[ Modern Baelor Targaryen x fem!reader]
Summary : An old missing manuscript and an unexpected encounter.
Author's note: Hi everyone! I'm a bit nervous, this is the first time I'm posting something here. Please be kind with me, English isnβt my first languageβ¦ so please forgive any mistakes. Iβve really done my best to give you something enjoyable to read! I just had to write something about my current obsessionβ¦ our dear Baelor Targaryen, hmm, or should I say the modern Baelor? π
+ Iβm literally discovering how Tumblr works. So thatβs why this post is not perfectβ¦
She had always thought that the local library would be full during the holidays. But she was there, all alone between two large shelves filled with ancient literature. It was her favorite part of the building. Few people would find themselves here, many have lost interest in this type of literature lately. Although she knows everything about this art form and its genres, she always ends up holding some old manuscripts in her delicate hands. Even if she sneezed a lot because of the dust.
The young woman has been here for a few months, relishing the atmosphere of this unique place. Young adults her age would probably enjoy their vacation right now anywhere but in the old library. She still preferred to enjoy her own company. After all, she didnβt really have a choice, since she hadnβt managed to make any friends since she had moved here. The only people she socialized with were the few professors who were part of her research lab, and thatβs it. In other words, she preferred to speak with the elderly who had already established lives, a real home, children, pets... But she just feels like being an extra and not belonging anywhere.
She didn't really fit in with her own family to begin with, so from that point on, it was going to be hard for her to find her place anywhere. Especially after earning her latest degree, her thesis directors decided to send her to Kingβs Landing, believing that she would have more opportunities there. Next to her thesis, she decided to write some articles in the same field for a scholarly literary journal. She does this on a volunteer basis alongside her extensive research work. That might help her secure a position as a doctoral professor at a university. Despite her enthusiasm, she was still a long way from achieving it.
Β This library stood in this town for several centuries. Despite wars, revolutions and invaders, this magnificent building has stood proudly in the heart of the city ever since. The young woman really loved this place and its atmosphere. She has been going there ever since she moved here. She is now settled in a small corner, where she is working on an article for her literary magazine. After graduating with a degree in Westeros literature, she decided to pursue a career in research. Her parents werenβt happy about this, saying that she was wasting her time working on something that didnβt interest anyone. Many people think that literature is a useless field of study, but the young aspiring researcher could debate the subject for hours.
She has always loved reading, for her, it was a way to escape the terrible reality around her. It was also a way to forget that her peers werenβt interested in her. From a young age, she attended various book clubs in her hometown, which were made up of older people. And after moving to Kingβs Landing, she met Rosaline, the librarian who became her friend after she had visited the library several times and by participating in clubs organized by her. Although she was an old woman, her youthful spirit belied her advanced age. She was very intelligent, and the young woman enjoyed talking to her, even when her memory failed her. After they first met, they started to develop their little routines. They shared a cup of tea just before the building closed. They did this to celebrate a successful day. In reality, it was a way for them to take their mind off the fact that neither of them had anyone waiting for them at home.
Thatβs why she enjoyed this place so much. She could sense the presence of others even when she was sitting alone at her table. Whenever she allowed herself a break, the young woman would wander among the buildingβs many shelves with her cup of tea. She kept an eye out for the latest literary releases, but always took the time to admire the old manuscripts, too. To her, these books were true works of art, and she loved admiring the manual work involved in binding the pages, as well as their ornamentation.
Ever since she started working on her article here, she had quickly become familiar with the regular readers. Strangely, seeing the same faces reassured her, and among them was a certain man. Initially, she didnβt pay much attention to him, but during her breaks, she was immediately struck by the aura he gave off. She was surprised to see him in the old Westeros literature section, where she had previously always been alone. This man, who must have been approaching forty, was always smartly dressed and left a strong scent of cologne in his wake. It caused her headaches.
Sometimes, they found themselves just a few steps apart. But they didnβt exchange a word, savoring the silence the place offered them. This situation was more than enough for her, as she wouldnβt have dared to speak to him anyway. Then, the grey-haired man began to linger his gaze on the young woman more and more, recognizing that familiar face among the others. She couldnβt bear his gaze, though, from what she had seen of him, she could have sworn he had different colored eyes. However, she was too embarrassed and shy to look at him closely. Besides his more than attractive appearance, she would have sworn to have seen him somewhere before, but it was impossible to get ahold of it. But she wasnβt paying more attention since she already had more important things to do.
This man had a unique quality about him, he commanded respect wherever he went. Despite his tough exterior, he was not afraid to show his gentle side. While she was looking at the books on the same shelf as him, his hands were the only thing she had really noticed.
His hands were the only thing she dared to look at for more than five seconds. He wore several rings that must have featured family crests, but her eyesight wasnβt good enough to figure them out.
For the past three weeks, every day has been the same as this one. She spent her time rereading her analyses and the pages she had written, verifying the accuracy of her literary analysis. She needed to feel confident about her work before moving on to the next step, which would determine the quality of her article.
With great enthusiasm, she rose from her chair to fetch the last manuscript she needed for her analysis. Her clothes swayed gently with each step she took. Once she reached the display case, she scanned all the books with her gaze. Her heart began to beat faster and faster as she couldnβt find the one she absolutely needed.
βWhere the fuck is it?β She mutters to herself, as she carefully scans the shelves for the fifth time.Β
Panicking, she decided to find Rosaline, who was working at the reception desk in that wing of the library. Her heels tapped nervously on the floor as she walked. As soon as she saw her old friend come into view, she called out, βRosaline!β. The few readers who happened to be there shot her murderous glances, wanting to enjoy the peace and quiet of the place. βYeah, yeah, sorryβ¦β she apologized, before practically throwing herself onto the counter facing Rosaline.
