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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Dragonstone
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Baelon stands alone in his chambers on Dragonstone as he blankly stares off at sea, waiting for Reckon to arrive.
"You look cozy." Reckon says as he enters the prince's room. He threw his sword on one of the armchairs, getting comfortable. Baelon finally turns, a letter in his hand, crumpled up and destroyed.
Reckon pauses in his steps, his eyes analyzing the seal.
"Is that the Hightower seal?" Reckon asks, pointing towards his hand, Baelon looks down, humming, "yes." Baelon states, loosening his hold on the letter while looking back up. "Which one of them is it from?" Reckon asks, worried for his prince.
"Aegon." Baelon mumbles
Reckon's face is plastered in shock. Aegon was the last person he had expected to send a letter.
Baelon finally turns away and he tosses the letter into the burning furnace, watching as the fire turns what was left of it into ash.
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My dear prince, oh how I miss dearly those perfect lips of yours. Every night I wish to have them wrapped around my cock. I've told Aemond of our lovely adventures, of my dreams. He seemed to envy us, he grew angry, almost scary-like. I worry about him, but most of all, I worry about you. Ever since my lovely wife has had that incident, you've pulled away, and now you're gone. I miss you Baelon.
Don't you miss me?
Your Paramour,
Aegon
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He felt his insides curl in disgust when he read the letter. But most of all he worried about Aemond. Aegon could've told him all sorts of lies. Aemond already believes the worst of them and he certainly didn't help with the situation.
Baelon sighed, closing his eyes, they left in a good place.
"What did the letter say?" Reckon asks, worried. "Nothing that matters now." Baelon says, reopening his eyes. "What is the status of the Hightowers?" Baelon asks
"It's been two days Baelon, there's been nothing." Reckon states
Baelon knew he was paranoid, but all this planning couldn't be for nothing. He can't lose his family, not even to Aemond. "Even so, keep an eye out, especially for Otto, he's always been a traitorous cunt." Baelon sneers, he needs to send a letter.
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Aemond watched as a bird landed on his open window, he sat at his desk, his eyepatch placed to the side. In front of him was a gorgeous purple stone, the color of Baelon's eye.
Aemond stands and he unties the letter from the bird's leg.
Behind him, his room was a mess, destroyed by his anger and pain. His father was dead, and his mother and the council kept him out of the meeting. And Aegon was missing. Everything was a mess.
But all he can think about is Baelon.
Baelon who had said I love you, who fucked his brother, even when he said he didn't.
He doesn't know who to trust, the man he loves, or his alcoholic brother who loves to fuck.
Aemond,
I don't know when this may come to you, or if it ever does, I'm sitting here now, contemplating whether or not to send this. To even continue this letter. We've been through hell together, from when we were children until now.
I didn't care much for the Hightower lot, only for you and Helaena. Helaena, who is kind and understanding, who forgave me for everything, no matter how much it hurt her. She let me love you and still loves me despite it.
And for you, the man who tormented me and my brothers, I should hate you. You took many things from us. And during the time I had lost people I value the most in this life, you acted as a foe. But despite my hatred and self-loathing, I love you, more than I can possibly love someone.
I did intend to hurt you, I wanted you to feel the pain I felt growing up in this horrible castle. I pursued Helaena to torment your family, to show you how it felt to be called a bastard. You can't possibly imagine all those nights when even I questioned it.
But I don't want to hurt you anymore. So please believe me when I say, I've never slept with Aegon, I only wanted to make you jealous. Never vengeful and hurt.
You must be wondering what the purpose of this letter is. Why I'm insulting you so....I'm not doing it to hurt you, that I can promise. I'm writing to you so I can be honest, and to promise to you, that you're the only one I want, not Aegon or Helaena.
Please don't hate me for protecting those I love, but please understand....that I will do anything to ensure my mother's crown, you would very much do the same.
Yours,
Baelon
Aemond felt his chest grow tight. "Fuck." He curses, anger simmering in his veins. He did understand, more than anything. He was angry at Baelon, but even more so, he was angry that he was about to betray the man he loved.
He knew what his mother and grandfather planned, it's why they were hunting for Aegon, and it's why he was getting ready.
He grabs the stone, admiring it, before reaching up and painfully placing it into the empty eye socket, his skin reddening but not breaking.
Aemond stands and grabs the letter once again, making his way toward his furnace, throwing the letter in, and watching as it burns. He couldn't risk those words being seen by anyone other than himself, words that are forever engraved in his mind.
