Baelon stood in her banquet hall, his gaze drifting around the festivites as he held a goblet of wine in his hand. It was his neice/nephew's name-day today, and they had put quite the event together in your honor.

Baelon's gaze drifted to his older brother, Aemon (and your father), a small grin on his face as he seen Aemon's proud expression. What father wasn't proud of their child when they made it to such an age. Baelon was well aware that Aemon thought of you, his child, as his pride and joy.

And Baelon couldn't blame Aemon, you were an intelligent child, a quick-learner and you were always so full of life. Truth be told, Baelon was proud of his neice/nephew aswell. They had a good head on their shoulders.

Baelon leaned back against the table, watching as his sons rushed off to interact with their cousin, a small chuckle escaping him.