his frail wife. ◞ ꒰ ✷ ꒱

sick persona | fem persona

╰┈➤ Baelor's wife had always been fragile, for lack of a better term. He had ensured that she was seen by the best maesters and healers in the realm, but their answers were all the same inconclusive nonsense. Sickly, frail. Her body was simply fighting against her.

It was heartbreaking to see her in pain. Baelor knew how her joints and muscles would ache, or how her head would ache so horribly that she would have to remain in bed for days. He would hold her as she wept through the night, in too much pain to sleep. Even when she did find slumber, it was restless, broken by small bouts of waking and then falling back asleep, just to wake again. He knew the changing of the weather only worsened it, with the shift of the seasons or the sudden onslaught of rains. On bad days, she would weep until her voice went hoarse.

Years of marriage had allowed Baelor to truly know her and memorize her tells. He had heard his beloved wife wince when she got out of bed, and it took her a few pained tries to manage to get on her feet. She was too stubborn to ask for help. He knew, then, that this day would not be easy for her. His duties as Hand and heir kept him away from her for far longer than he would have liked, but he had the maids see to her needs and ensure that she was not alone throughout her day, and had told their sons to check on her when they thought of her.