βRosaline, I really need to know where the third volume of The sound of Westeros is. It was on the shelf the other dayβ¦ I have to use it for my article, do you remember?β She said trying to catch her breath.Β
βOh sweetheart, Iβm so sorryβ¦ A university teacher came this morning and took it.β Rosaline responded, trying to hide her embarrassment.Β
βIt was a Lannisterβ¦ You know them, I couldnβt say anything. Tony was in charge of the return, and he allowed him to take it to his place. He said he had a work for a class.βΒ
βBut what about my article? Iβm supposed to finish it this week.β The young girl said in complete disbelief, βI know sweetheart, but Iβm sure that you will finish it somehow. What about the manuscript we studied last time?β The young woman shook her head, trying to think of every possible solution.
βI can try to find a similar copy in another library, but it wonβt arrive until next week.β Rosaline added, before turning her attention back to her computer. Meanwhile, the young woman watched her dreams of making a name for herself in the literary world disappear.
The young woman thanked Rosaline, then turned back, feeling desperate and trying to hold back the tears welling in her eyes. She preferred to cry alone in her bed tonight, anyway.
Her confidence in her work faded. Returning to her desk, she realized that she was losing the little funding she had and would soon be kicked out of her laboratory. This article was supposed to prove that she was worthy as a literary scholar and as a teacher somehow. The worst part was that she was going to prove her parents right, they had always wanted her to pursue a more promising career, believing that there was no future for her in the humanities.
When the young woman arrived at her desk and saw that all her work was scattered everywhere, she let out an exasperated sigh. Desperate, she leaned against a bookshelf before gently sinking to the floor. Honestly, she felt like crying or finding a way to relieve the pressure weighing on her shoulders.
βI didnβt know the floor was that comfortable.β A sudden voice interrupted her lament. If sheβd had more energy, she would certainly have opened her eyes, but the young woman didnβt have time to worry about this unexpected visitor.Β
βYou should try it, itβs very relaxing.β The young girl had intended her response to be more friendly, but it came out more aggressively than she had wanted. She just wanted to feel sorry for herself in private.
After her curt reply, she had expected the man to leave. However, she was surprised to feel him sit down next to her. Intrigued, she was about to look up when she was hit by a wave of scent.
She would recognize that scent anywhere. To her surprise, she finally decided to look at the person she was talking to. To really look at him, for the first time in weeks. She could feel her heart racing, she wasnβt sure whether it was from stress or excitement.Β
βThe view is lovely. Iβve never seen the library from this angle before.β In reality, he had been looking at her all along, but she had only just decided to look back at him.
She had to force herself to answer him, otherwise she would die of embarrassment right there and then.
βYe-Yeah, hum, you can see the different styles of stonework from over the centuries. Artisans from the Seven Kingdoms came to help build this arch.β She pointed to the various stone arches, in fact she was trying to come up with something to talk about to avoid feeling even more awkward. βItβs beautiful. You can see the differences between the seven of them. Β Unless you already knew that, of courseβ¦βΒ
She could feel her cheeks reddening with embarrassment.
βIβm Baelor Targaryen.β He said, holding out his hand to help her up. She could hear him snickering as he got back up.
Thatβs why she already felt like she had seen him somewhere. He is a Targaryen, one of the most powerful families in the kingdom. It had been a long time since she had seen a photo of him on the internet, thatβs why she hadnβt recognized him.
She froze, then slipped her hand into his. She could feel the coolness of his ring on the heat of her skin. The brunette took the opportunity to introduce herself as well before pulling her hand away from his. She smiled at him awkwardly, breaking eye contact with him at the same time. She pretended to brush some dust off her suit.Β
βThe poetic of violence?β He asks intriguingly while reading some papers on her office. βIβm currently working on an article for a scientist review, about the importance of royal discourse in literature and their impacts on the political life in Westeros. But this is not really serious.βΒ
βIt must be,β he said, βOtherwise you wouldn't have been on the floor seconds agoβ. He said, smiling. βYes, itβs serious. Iβm a doctoral student specializing in literature, and Iβm currently working on my thesis. I also write articles, but this one...β She cut herself off, looking at her notes, her computer and the mess that represented a large part of her knowledge. βThis one is supposed to help me get known in the community.β
βItβs very interestingβ, said Baelor in a sincere tone. Reading the young girlβs few notes again and again. In another life she would have accepted the compliment, but she couldnβt trust him.Β
βThatβs very nice, thank you, but I will not be friendly with you.β She said, feeling her blood boiling. The young woman dared to look at him for a few seconds, seeing Baelorβs bewildered face. βDonβt look at me like at, after all, you and your brothers were the ones who cut off the kingdomβs funding for research laboratories.β She finally said while she was closing her oversized bag.
It was the first time in his entire life that Baelor Targaryen has been left speechless by a young woman. βIβm sorry, itβs harsh, but thatβs what I think. Youβre no better than the Lannister, so donβt pretend you care about this.β Said the young woman one last time before leaving the old man alone and still speechless.Β
This meeting marked the first time the young woman met Baelor Targaryen, who completely changed their lives.Β
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After crying for most of the night, of sadness and frustration, the young woman decided to go back to the library anyway, hoping to replace her old book. Today she had opted for a more comfortable outfit than the day before, consisting of pants and a warm sweater.Β
Despite everything, she still had her trusty heels to accompany her. The sound of her shoes signaled her arrival to Rosaline, who greeted her immediately before heading to her favorite desk.Β
As she walked toward it blindly, she noticed a package on the table. She stopped in her tracks, intrigued, the young woman approached it and saw that her name was written on a small card delicately attached to the package. She raised an eyebrow inconspicuously and began to open it gently. After doing so, she discovers a manuscript of the work The Sound of Westeros, she had never seen it before.Β The young girl also found a small card that read:
Take good care of it. Itβs from my personal collection, but I know it will be useful for you. βB.T.
