond, he faces one of the Eyrie. Baelon swallows harshly as Aemond guides his horse towards the stands where his family sits.
"Dear sister, may I have your favor?" Aemond asks, guiding his spear towards Helaena, she smiles and stands from her seat, grabbing one of her handkerchiefs, and gently draping it over the steel.
Aemond backs his horse and he meets Baelon's gaze, his eye fuelled with Targaryen fire. He was beautiful, pale, and mesmerizing against the unforgiving sun.
The horns are sounded, and it takes mere minutes for Aemond to take the pathetic lord down. Baelons heart pounded wildly in his chest, excited.
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"Are you regretting it?" A smooth voice whispers, Baelon turns to meet a victorious Aemond, who grins wildly. "What exactly do I have to regret?" Baelon asks
"In mere moments, you will have to face me, and I've brought every single one of my competitors down. You may have won yesterday, but that's because I wanted you to win. Let's hope you're just as lucky." Aemond purrs softly
Baelon takes in Aemond's face. "Would it be scandalous of me to ask for your favor then?" Baelon asks, a soft whisper just barely escaping. A look of surprise fills Aemond's face.
Baelon smiles softly, genuinely. "You looked beautiful, and maybe with your favor, I might have a chance of surviving your blade." Baelon admits with a soft laugh.
Asking for a favor from someone you value meant a great deal, Aemond asked Heleana because he genuinely cared for her. He couldn't understand where all this was coming from.
"Am I just foolish?" Baelon asks "Is that even a question." Aemond states quietly
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Baelon guides his horse to his end of the field, grabbing his helmet and guiding it over his head, his eyes focused on Aemond.
Reckon grabs his armored arm. "Baelon, look at me." Reckon orders
Baelon finally breaks the hold on Aemond's eye and he turns to Reckon. "I know you're so adamant on your plan, but please don't lose just to get his favor." Reckon states
Baelon smirks, "I promise." He whispers
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The crowd got louder as both princes grabbed their jousting sticks, both ready with their shields.
Aemond shifts on his horse, licking his lips. Eye sharp and ready.
Soon their horses are off, their hove's thundering the ground. Baelon lifts his jousting stick, aiming for Aemond's chest. As they get closer to one another, he feels his blood drain from his face and as Aemond's stick meets his chest, he falls.
Baelon goes stiff and his eyes roll back, ignoring the gasps.
"It was been foretold!"
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A/N
Lol, can you tell I didn't know how to write this chapter?
Annanananand, I am absolutely stupid!!!! I'm such a huge Game of Thrones fan and I f'edd up!!!!
Reckon was named after one of the characters, Theon! This whole time I thought was named Rickon! Okay, I know! How did I make such a big effen mistake?
Okay let me bring you to my thought process, our Reckon is from the Royce family and his twin sister is Rhea, and twins are usually named identical.
So I was thinking long and hard and I remembered Theon! But my dumbass mixed up the names. The only Rickon is John Snow's brother!
Whhyyyh am I such an idiot? I know it makes no sense! But I feel so dumb!!!
Also, I regret spelling it Reckon, I was trying to be different, but every time I'm reading it, it's awful!
