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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The Black Queen
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Dragonstone.
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Luke stood alone in the training room, his hand placed delicately on the hard wall. His hair moved with the sea air. His eyes watched as the waves crashed against the salt land. His cheeks are flushed from the harsh winds, he had previously spent most of the morning on Arrax.
At the thought of his dragon, his eyes land on the gorgeous beast, who belches out fire, hitting Vermithor's face. The bigger dragon rumbles deeply, annoyed as he turns to the small dragon, playfully snapping his teeth.
Luke smiles, he loves the relationship his dragon has with his brothers.
"Mother has been looking for you." A voice states
Luke turns and he meets a pair of discolored eyes. He was always envious of his brother's looks, he wished every day to look like him growing up, even now. He didn't want to look like some soft pathetic child, at times he could barely stand to look at himself, seeing what everyone else saw, a bastard.
Baelon stands beside him, looking out the terrace, his eyes landing on their dragons. "The last few years have been difficult, fighting tirelessly for days on end, plus having to handle Vermithor and his attitude. He denies it, but he missed Arrax." Baelon states, a fond smile on his lips, he finally turns to his brother, meeting his warm gaze. "The moment we arrived home, he instantly went to Arrax." Baelon says, making Luke smile.
"I missed you too." Baelon whispers softly
Luke's eyes brighten, holding himself back, he missed when it was acceptable to hug his sibling. When he was a child, he didn't have to worry about looking foolish, because he was just a child and they didn't know better.
But now he was a man.
"What are you doing Luke, aren't you going to give your old brother a hug?" Baelon asks
Luke smiles and he lunges forward, hugging his brother. Baelon hums, leaning closer. "You must be wondering where your place in all of this is?" Baelon whispers "I'm heir to the throne, Jace too, Driftmark and you?" Baelon trails off, slowly pulling away so he can meet his younger brother's gaze.
"It must be terrifying, feeling all those eyes on you, expecting great things....I've asked Mother and she thinks it's a great idea, and so does Daemon. Which is a feat in itself, but I want to train you to be my Master of Law." Baelon states
Luke takes a deep shuttering breath, backing up. "What?" He asks, shaking his head. "And before you start doubting yourself, remember that you are excellent at High Valaryian, and your governesss have reported that you are doing exceptionally well in your education. And Luke, this won't be for years, I'm not going to be king just yet." Baelon says
Luke takes in his words. "And what of now? When mother is Queen and you're the prince of Dragonstone. What would I do?" Luke asks
Baelon smiles. "There are many things, as the last-born son, you don't hold much responsibility. You marry your bride, you complete your education and possibly you can become a knight before you ascend as my Master of Law." Baelon states
"Aren't knights not allowed to take a wife?" Luke asks, making Baelon laugh. "Knights are allowed to marry, they just need permission from the one ruling on the Iron Throne. And I believe you'll have their favor." Baelon teases
Luke takes in all his words. "I don't know if I'll be great at it." Luke admits "You will, especially with me at your side, I won't let you be anything but great." Baelon states, tilting his head down to look at him fully.
"Thank you." He whispers
Baelon smiles, placing a gentle hand on his brother's shoulder, "Of course, us brothers must stick together." He whispers
....
Years ago, a young Luke sobbed quietly as he lay on the cold forest ground, his knee pulled up to his chest. His face was flushed and covered with tears. His hair was a muddy mess, covered in dirt and moss.
Hearing his scream, Baelon quickly ran over, his dark hair pulled back and out of his face. The young boys have been playing in the forest, looking for a deer. Aemond and Baelon knew how to use a bow, not well but proficient enough. Aemond had dragged Baelon along to show off what little skill he had, and Luke went because he was in the phase where he followed after his older brother.
Baelon looks around, expecting to see Aemond around, at least to defend himself. "How?" Baelon asks, reaching over to tilt him in his direction. "I-I h-had accidentally tripped and scrapped my knee, but when I fell I-I accidentally grabbed his hair! H-He got mad and h-hit me." Luke sobs, covering his face.
Baelon sighs, finding no sign of damage other than the cut on his knee. Luke most likely got scared, but Aemond didn't hit him to hard. He was too scared to hurt Luke, he was the apple of Visery's eye.
"Come on Luke, I'll take you to the Maester." Baelon states, helping him onto his back. Baelon struggled the first few steps, the weight of his younger brother throwing him off, but he got used to it.
Slowly they made their way through the forest. Luke sniffled into Baelon's long hair. "Thank you." Luke whispers, calming down.
Baelon tilts his head to look at him over his shoulder. "Don't worry, us brothers must stick together." Baelon states
....
"My princes, Princess Rhaenys has arrived, your mother is expecting you."