Her jaw immediately dropped. Did Baelor really send her this precious book after having practically insulted him the day before?Β
She sat there staring at the book for at least five minutes, unable to believe it. But she quickly remembered that she had an article to finish.Β
So, the young woman spent the rest of the afternoon reading the book cover to cover to gather the most important information. She handled it as if it were going to fall apart while she was reading it. The pages were old, the handwriting was neat, but the craftsmanship of the cover was truly incredible. She had never seen a book like it. The leather was still in good condition, and the golden-brown spots were just as crispy as ever.
It was around six p.m. when she decided sheβd worked enough for the day. The young researcher took all the necessary notes so she could continue working on her article without interruption. Hope began to rise within, by the end of the week, she might finally be able to submit her work to her research team. She started smiling to herself as she looked at her work, proud of what she had accomplished.
Just as she was losing track of all those notes, her eyes fell on the little note Baelor had written. She took it in her soft hands, admiring the careful handwriting. She reread those few words then times before realizing there was no way to reach him. She hadnβt even seen him at the library today, not even his scent lingered among the huge shelves. Now she had to find a way to get in touch with Baelor. She quickly packed up her things and left, under Rosalineβs amused gaze.Β
The young girl pulled her phone out of her bag as she was crossing the wide sidewalk that ran alongside the library. She was trying to find any contact information online that would allow her to reach him. She was eager to do it, but she wasnβt quite sure what exactly to look for online. Lost in her thoughts, she didnβt notice a motorcycle about to run her over. Luckily for her, her guardian angel had just grabbed her by her arm.Β
Suddenly, she found herself just inches from Baelorβs face, and he loosened his grip on her arm. βAre you okay?β He asked, checking to make sure she wasnβt hurt. She didn't realize what had just happened, but she replied after taking a deep breath, "Thank you, I'm fine, sorryβ¦ I should have been more careful."
βYour mind was elsewhere, wasn't it?β He asked amused, βSo it was really you?β.Β
βWho do you think it was? Not everyone has a B and a T as their initials.β She laughed heartily, triggering something inside Baelor. βHmm, honestly, a lot of people do.β He watched her laugh tenderly as she struggled to pull her hand away from his arm. βYeah, youβre right but not everyone owns the first edition of this incredible book.β.Β
βListen, Iβm really sorry about yesterday, I was at my witβs end. I had a terrible day, I shouldnβt have taken it out on you,β she said sincerely. βNo, itβs okay, sometimes we all need a little reality check.β She laughed once again, βLet me buy you a coffee to make it up to you, please.β The young woman asked, secretly hoping he would accept. Baelor certainly wasnβt going to turn down the offer, and he followed the young woman, urging her to watch out for the motorcycles.Β
The young woman invited him to a small coffee shop across the street. It was famous for its chocolate cake, which the young woman didnβt hesitate to order. At that time of day, there was no one else there, so the two of them settled quietly into a secluded corner. To go with her cake, she ordered chamomile tea, while Baelor opted for a long black coffee.Β
βDid you find everything you were looking for in the book?β Baelor asked, genuinely wanting to know if he had really helped her. βOf course! I found everything I needed- but wait, how did you know I needed that book?β She asked in turn, before receiving a laugh in response.Β
βI have a spy, Rosaline. Do you know her?β Asked the old man, fully aware that she knew exactly who he was talking about.Β
It was the first time since theyβd met that sheβd dared to look at him. His salt-and-pepper hair was always neatly combed, even after being buffeted by gusts of wind. His stubble already covered the entire lower half of his face, and through it, you could still see his canines when he smiled. He smiled every time a word came out of the girlβs mouth. You might think it was forced, but his smile was anything but insincere.
As she took a bite of her cake, her gaze lingered on her conversation partnerβs shirt. A simple white shirt with very stylish buttons that must have cost more than his rent, just like the watch he was wearing on his wrist.
Then, what followed was a discussion about how the young woman and Rosaline had met. Baelor would recount every word the young woman had spoken to him, and she did the same. It was the first time in her life that someone she barely knew had done so much for her.Β
She took a sip of her hot chocolate before she thought back on what she had said to Baelor the day before.Β
βListen, I wanted to apologize again for what I said yesterday.β Baelor cut her off, saying it was nothing. βPlease, I insist. I was really on the edge, but I shouldnβt have taken it out on you. But that doesnβt change the fact that the Targaryen took some questionable actions.βΒ
Baelor listened to her attentively. In fact, he could have listened to her talk all day long, even though he didnβt know her a lot for now. He could sense her intelligence and her dedication from a mile away. He had already noticed her little mannerisms: she avoided eye contact, she talked a lot with her hands, and she furrowed her brow a lot.Β
Of course, heβd already noticed her at the bookstore, but he was too shy to go talk to her. Yes, Baelor Targaryen, a powerful man, was afraid to speak to a young woman. He backed down, telling himself that a woman like her couldnβt possibly be interested in an old man like him.
βBut you know itβs very hard to live in this field. I'm already struggling to pay my rent, and if I have to do something I don't like, I don't see the point in it. Now, I'm hoping this article will land me a teaching position at a university but also to help get the word out about my thesis.βΒ
Baelor refocused on the young womanβs words before considering what he could do about the situation. βIβm really sorry, I know this isnβt easy. When the vote on the university budget took place, Iβ¦β He hesitated to finish his sentence, perhaps she would think he was making excuses, βI wasnβt really present at the office during that time. When I came back, I was just as angry as you are because my brothers didnβt consult me for anything.β He scratched his beard before continuing, βI haven't been able to change their minds despite my position, you know, they're not really interested in those fields at all. But every year I make donations for the university where I work.β
She felt quite embarrassed for having accused him quickly and now, she wasnβt quite sure what else to say.
βIβm a little disappointed. I thought the Targaryen would at least have some interest in the kingdomβs history and its art.β
βAre you lumping me in with them?β He asked with a smirk on his face.
βLetβs just say youβve earned some points for helping me with the manuscript.β She replied in the same tone as him.
