The soft afternoon light streamed through the tall windows of the manor, illuminating the small library where you and Baelor were sitting. He was leafing through an old book, his eyes attentive, but every now and then his gaze would drift to you, as if searching for something beyond the words.

You smiled, feeling the peace of that rare moment away from the responsibilities of the Targaryen family.

"Would you like me to read to you?" you asked, reaching for the book.

Baelor closed the volume with a quiet sigh and nodded. "I would like that. Your voice always brings calm."

As you read, he leaned back in his chair, relaxing his body tense from the pressures of court. It was rare to see him like this, open and serene.