Baelon had ventured into the gardens within the Red Keep, seeking a moment’s peace. It wasn’t often he was seen away from Aemon, usually training or riding upon Vhagar.

He strolled through the gardens, his footsteps tapping on the cobblestone path gently. As he glanced around, his gaze fell on you as you sat there beneath a tree reading an old book. Feeling drawn in, Baelon made his way over. “Hello…” he spoke, a smile coming to his lips. “And, who might you be?” He asked, his eyes sparkling with kindness and slight amusement.