Castles Crumbling / Helaena Targaryen/ Taelon Targaryen

4. Burn

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"Another outstanding round for the prince Taelon!" The master of revels declared.

"My good luck charm." Taelon assured smiling up at calla. Taelon wouldnt be competing for another few rounds so he decided to join his wife up in the viewing booth. She tensed when his hands wrapped around her. "Just me." He purred and she relaxed into him. She rose up and he stole her spot pulling her back down to him. Alicent watched the way she nuzzled into taelon how calla kissed his neck and along his jaw the way his eyes fluttered closed at her delicate touch.

'Sword!' Daemon demanded. Taelon hadnt been paying any attention as daemon faced off against house cole.

'Prince Daemon Targaryen wishes to continue in a contest of arms!' Master of revels declared as they started a hand to hand, sword to sword duel.

"Where did viserys go?" Taelon questioned looking around

"I think the maester came for the king." Alicent answered.

"Ah the babe." Taelon gave a small hopeful smile. This one had to live.  Calla held onto his arms keeping him hostage with her as daemon fought pompously before them.

"Cole has skill." Taelon noted. "Or daemon is getting old."

'Yield. Yield.' Daemon said calmly, he was on his back, cristons sword pointed down at him but Daemon just chuckled.
'Gods. He's Dornish.'

"Wow." Calla whispered "i have never known your brother to lose."

"Hes going to be a prick about it." Taelon assured. "Hes a sore loser."

'I was hoping to ask for the Princess's favor.' Criston said coming up to the viewing box, Rhaenyra smiled down at him.

'I wish you luck, Ser Criston.' Rhaenyra said dropping her favor down

"Charming." Calla added. Taelon hugged her tighter.

"Dead man taking down daemon." Taelon half teased in her ear.

'Congratulations, Your Grace. You have a son.' Mellos said as the baby was delivered. The baby started to cry.

'It's a boy?' Viserys said happily but he looked to aemmas pale bleeding body and felt remorse like no other.

'A new heir, Your Grace.' Mellos confirmed 'Had you and the Queen chosen a name?'

'Baelon.' Viserys said happily but the baby stopped crying and it was all for nothing.

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Taelon didnt have any words. He knew half of this feeling all to well but the thought of losing his wife. His perfect Calla broke him to even think about.

So as they stood silently the wind whipped around them and the waves crashed against the shores taelon held calla like this was his last day with her as well. Rhaenyra stared at her mother and brother. Dead. Waiting to be burned. Taelon could never burn his calla. When she died he wanted to die too. She was his everything. A sob filled his muscled chest and calla turned in his arms.

His hand moved to her stomach and he shook his head. She kissed him gently.

'They're waiting for you.' Daemon remarked bored. He was viserys heir this was a good day why was everyone sad? They had his coronation to start preparing.

Rhaenyra began to say the word and Syrax gave a low growl from the top of the hill but she couldnt do it. This was traumatic enough as it was without having to be the one to burn them. Rhaenyra put an arm on her father easing him back as she spoke louder, her voice breaking as she spoke.