βHow can I win more points?β Baelor asked her as he finished his coffee. She laughed, βWhat? You want more? I think youβve already done enough for me.β
βI can do better.β He said, confidently. Of course, he could do better, heβs a Targaryen. He could buy the entire library as well as all the cityβs archives, just for her. That might seem a bit much, considering theyβd only just met. But the young woman had already made an impression on the old man.
They spent the next hour chatting about this and that. The young woman learned that Baelor was a literature professor at the cityβs university. She was surprised to hear this, though she hadnβt really taken the time to find out what roles the wealthy families held in the area. She was surprised that a man like him would be interested in subjects like literature, proof that appearances can be deceiving. At first, she thought she would never want to speak to him again, but the time she spent with him made her want exactly the opposite.
Later, Baelor kindly offered to walk her home. Which he did, since she lives less than ten minutes away from there.
So, they walked home together in the cool evening air. The old man kindly offered her his arm, and she accepted it, slipping her arm through his. During the ride, Baelor told her stories about the buildings surrounding them, which were older than she was.
Even though the smell of tea filled the room, Baelorβs scent permeated the entire space, and her nose along with it. She began to feel a tickle in her nose. Knowing full well what was about to happen, the young woman tried to hold back a sneeze. But her attempt failed miserably, as she sneezed three times in a row.
βBless you,β he said with a laugh. βSorry, I canβt stand strong smells. I donβt even have an allergy, itβs crazy.β
The young woman would have liked that moment to last longer, she would have been willing to give him false directions just to make it happen. But she had to fight her inner demons to pull her arm away from him. Once she was standing in front of her front door, she took a deep breath.
βThanks again for everything, I really mean it.β She said, smiling sincerely at him. βNo need to thank me, I just wanted to make it up to you.β De said back. βAnd you did.β
She was unlocking the door to her building when Baelorβs voice cut through the air in a hesitant tone: βCome to my court tomorrow-I mean, to my lecture.β
The young woman had understood her companionβs request perfectly well, but, afraid she might have imagined it, she asked him to repeat what he had just said. βI'm giving a lecture at the university tomorrow on Dornish poetry. I'd be delighted if you could attend. It starts at 4:30 p.m. and should last about two hours, if I don't ramble on too much.β
βI would love to, Iβll be there. Goodnight Baelor.β She said before closing the door behind her.
After clearly hearing the door lock click into place, she stood leaning against the door for a few seconds, allowing herself to take deep breaths. The past few hours had been trying for her, but sheβd be lying if she said she hadnβt enjoyed Baelorβs company. And the same could be said for him.
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The young woman arrived half an hour before the conference began, worried she might be late because she might not be able to find the room. Walking through the long university hallways reminded her of the days when she was still a student. She was sitting in the back row, not wanting to draw too much attention to herself. She was surprised to see that this small lecture hall was already larger than the largest one at her university. The wooden chairs were worn from years of use by students, and she could already tell she was going to have a sore back.
The sun managed to stream into the room despite the dirty windows, reflecting off the few objects scattered about. They were likely old heirlooms belonging to a wealthy family. There were also maps hanging on the walls, their corners slightly curled and their colors no longer as vivid as they once were. All these details suggested that she wasnβt in the most modern room in the establishment.Β
The minutes ticked by, and the room began to fill up. The young womanβs excitement grew as the time drew near. Above all, she was happy to see him again.
That same morning, she found herself paying more attention to her outfit than usual. She chose a pair of fairly loose-fitting pants that were well-fitted at the waist and thighs, and a light white shirt with wide sleeves. Of course, her outfit was completed with her many gold jewelry pieces, her leather jacket, and her heeled boots. It was the first time in a few weeks that she felt beautiful, before that, she had always preferred a more casual style.
She fidgeted with her necklace as she waited for Baelor to arrive. The room was almost full, and she was surprised to see that so many people were interested in this literary genre. At her old school, if fifteen people showed up for a literary lecture, it was already a miracle. The young woman found it hard to imagine a man as powerful as he, powerful in politics, at least, taking an interest in literature and the humanities. She still had a deeply ingrained image of those wealthy families who cared only about themselves and, above all, about money: grumpy, conservative old men devoid of any sensitivity. But for the moment, Baelor was proving to be the exact opposite.
She was lost in thought when the lecturer walked through the door. All eyes, which had been glued to their phones, looked up at Baelor, who had just entered carrying a large bag that must have contained a ton of books. Today he had opted for a black three-piece suit with a white shirt, it was simple, but the brooch he was wearing made the whole outfit. The young woman was too far away to make out what it was, but she guessed it was a dragon-shaped brooch.
She was roused from her reverie by his voice, which had just greeted the assembly. βHello, everyone, and thank you so much for coming. I hope you have some time to spare, because I have a lot to share with you,β he said as he pulled the poetry collections out of his bag, glancing around the room to find her. Once heβd done so, he had to force himself not to just look at her, but to address his entire audience.
The young woman was completely captivated, he spoke with such ease that she could have fallen asleep right there on the spot. His voice was so soothing. Every word spoken was carefully chosen, and his sentences would have made a poet jealous. After talking with him, the young woman knew that Baelor had that talent and could be very eloquent but seeing him in his element was truly impressive.
The young woman jotted down what he said in one of her little notebooks, words or quotes she wanted to keep after the lecture. She could have taken notes on everything he said, his talk was that interesting. She thought learning about the lives of Dornish poets was interesting enough, but she didn't expect Baelor to read a poem.
And there she was, literally drooling over Baelor. The young woman had forgotten all too quickly that he was twice her age, or at least, she would have given it a second thought if sheβd listened to her motherβs advice. Sheβd always found older men much more attractive, and Baelor was no exception to the rule. Boys her age didn't really pay her any attention, and let's just say she never experienced love. There was only that one boy in high school who had the courage to date her for three months, but he didnβt find her interesting enough for him. It was her first heartbreak, and it has left an open wound ever since. She wasnβt interesting enough for her parents, nor for a man. Thankfully, Rosaline was there.
