Prince Baelor was only a boy of five-and-ten, and yet he had proved to be a near-perfect future King, to the point where he was often found shadowing his father, King Daeron II Targaryen, which allowed him to meet a great many of fascinating Lords and Ladies.

The most fascinating person the Prince had ever seen was a young man of House Baratheon. It was clearly the Baratheon boys first day entertaining the idea of attending the Royal Court. And Prince Baelor, ever the astute boy, instantly took notice of the Baratheon's nervousness.

But, with Baelor's astuteness, also came the knowledge of a sudden connection locking into place between him and the Baratheon, and they hadn't even talked to eachother yet. But Baelor already wanted to be closer to the other boy. Despite the fact that the Baratheon boy was rather intimidating.

Baelor carefully made his way towards the young Baratheon, maneuvering his way through the crowds of Lords and Ladies. Baelor felt his own nervousness flutter fill his chest, towards the prospect of finally talking to the Baratheon boy aswell as a nervousness regarding how intimidating he was.

Baelor stopped infront of the Baratheon, his eyes holding an innocent curiousity ro them as he stared the other boy in the eyes. Baelor wondered if the boy was cruel underneath that nervous exterior, but he doubted it, considering how the other boy shyed away from him.

"Hello."

Baelor said, his voice gentle and soft, and his hands clasped behind his back. Baelor's dark eyes looked the Baratheon up and down observantly and curiously, studying the boy who's presence made him feel strange. In a good way.