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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A pale arm was draped protectively over a bare chest. Fingers digging harshly into exposed skin.
Aemond began nosing his way down Baelon's neck, peppering it with marks, his eye hooded and filled with desire.
Baelon chuckles. "Aren't you tired?" Baelon asks, lips parted breathless.
"Of you, never." Aemond breathes softly, looking back up, his eye meeting Baelons.
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Baelon stared down at the painted table, listening as the lords bicker. He looks up to meet Reckon's gaze as he returns to the room. By the look on his face, he had news. "Reckon, what is the status of the Stepstones?" Baelon asks
Before he can speak, the doors are forced open. First, a guard steps forward, standing to attention as he speaks. "The Lord of the Tides!" He announces, cutting off all arguments from within the room. "Lord Corlys Velaryon... and his wife, the Princess Rhaenys Targaryen." He continues
Baelon straightens up, eyes widening.
Everyone was silent as they watched the lord of the tides make his way down the steps and towards the painted table. "My lords." Corlys says
"Lord Corlys." Rhaenyra breathes, standing from her seat. "It brings much relief to see you hale and healthy again." Rhaenyra says
Corlys offers her a small nod of gratitude. "I'm very sorry about your father, Princess. He was a good man." Corlys says, Rhaenyra feels something lodge up in her throat, and she clears her throat, nodding.
Baela shifts beside Luke, meeting his gaze with a small comforting smile of her own. Luke blushes, returning the smile.
"Where is Daemon?" Corlys asks, peering over the room. "There were other concerns which demanded the Prince's attention." Rhaenyra answers
Corlys hums. "Your declared allies?" Corlys asks, making his way around the large table. "Yes." Rhaenyra states, watching as he peered down at the table.
"Too few to win a war for the throne." Corlys says
"Well, we would also hope to have the support of Houses Arryn, Baratheon, and Stark." Rhaenyra says
"Hope..." Corlys scoffs "....is the fool's ally." Corlys continues
Rhaenyra takes a deep breath. "Both Arryn and Baratheon share blood with my house. But all of them swore oaths to me." Rhaenyra says
