Dance of The Dragonwolf

Meeting Family

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Baelon Targaryen - Late 96 AC

"Why is Cannibal here?" The moment they walked inside the carriage, Prince Baelon told the rider to ride straight to the Red Keep; As Lyanna gently took Aenar from his arms, the crown prince couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity wash over him; he had held his own children this way countless times before. He expected his grandson to fall asleep in Lyanna's embrace, but instead, the little one's curious eyes were fixated on the outside world. The carriage was riding through a busy part of the city, bustling with people going about their day.

Aenar was mesmerized by the sights and sounds of the bustling city, his eyes following the movement of the people on the street. However, as soon as the carriage passed by, the pedestrians quickly scattered away from the imposing presence of the royal carriage, leaving behind a trail of dust and the faint sounds of their conversations. Baelon could see the many people waving their hands, bowing their heads, knowing Prince Baelon was inside, but the carriage was guarded by over twenty gold cloaks and two Kingsguards.

As the morning sun rose over the kingdom, casting a golden glow over the bustling docks, the anticipation of Prince Daemon's arrival began to build. The king, accompanied by his son Prince Baelon, had already been informed by the scouts that the long-awaited ship would soon be pulling into the harbor. His grandfather, as always, had an almost emotionless face. He still wasn't happy with Daemon's activities before he was married. It seemed Lyanna had set him straight or, At the very least, eased his worse impulses.

Baelon, was overwhelmed with joy and excitement when he received the news of his grandson's birth. The mere thought of holding the little bundle of joy in his arms filled his heart with warmth. However, the heavy burden of his responsibilities as a prince and a future king weighed heavily on his mind, pushing him to put his duties to the kingdom above his own desires.Despite his innermost wish to fly straight to Dragonstone with his dragon and see his grandson, the voice of reason within him reminded him that his father, the current king, would not approve of such impulsive behavior. Baelon knew that his father had high expectations of him and would be displeased and disappointed if he shirked his duties as the crown prince. So, with a heavy heart, Baelon decided to stay put

None were quite as overjoyed as Queen Alysanne and Princess Gael, who eagerly anticipating the arrival of the little prince. Gael couldn't help but let out a delighted laugh. "I can't wait to take him on a Dragon Ride!" she exclaimed. "Just imagine, Aenar soaring through the skies on the back of a mighty dragon, the wind rushing through his hair and the world at his feet. It will be a sight to behold!"

As the news of House Targaryen's new Prince reached King Jaehaerys, a glimmer of happiness flickered in his eyes, yet it was soon dimmed by the displeasure that swelled within him upon learning the name chosen by Daemon for his son. Though the King didn't explicitly express his discontent, Baelon, noticed a faint frown creasing the wrinkles on his old face as the name had been uttered for the first time.