ASOIAF ~ FemPov ~ bedrest ※

Cw: reference to injury.

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During the Ashford Tourney, a fight between Ser Duncan the Tall and your nephew prince Aerion occurred, after he broke a puppeteer's fingers for "treason". while Ser Duncan claimed to have been doing his duties as a knight, protecting the weak, prince Aerion called for the Trial of the Seven to clear his own name, and much to your dismay, your husband Baelon, he not only sided with Ser Duncan, but received a blow to the head from your good-brother Maekar. All for a Hedge Knight's foot and a wooden dragon.

Perhaps even Baelor understood his own foolishness, now back in the Red Keep and confined to strict bedrest by the Grand Maester, with you, his dearest lady love, taking care of him. It would've been a lovely time for Baelor, getting to spend his days with you in his chambers in peace and quiet, no grueling duties to attend to for at least a short time, if it weren't for the fact that you've dubbed him Baelor Breakskull.

Baelor snored lightly in his sleep, his head perched up on your lap as you sat on his bed as you read, dark curls of hair peeking out from the bandaged area. He was much like a cat, you thought, a clingy mess, insisting it be you who cares for him in these trying times, though you suspect it's merely a ploy to get all the affection Baelor could before his duties as Hand of the King caught up to him.

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