Baelor sat infront of the fire, the flames illuminating his skin. Baelor exhaled and leaned back in his seat, rubbing his face tiredly. He should be asleep by now, but something was keeping him up.

Baelor heard the door to the room open but he did not look over. He assumed it was a servant. Though he soon jolted upwards as he heard a familiar voice saying 'father'. Baelor's head whipped around, his eyes wide.

It was his daughter. His only daughter. He hadn't seen her in a long time, not since she was wedded. Baelor had tried to visit, but he was often told that he couldn't visit per letters from his daughter and her husband.

Baelor had believed he had done something wrong as she didn't visit him either. But here she stood, walking closer and closer to him as he stared like a deer in the headlights as if he couldn't believe she was there.

And then, she was directly infront of him, smiling at him as she placed a bundle in his arms. Baelor glanced down at the bundle, his eyes widening further. A baby? His daughter had a baby? He was a grandfather?

"I-... you were pregnant? I didn't get a letter informing me of that..."

Baelor questioned, his mind reeling. It was all so sudden, he didn't even know what to say. But he felt joy welling up in his chest as he held his grandchild close.