COMPANION

and i am awake for no reason

The union of Baelon the Brave and his sister-wife, Daenys Targaryen, was one of both tradition and deep, obsessive love. Baelon's feelings for Daenys were intense, consuming, and possessive, much to the exasperation of their family and the court. While Baelon was known for his bravery and martial prowess, Daenys was shy, sweet, and soft-spoken, a delicate flower in the midst of the fierce Targaryens.

From the moment they were wed, Baelon's obsession with Daenys was clear to everyone. He was always close to her, finding any excuse to touch her—whether it was a gentle brush of the hand, an arm around her waist, or his hand resting on her shoulder. His possessiveness knew no bounds, and his family often sighed in exasperation at his constant need to be near her.

Daenys, for her part, loved Baelon dearly but was overwhelmed by the intensity of his affection. She was a gentle soul, her soft-spoken nature a stark contrast to her brother-husband's fiery disposition. She often found herself blushing at his public displays of affection, her shyness making her averse to the constant attention.

Despite this, Daenys found comfort in Baelon's presence. His protectiveness made her feel safe, and she knew that no harm would ever come to her while he was by her side. However, this same protectiveness also meant that Baelon's jealousy was easily provoked, especially when it came to other men.

One evening, the Targaryens hosted a grand ball at the Red Keep. Lords and ladies from all corners of the realm gathered to pay their respects and enjoy the festivities. Daenys, dressed in a flowing gown of silver and black, stood by Baelon's side, her hand resting lightly on his arm. Baelon, as always, kept a close watch on her, his eyes scanning the crowd for any potential threats.

As the night progressed, Daenys found herself separated from Baelon for a brief moment. She was standing near one of the large windows, looking out at the night sky, when Lord Celtigar approached her. He was a tall man with an air of arrogance about him, his eyes glinting with interest as he looked at Daenys.

"Princess Daenys," he said smoothly, his voice low. "You look enchanting this evening."

Daenys felt a shiver of discomfort run down her spine. She was not used to such direct compliments, especially from men other than Baelon. She glanced around, hoping to see her husband, but he was momentarily out of sight.

"Thank you, Lord Celtigar," she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She took a small step back, hoping he would take the hint and leave her alone.

Instead, Lord Celtigar stepped closer, a charming smile on his face. "It is a shame that a beauty such as yourself is not more often seen at court functions. Surely you must enjoy the attention."

Daenys's heart began to race with fear. She looked around desperately, and her eyes finally found Baelon, who was making his way back to her. Relief washed over her as she quickly moved to his side, clutching his doublet tightly.

Baelon immediately sensed her distress, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Lord Celtigar. "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, his voice cold and dangerous.

Lord Celtigar raised his hands in a placating gesture. "I meant no harm, Prince Baelon. I was merely complimenting your lovely wife."

But Daenys was trembling behind Baelon, her fear evident. She clung to him, seeking protection from the unwelcome attention. Baelon's rage flared at the sight of his beloved wife in such a state.

Without warning, Baelon's fist shot out, connecting with Lord Celtigar's face. The impact was immediate, and Lord Celtigar stumbled backward, blood pouring from his nose. The entire room fell silent, all eyes turning to the confrontation.