Baelon II Velaryon is the son of Rhaenyra Targaryen. Just like his mother he was a strong willed dragon rider. Built for the clouds and forged for fire. He was meant for greatness. But the legacy of his family weighed heavily on his shoulders.
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The Black Queen
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Dragonstone
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Everyone was gathered down at the beach, with a small pyre built onto the sand. Rhaenyra and Daemon stood together as their daughter was wrapped up in a white blanket, with the princess dragon blowing fire down at the wooden pyre.
Rhaenyra was too distraught to bother with how she presented, her hair completely undone and a mess as it blew with the wind. She couldn't look away as the corpse burned.
Baelon stood beside his brothers, Joffrey gripping at his pants, pressing himself close. Baelon places a gentle hand on top of his head, a small comfort to the clueless boy.
Luke meets Jace gaze before looking back to his mother, her eyes now downcast.
Suddenly at the sound of metal moving, they all turn to see a knight in a white cloak make his way up the sandy mountain.
The guards surrounding them, pull out their swords, ready to defend the princess and her family.
Rhaenyra was the only one who didn't move from her place.
Daemon approaches the guard. Slowly the knight removes his helmet, revealing Ser Erryk. He lifts his chin proudly, his hair blowing softly with the wind.
The guards lower their swords.
Ser Erryk continues his approach, placing his helmet onto the ground as he kneels, reaching towards his satchel.
Rhaenyra finally turns, watching as the knight pulls out a crown. Her father's crown. It was beautiful and golden against the light.
Ser Erryk offers it, a serious look on his face. "I swear to ward the Queen..." Ser Erryk breaks the silence, cutting the tension. "with all my strength... and give my blood for hers."
Baelon watches his mother, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest, he feels Arianne at his side, holding his hand tight.
Daemon takes the crown, his eyes taking in the last piece of his brother. Viserys the peaceful.
"I shall take no wife...hold no lands...father no children. I shall guard her secrets...obey her commands...ride at her side, and defend her name and honor." Erryk finishes, waiting.
Daemon turns to his wife, slowly approaching her. Their eyes meet, as he gently rests the crown on top of her head. She looked beautiful, like a Queen.
