『 : ̗̀➛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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Even after the sounds of screams and destruction faded into the distance, Daenerys kept her eyes closed, not wanting to face the aftermath. She focused on the feeling of safety in the arms that held them, hoping that they had finally found refuge.
"Princess?" asked a voice, but she couldn't bring herself to respond. Her eyes were empty as she stared into the distance. The voice called again; this time she heard it but decided to ignore it.
"Muña?" The sound of her son's frail voice made her snap out of her daze. She turned her head towards Baelor, who was still gripping her hand.
Everything came running back, the screams, the pain, the panic. She shook her head quickly and regained her composure. Looking into Baelor's eyes, she forced a small smile and looked back up at their saviour.
A knight, his armour glistening in the candlelight, stood beside Baelor. His expression was stern yet compassionate as he extended a hand to help her up. She hesitated for a moment, then took his hand and allowed him to pull her to her feet.
"Princess, are you alright?" The guard's voice was filled with concern as he helped her up.
She nodded, still feeling a bit shaken but grateful for his presence. "I'll be fine," she replied, her voice wavering slightly. "Thank you, Ser...?"
"Harrold Westerling, at your service, ma'am," The knight replied with a slight bow. "It is my duty to ensure your safety, Princess. Please, let me escort you back to your chambers."
"No, I must see the King."
"But princess-"
"Take Baelor to his bedchambers. Make sure that a maester sees to his wounds," she instructed firmly. "I will not rest until I have spoken with thr King."
"Yes, princess," Ser Harrold bowed and picked up Baelor, who whimpered.
"No, mother! I want go with you!" he called out.
Daenerys sighed and brushed a strand of his hair away from his face. "I will see you very soon, my dear. Rest until then."
"But you are hurt," he said. Daenerys smiled softly at her son. "I will be fine, Baelor. The maester will take care of me too. Now go, I will come to tuck you in."
Baelor reluctantly nodded and allowed Ser Harrold to carry him away. As they disappeared down the corridor, Daenerys turned and to walk towards the council room, where she knew Viserys would be. She gripped her side as she did so, feeling a sharp pang of pain. She knew she couldn't let her injury slow her down; she had to talk to Viserys before it was too late.
Finally, Daenerys reached the council room and found the doors closed. She took a deep breath, pushing them open. As she entered, the room fell silent and all eyes turned towards her. Viserys, seated at the head of the table, looked up with a mix of surprise and concern.
