Dance of The Dragonwolf

The Brave Prince

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In a whimsical twist of language, it appears as if the Spring Prince dances through life with a sprightly bounce in his every step. Baelon, known for his vivacity long before he and Alyssa exchanged vows, remains etched in her memories as a vibrant presence. She can still vividly recall her youthful years when she would cling to his legs, mesmerized by his ceaseless restlessness. Often brandishing a wooden sword, his countenance would radiate with an effortless smile. Their mother would jest that his liveliness was apparent even in the womb, mirroring the spirited nature of their younger son, Daemon. However, as the years of their union unfolded, Alyssa couldn't help but notice an additional surge of merriment that accompanied the arrival of each new pregnancy, infusing their lives with an extra dose of joyousness.

With his dark purple eyes gleaming brighter than ever and his grins growing wider, it was as if the joy within him intensified. But it was only when their babe finally arrived into the world that his happiness appeared to surpass all previous bounds.

Yet, despite this overwhelming bliss, it did not mean that Baelon's worries ceased to exist; on the contrary, they seemed to consume him. As Alyssa observed, in her honest opinion, Baelon fretted far too much. From the moment she first conceived, he became her constant shadow, never straying more than a few steps away. His body and expression were a delicate blend of tenderness and concern as if he feared something might harm their unborn child. Even after the birth, Baelon's unease persisted. He remained hesitant to share their intimate moments, reluctant to lay with her even seven moons after she had given life to their precious Viserys. It was a testament to his enduring love and protectiveness, though it sometimes left Alyssa yearning for the closeness they had once shared.

In spite of any initial worries, Alyssa finds solace in the presence of her two vibrant and robust children, whose innate ability to soar through the skies effortlessly only weeks after their birth has alleviated her unfounded anxieties. As the eagerly anticipated arrival of their third child approaches, a serene and tranquil aura envelops her, akin to the calm and unhurried waters of the majestic Mander River.

Her heart skips a beat as she catches sight of her beloved husband making his way toward her, his every step resonating with an infectious sense of elation. Clad in his attire befitting a dragon rider, he emanates an aura of power and strength. A loose black undershirt, complemented by a fur-lined overtunic designed to ward off the cold winter winds, is paired with black leather pants that seamlessly blend into his grey boots. Adorned with minimal embellishments, his appearance is strikingly simple yet captivating. Baelon, even in his most unassuming attire, possesses an ethereal quality, resembling a deity in human form. His deep purple eyes sparkle with an intensity that rivals the brilliance of his radiant smile while his silver locks cascade down his back, carefully tied into a tail. With each purposeful stride, his anticipation grows, mirroring the quickening pace of Alyssa's heartbeat as he draws nearer to her.