ETHEREAL | ❝How horrible to be born to such a self-destructive world, always underestimating the power of a Targaryen woman.❞
⤷ In which Daenys Targaryen was born to suffer the curse of the House Targaryen, a curse that her very own name sake had to...
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✦✧ PART THREE ✧✦
⤷ TWENTY SIX; the beautiful eye ⤶
THE IMPORTANCE OF PARENTAGE to a royal child was everything, it could damn you or hold you up for the rest of your life. Looking at his siblings, the Prince Baelon Targaryen knew that his was not the same as theirs.
From the dark brown hair to his dark brown eyes, his skin a shade far different than his parents and siblings. Baelon knew at the ripe age of five when he began remembering a man his mother flew to see every so often.
His name Ser Criston and he was his birth father. He had known from a young age that his father did not want to leave his side, but he had no choice. He was a guard and his mother a princess, that was an immediate death.
Looking over the gloomy faces, his own emotionless. Not completely unsympathetic but he did not know the woman who his mother spoke so fondly of. All he could do was stare at the woman across from his family.
Her hair a similar shade to his mothers. How her arms wrapped tightly, protectively around two young dark haired boys. Silently glaring at the woman who gave him up, only for her to continue with her behaviour.
Feeling the light squeeze on his shoulder as his mother gently urged him with her, holding her hand delicately as he smiled with a worried expression. How he hated his mothers sad eyes.
"I expect that you will lead your siblings, my dear." His mother spoke softly to him. Nodding his head as she kissed him softly before gesturing the rest to follow him.
━━━ THOUGH he had not been acquainted with any Velaryon before, his mothers pride in his capability to introduce himself was what kept him afloat.
Clearing his throat with a solemn expression as he stared up at the two in front of him. "I give mine and my siblings deepest apologies, My Lord. Princess. My mother spoke only fondly of the Lady Laena, I am sorry for your loss." His voice softly echoing their ears as they looked down at the boy.
"Thank you..." Realising quickly that he had yet to introduce himself. "Prince Baelon Targaryen, my lord."
Gesturing to his siblings, his eyes lighting up at their expressions. "This is Jaehaerys, Rhaegar, and Aemma." The two in front of him froze at the names before offering small smiles. Clear that these children were the lovely Daenys and Arturus'.
"A pleasure to meet you, my prince, considering the horrid circumstances." Lord Coryls Velaryon spoke, his voice deep. Trying to musk the sadness in it.
"Nice to meet you too, Ser." The delicate voice of Aemma Targaryen made his heart ache slightly. Her violet eyes staring up at him with a small smile on her lips. "A pleasure Princess."