Every time Baelor dared to glance her way from across the classroom, the young woman felt her heart skip a beat. She tried to pull herself together he couldnβt possibly be interested in her, no one ever was. Besides, he was too old for her. Above all, she tried to come up with excuses to stop herself from fantasizing about him too much. Suddenly she regretted sitting at the back of the room, she would have liked to get a better look at him, especially at his hands.
Hours went by, and Baelor found himself without his suit jacket, his sleeves rolled up past his elbows because of the heat in the room. It was really a sight to behold. Baelor concluded his speech by saying that we must keep poetry alive, and his words were met with thunderous applause. βThank you for listening, it was a pleasure to be with you. I hope you have a wonderful evening.β
The young woman waited for ten minutes until everyone had left and the last few conversations with him had ended. She had taken her time packing up her things, but mostly because she wanted to spend a moment alone with him. She was nervous to be with him, even though it wasn't the first time she'd spoken to him.
When she reached his office, she smiled at him and said, βIf I'd known, I would have come to this university just to have you as my professor.β Baelor's smile widened as well when he saw the young woman arrive. βDid you enjoy it?β
βHonestly you make every subject interesting. You could even talk about earthworm growth, Iβd find that interesting.β
He chuckles softly as he puts his things away
βYou pay attention to even the smallest details, and that makes your poetic interpretations simply magnificent.β
βThank you Love, thatβs very kind of you. Iβm glad you like it.β
The young woman didn't dare to move, for fear of missing that moment. She etched that nickname into her memory.
βCome on, I have to turn the room over. Every time I turn it over a little too late, the director gets upset,β Baelor said before placing his hand on the small of the young womanβs back, urging her to leave the room with him.
That sudden touch ignited something inside her that was already wide awake. She could already feel her cheeks flushing. She quickly started thinking of ways to ignore the warmth that was beginning to spread through her stomach. βI'll submit my article tomorrow morning.β
βThat's a great new. I'm sure they'll love it.β Baelor replied sincerely, not doubting the young woman's talent for a second.
They continued walking quietly through the old university hallways, enjoying the absence of students. She was really glad to be walking back with Baelor because she was completely lost in this place. Thatβs why she had come so early, so sheβd have time to get lost.
After leaving the endless hallways of the university, the two of them headed toward a vintage-looking car, the young woman couldnβt identify the make, since she knew very little about cars. However, she was absolutely certain it was expensive, very expensive. Once inside, she could really sense the wealth and luxury. Everything she ultimately didnβt have.
With his excellent memory, Baelor didnβt need to ask his new companion for her address. He drove there instinctively, as if heβd made the trip many times before. He had just pulled up outside her house, just like the day before. Silence filled the car, neither of them spoke, a sign that neither wanted to leave. βThanks again for everything, and thanks for inviting me to your lecture, it was really great.β
βIβd love to invite you to the next one, and the one after that. Although maybe the next one will be yours.β Baelor said hopefully, and it really made the young woman happy to see someone placing a little hope in her for once.
βIf that happens, you'll be the first to be invited, after Rosaline, of course.β
βHave you always lived here?β Baelor asked wanting to know more about the young woman βNo, Iβm from the North.β
βItβs quite a drastic change.β
βI didnβt really have a choice, my advisors sent me here. They said the capital would be much more conducive to my research project.β
βI understand, but donβt you miss it?β
βAt first, I was really homesick, but I donβt miss anything there. My parents have always preferred to take care of my sisters, and I donβt really have any friends. The only thing I might miss is my sistersβ cat.β She laughed, trying to hide the sadness she was feeling. βAnd you, donβt you miss Dorne too much?β
βHow do you know that?β
She giggled before replying sarcastically, βYou know that at school, the common folk are forced to learn everything about the great houses of Westeros, especially the Targaryen.β
βI hope you got good grades.β Baelor replied with a smirk.
βWho do you think you're sitting next to? I was at the top of my class my whole school career. And let me tell you, your ancestors were crazy enough that I managed to memorize everything.β
βThe smartest? I'll believe that when I see itβ¦β he said, trying to taunt her.
βHow dare you!β She said with a laugh before giving him a light pat on the shoulder.
Baelor laughed too, but his smile slowly faded as he realized they were in front of the young womanβs apartment. He could feel the end of their moment coming
βThank you so much for driving me home. You didn't have to.β
βI need to score some points, remember.β
βMaybe, but saying I don't seem smart puts you way back at the starting line.β
βOr maybe you're just a man, and thatβs not a compliment when I say it.β She dared to meet his gaze for a moment before quickly looking away to open the car door. βThanks again for everything, and congratulations again on what happened earlier, you're doing great for a Targaryen.β
βI was very glad to see you.β Baelor replied with a sincere smile, and the young woman smiled back before getting out of the car. She walked around the car and gave her escort one last gentle smile.
Halfway to her front door, she decided to turn around and head toward the car, which was about to pull away. βUm, would you like to come up to my place? Have a drink, maybe grab a bite to eat.β she asked, feeling a little awkward because she was afraid of getting a βno.β
βI'm going to park.β Baelor replied immediately, without hesitation, he had really hoped he'd be able to spend the evening with her. He had just been waiting for the green light to see if she felt the same way.
Once that was done, Baelor went over to the young woman who was waiting for him, the keys to her apartment in hand. They finally stepped inside the building, greeted by the chill of the walls. The young womanβs apartment was on the top floor, but luckily for them, there were only four floors. Once she had unlocked the front door, she warmly welcomed the old man into her home. He was thrilled to explore his surroundings, and just as he had imagined, the apartment was a perfect reflection of the young womanβs home.
The soft lighting made the apartment feel very cozy despite the fact that it was quite small. Everywhere he looked, piles of books were stacked up. At first glance, one might have thought it was just a mess, but every arrangement had been meticulously chosen.
