『 : ̗̀➛Two parts of a whole, destined to find their second half, and when the sun finally sets on them, the last ember of hope glows in their eyes. ☄. *. ⋆ 』
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Late at night, Daenerys sat in the nursery. All of her children were already asleep. Baelor and Visenya had separate beds, while little Alyssa and Maekar, the newest additions to the family, still shared a cradle.
As she watched them peacefully slumber, a mix of pride and worry filled Daenerys' heart. She knew that, as their mother, she had a responsibility to protect them from the harsh realities of their world and she was planning to do just that. Yet, she couldn't help but worry, she was young and unexperienced — what if she failed?
"Muña?" called a frail voice. (Mama)
Daenerys turned toward the crib. Maekar had woken and sat up, rubbing his eyes with tiny fists. Daenerys smiled and walked over to pick him up, cradling him in her arms. "Yes, baby?" she whispered tenderly.
"Am scaled..." (I am scared.)
"Scared? What could you possibly be scared of, my sweet boy?" Daenerys asked, her voice filled with concern. She gently rocked Maekar back and forth, trying to soothe his fears.
"Dunno," he whispered and yawned. (I don't know.)
Daenerys kissed Maekar's forehead and continued to sway him gently. "That's alright, my love. Sometimes we feel scared for no reason at all. But you needn't be. I will always keep you safe," she reassured him, her voice soft and comforting. Maekar nestled closer to her, feeling the warmth of her embrace, and soon drifted back to sleep. She kissed his head again before carefully laying him back down next to his twin sister.
Maekar was unlike his older brother. He cried less and was an overall angelic baby. His calm demeanour and peaceful nature made him a joy to be around. Even as a baby, Maekar had a sense of serenity that seemed to radiate from him.
Alyssa, his twin sister, was different in this regard; she cried much more, but not to demand things or attention. Alyssa's cries seemed to come from a place of discomfort or unease, she was much more cautious yet no less sweet. A frail little girl, but a beauty from the day she was born.
Visenya was the complete opposite. She took a great deal after her father. The little girl demanded attention all the time and could scream for hours if things didn't go her way. She paid no mind to the ladylike expectations placed on her and was unapologetically boisterous. Somehow her dress always got dirty and her hair tangled in the midst of her mischievous adventures. Despite her wild nature, Visenya possessed a charm that was impossible to resist, leaving a lasting impression on everyone she encountered.
Baelor, too, grew. He was now a handsome young boy. At the age of five, he could master High Valyrian perfectly and recite ancient Targaryen history with astonishing accuracy. But in truth, he disdained reading and preferred to spend his time outdoors, exploring the vast gardens and training with his sword. Baelor's fiery spirit matched his sister's in intensity, but while Visenya embraced her wildness, Baelor sought solace in the quiet serenity of nature. His gentle demeanour and natural grace made him a beloved figure among the people of Westeros, who admired his humility and kind heart, especially young princess Rhaenyra, who seemed to be glued to him whenever they were together.
