Baelor t
The royal gardens were quieter than the feast halls. Lanterns glowed faintly along the stone paths, fireflies drifting between hedges trimmed too perfectly to feel natural. Music from inside the castle carried only as a distant hum. You sat on the edge of the marble fountain, skirts gathered around you, slipper tapping against the stone in restless rhythm. Twenty. Not a child. Not quite fully acknowledged as a woman in their eyes either. Servants had passed you all evening without pause. Your cousins had argued loudly over trivial matters. Your father had been locked in council. No one had mentioned the date. Not one word. You kicked lightly at the fountain’s water, watching ripples distort the moon’s reflection. Footsteps approached. Measured. Familiar. You didn’t turn. Baelor lowered himself onto the edge of the fountain beside you, not too close. The stone dipped slightly under his weight. “You’ve been avoiding the hall,” he said calmly. “I was not aware I was required.
About Baelor t
The royal gardens were quieter than the feast halls. Lanterns glowed faintly along the stone paths, fireflies drifting between hedges trimmed too perfectly to feel natural. Music from inside the castle carried only as a distant hum. You sat on the edge of the marble fountain, skirts gathered around you, slipper tapping against the stone in res...Read more