βWell, it's a small, but it's just enough. At least it helps me forget that I'm all alone here with all this mess.β She says nervously.Β βDonβt really pay attention, itβs very messy out there.β
βIt cannot be worse than my actual office.β He said with a laugh as he took in his new surroundings.Β
The tour of the flat was quick, the entrance led straight into the living room and the kitchen, which doubled as a dining room. That said, the table served more as a desk. Alongside the rather imposing piles of books, there were numerous candles and various knick-knacks. This place was clearly a museum dedicated to the young womanβs life. On the walls hung photographs as well as post-it notes in all sorts of colors. It was a very warm and welcoming place.Β
Whilst Baelor was looking around, he hadnβt noticed the young woman rummaging through his belongings.Β
βHere, I wanted to give this back to you.β S aid the young woman, handing him the book Baelor had lent her a few days earlier.Β
βBaelor, itβs a really rare manuscript, it shouldnβt be in my house. Itβs a family heirloom.β
βI think itβll be better off in your hands. Itβs a gift and Iβm giving it to you.β
βReally?β she asked with a sincere smile
βYes, keep it. Itβs yours now.β Baelor confirmed this, bringing the book closer to the young womanΒ
βAnd if I ever need it, Iβll come and see you.βΒ
Come on, just let yourself goβ¦Β
"You don't need to use the book as an excuse to come and see me." She said, smirking.Β
"Maybe, but Iβd use any excuse in the world just to spend a moment with you."Β
The young woman swallowed hard and had to fight to keep her jaw from dropping. She could already feel the color rising to her cheeks, though. It was the first time sheβd been so flustered in front of a man, and especially so quickly. Yet he hadnβt said anything out of the ordinary, and it was mainly she whoβd started flirting with him, on Rosalineβs advice of course.Β
Well, if you could call that flirting.Β
βAre you getting shy now?β Asks Baelor at the edge of laughingΒ
The young woman swallowed before replying, with a degree of confidence, βMe, shy? Youβd have to know me better than that.βΒ
Then she walked over to her small fridge, where Baelorβs note was stuck with an old magnet, to fetch two beers.Β
βWell, I donβt have a bottle of champagne, but Iβve only got cheap beer,β she said before handing him one after popping the top.Β
The young woman blinked several times, trying to shake off the effect Baelor had on her.Β
βItβs to celebrate your highly successful conference.β Then they toasted the Dorne literary figure before taking their first sip of their drink. Baelor didnβt take his eyes off the young woman, fearing she might run away.Β
He finally decided to turn his gaze to the few pictures that were struggling to stay on the walls.Β
The young woman smiled as she looked from a distance at family photos from her childhood.Β
βThatβs my twin little sisters, Alyss and Alea. Thatβs me, of course, and thatβs our aunt Jena.βΒ
She pointed at them before realizing her mistake. Jena, the same name as Baelorβs late wife. It was one of the things she hated about herself: she always spoke too quickly, without thinking about how the people she was talking to might react.Β
Sheβd always thought of herself as clumsy, and because of that she felt, above all, stupid. Although that was far from the truth, but then again, she found that hard to grasp.Β
Realizing sheβd put a damper on their conversation, her arms fell limply by her sides in a gesture of despair.
βGods Iβm so sorry Baelor. I hadn't thought of that before. Iβm such an idiotβ¦βΒ
Seeing the young womanβs dismayed expression, Baelor rushed over to reassure her, taking her hand in a comforting gesture.
βItβs nothing, donβt worry. Really, itβs fine, itβs nothing.βΒ
The young woman was taken aback by this tender reaction. In situations like this, she was far more used to being judged and stared at. And in the space of just a few days, Baelor had shown her that good people really do exist, especially among men.Β
The sudden death of his wife had shaken the whole family at the time. Baelor lost his way for a while but eventually pulled himself together; there was nothing else he could do. He found solace in his two sons, Valarr and Matarys. Naturally, the memory of that event broke his heart, but it was above all a way for him to remember the good times heβd spent with her.Β
Their hands remained clasped, the young woman did not want to let him go under any circumstances.Β
"It's amazing how much the three of you look alike." She followed Baelor in the hope of cheering the young woman up.Β
βBack when I was still living with my parents, some people used to mistake us for triplets.β She said with a laugh, reminiscing about the good times sheβd had with her sisters.Β
A wound in her heart reopened, she missed her sisters terribly. Unfortunately, her relationship with her parents had ruined everything. Now she barely heard from them. But she still made an effort to keep them updated.Β
"As for me, my sons don't look alike at all."Β
His sons, who were almost the same age as her. The thought made her feel a knot in her stomach, but she quickly forgot about it when Baelor led her over to the sofa, as if heβd known the place for years.Β
And so, they spent the rest of the evening talking, drinking and nibbling on snacks. They talked about everything and anything. The topics of conversation changed frequently, ranging from the latest literary release to his extremely noisy neighbours.Β
On several occasions, the old man was caught red-handed gazing at her instead of following the thread of the conversation.Β
Later that evening, Baelor had to force himself to get up and go home, as he had several things planned.Β
At one point, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a small piece of paper. βTake this, itβs my phone number.βΒ
βA business card? Really?βΒ
βThatβs actually very practical.βΒ
She laughed as she turned her attention back to him. βI bet you give one of this to every woman you met.β
βBe happy you are part of them.β
They laughed for a few moments before the young woman continued the conversation βWill you be at the library tomorrow?βΒ
βHum no, about that, I wanted to tell you that Iβm going to Summerhall for two weeks. I have a meeting with my brothers.βΒ
Against all expectations, his reply made her heart skip a beat. For once, sheβd found someone to spend time with besides Rosaline. But for now, Baelor wasnβt just a friend, there was something more to him.
βTwo weeks?β She frowned sadly
βWait, are you going to miss me?β Baelor asked, a smirk on his face, as he moved slightly closer to the young woman.Β
βNo, of course no. Iβm thinking about the fact that I will not have a Targaryen underfoot anymore.βΒ
βYouβre saying, but youβre the one who invited me up to your place.βΒ
"I did it out of courtesy, we must look after our elders."Β
He laughed heartily at the young womanβs spontaneity. At that very moment, he had a terrible urge to kiss her, but he had to force himself not to.Β
βIf you want to look out for the old man, send him messages when he's not around. He'll call you when his brothers leave him alone. That is, if you want to.β
βI would love to.β She says sincerely
After that, they both stood there awkwardly, facing each other. Baelor was standing on the doormat with his belongings in hand, and the young woman was nervously fiddling with the business card. Finally, the young woman decided to plant a tender kiss on Baelorβs cheek, his beard tickling her slightly. He froze at this sudden touch, and, in response, he simply decided to embrace her, wrapping his strong arms around her. The young woman let herself be swept away by the embrace, savoring every moment.
Unfortunately, the moment came to an end too quickly, in the young womanβs opinion. She already missed the warmth Baelor radiated, especially since he wouldnβt be there for the next few weeks.
βGood night, Baelor,β the young woman said gently.
And with that, Baelor finally stepped out the door and headed toward the buildingβs exit. The past few days had been very pleasant in the young womanβs company, even though things hadnβt exactly started off on the right foot.
No longer seeing the man in her line of sight, the young woman closed the door behind her. Once she was completely alone, she allowed herself to take deep breaths, as if she hadnβt breathed for ten minutes. She is always amazed to see and feel the effect Baelor has on her. Besides the fact that he is particularly attractive, he is a good listener and pays close attention to what he sees and understands. Whatβs more, his intelligence really impressed the young woman; it was probably what she liked most about him. She feels as though he sees the world the same way she does, something she never would have expected from a Targaryen.
Now she was already wondering how she was going to manage not to see him for two weeks. However, another part of her was telling her to be wary, whispering that she should be careful around men. If she had listened to that voice, she would have told herself that he had done all this just to polish up his image. But for once, she wanted to give someone a chance, despite their significant age difference. And honestly, sheβs not exactly shy about getting rejected.
For his part, Baelor drove home on autopilot, already missing the young womanβs company. Over the past few days, he had rediscovered a side of himself he hadnβt seen in years, not since Jenaβs death. His carefree, lively side. For years, he had been searching for something other than his sons that would give him the motivation to move forward. And just like that, he had already grown attached to the young woman, in less than a week. Without even realizing it, she had reawakened something in him that he had missed terribly. And he couldnβt help but be happy about it.
The couple wrapped up their evening, each lost in their own thoughts about the wonderful time theyβd just had. They sincerely hoped their next date would come soon.
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It had been two weeks since sheβd seen Baelor, and not a single day had gone by without her thinking of him. The young woman had even fallen behind on her reading, so glued was she to her phone, waiting to see when he would send her a message. But fortunately, thanks to her hard work, she was able to submit her article to her scientific journal, and it was very well received.
Of course, Baelor was the first to know, after Rosaline, of course. And from where she was, she could sense his pride after he sent her several lovely messages.
βSweetheart, you don't seem very focused right now,β said Rosaline, taking a sip of her tea. βWhat's on your already busy mind?β she asked with a sly tone. βMy article,β the young woman replied innocently, thinking that this answer would convince her old friend.
βLiar. Aren't you thinking about your dearest Baelor Targaryen right now?β
βRosaline, not so loud!β Let go of the girl immediately, for fear of attracting the attention of some nosy people.
βI knew it! You're too easy to figure out.β
βThat's not true. I'm really focused on my article and on the presentation, I'm going to give here. So we should get back to what we were doing, ma'am.β
In fact, the acceptance and publication of her article had piqued the interest of some book lovers. Her research lab, in partnership with the bookstore, invited the young woman to give a short talk on the topic of her article. She naturally accepted, and thatβs how she ended up making posters with Rosaline during her lunch break.
βI think he's good for you.β
βRosaline, he's too old.β
βAs if that bothers you. The things you generally like are old, music, movies, books, clothes, everything. And Iβm not 20 anymoreβ¦β
βYeah, but it's different with you, we're just friends.β
βYou should have seen him last time when he came to ask me for the book you needed. He was ready to turn the entire library and all the archives upside down for you. It felt strange to see a Targaryen so committed to someone.β
This memory warmed her heart. Of course she had a huge crush on him, but she couldn't admit it. The young woman was afraid of getting her hopes up and being rejected by Baelor. She wanted to keep him as a friend for as long as possible, she wasn't ready to go through the pain. Not after everything she'd been through.
βListen, sweetie, you should let loose a little. You take everything way too seriously. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, but you shouldn't be so serious about everything you do. I know it can be scary, but you deserve to have some fun. Honestly you have been very happy these past few weeks.β The young woman turned her gaze toward Rosaline, focused on what she had told her.
βAnd it's obvious he likes you,β the young woman laughed. βHow can you be so sure?β
βI do have some experience with men, sitting here all day isnβt a total waste of time, you know? Over the years, Iβve figured out how men act when theyβre around a woman they like. So let me tell you, Iβm never wrong.β
βRosaline, youβre crazy.β
βNo, I just want to see you happy. I'm not going to force you, of course. I'm just telling you this. At least you know where I stand on this.β
βHe won't even be here tomorrow...β
βDon't worry, your prince will be back.β
The two women laughed together one last time before returning to their posters. Then, several times that afternoon, the young woman rehearsed what she was going to say during her short presentation. Rosaline was a huge support to her, but she didnβt hesitate to bring up Baelor again. Even though this conversation made her a little uncomfortable, she had to admit that it allowed her to really think about how she felt about him. Of course, it would be premature to talk about romantic feelings, but something was beginning to grow in her heart.
For the moment, she didn't really have time to think about it, since she was a little stressed about her presentation. She'll have time to think about it later.
The next morning, after a good nightβs sleep, the young researcher was in the staff lounge, going over her notes one last time. She paced nervously around the room, hoping her anxiety would subside. A few minutes earlier, Rosaline had come to tell her that some university professors and a few authors were already in the room.
Just as she was about to leave the room, she heard her phone ring. She hesitated to leave without checking it, but she knew it was him.
And she was right, when she turned her phone over, the screen displayed a sweet message from Baelor:
Good luck with your presentation, Love. I know you'll do great. You're going to impress everyone. I'm thinking of you and can't wait to see you again. Feel free to call me when it's all over.
She was about to answer him when Rosaline walked into the room and told her that the room was full, and they were just waiting for her.
The young woman put her phone back where it had been before following her friend out of the break room, keeping Baelorβs message in mind.
It reassured her to give her presentation in a place that was dear to her. She knew this place better than anyone, okay, not quite as well as Rosaline, but she was doing pretty well. She knew every nook and cranny and the layout of every shelf. The young woman moved through the space with confidence, the sound of her heels on the floor always accompanying her.
Once she entered the room, she quickly realized there were about forty people there, even though she was bad at math. But that didnβt stop her from backing down; since they were in charge, Rosaline announced it to the audience. The young woman was greeted with applause. βHello everyone, thank you so much for coming to attend my lecture. And above all, I thank you for your interest in my article.β the young woman said kindly as she settled in near the table holding a few of her works as well as a sheet outlining the sessionβs agenda.
As she quickly scanned the room, her gaze immediately settled on him, as if she were drawn to him. Her heart skipped a beat, but she couldn't afford to faint now. When Baelor saw that the young woman had noticed him, he nodded with a faint smile, as if to greet her. The young woman quickly turned her attention to Rosaline, who gave her a wink.
The young woman couldnβt help but smile, knowing he was right there. She quickly refocused and began her presentation as confidently as before. βLet's get started,β she said before moving on to the first slide of her presentation.
At first, she was nervous, but the stress quickly faded away. She felt comforted to have Rosaline by her side, but especially Baelor. The young woman was afraid to look at him, knowing she wouldnβt be able to take her eyes off him afterward.
Baelor was sitting quietly not far from her; from where he was, he could watch her. He couldnβt stop thinking that she was made for this; the old man hung on her every word as if it were the last source of drinking water on Earth. The young woman is passionate about what sheβs saying, and it really shows. Her words flow effortlessly, and she knows the words inside and out, as if she had written them herself.
She is as intelligent as she is beautiful. And Baelor had noticed that the first time he saw her in the library. Ever since then, heβd found it hard to take his eyes off her. Now, with this lecture, he had an excuse to check her out from head to toe. But what the young woman said was much more interesting.
After an hour-and-a-half-long presentation, the young woman finally wrapped it up to thunderous applause, with Baelor being the first to break into applause. The young woman instantly felt a sense of relief, finally letting the stress wash away from her body. For once, she was truly proud of what she had accomplished.
Afterward, she had a chance to chat with members of the audience who were curious to learn more about her, but fortunately it didnβt last too long. Even though she really enjoyed talking with them, she just wanted to see Baelor.
And it was after cutting her conversations short that she walked over to him to embrace him. Naturally, the Targaryen immediately returned the embrace, holding her tightly in his arms.
She thanked him, then her eyes widened at the giant bouquet of lilies Baelor had just handed her.
βBaelor, they're beautiful...β
She blushed before taking him in her arms again, then she admired the bouquet of her favorite flowers once more.
Their little moment was interrupted by Rosaline clearing her throat. Their attention immediately turned to her.
The young woman burst out laughing before going over to hug him in return.
βYou did great! Several people came up to ask me which lab you work in. Youβre so popular, maybe youβll even get funding to continue your research.β
"Wow, that would be awesome! Iβm so happy, I canβt believe it, it was really amazing!"
After the three of them chatted for a little while, it was time to tidy up and leave the library in good shape. The chairs were quickly put away, and Rosaline took care of the last few posters. The young woman and Baelor went to different shelves to put away a few books.
They were there where it all began, near the young womanβs favorite spot to work. Everything was as usual, no one around, and, most importantly, out of sight.
βAnd thereβs the last one. Wow, what a team effort. Good job, youβre pretty efficient.β
They had just finished putting the last few books on their respective shelves when they found themselves facing each other, framed by the huge bookshelves.
βCome on, we should go. Rosaline has reserved a table for us at a nice restaurant.β
When she turned around to go, she felt Baelor grab her wrist. Then they were inches from each other, after a graceful movement from Baelor to keep her against him. Now in this position she could feel his breath falling on her face. Once again, she didnβt dare to move.Β
βBaelorβ she whispered putting her hand gently on his wrist.Β
He took his other hand to take her by the waist to bring her closer to him. And the other moved to her cheek, his thumb tracing her jaw and her lower lip.Β
βCan I kiss you?β He gently asks desperately waiting for an answer. And here, she was there, not believing what was happening but she was sure to want it. So, she just nodded, not knowing what was going to happen.Β
Then he leans in, carefully, like she is going to break under his touch. But instead of breaking, she just melts when his lips touch hers for the first time. You could feel the urge of the kiss, but it was mainly full of delicacy.Β
She was shy at first, scared to move back, believing it was a mistake. But her heart screamed to her to move and to lose control. Then she kissed back, feeling the softness of his lips unlike his beard which tickled her. The young woman felt Baelorβs hand tighten around her waist, pulling her closer to him. When she truly let herself go, she felt shivers run through her entire body. For once, she felt alive, happy to be experiencing a moment like this with him. She wasnβt thinking about the future, but rather the present moment, hoping it would last a long time.Β
Once the air had been released, Baelor finally parted from the young woman, who was still craving more. This sudden break in contact had already left her feeling a sense of longing.
βIβve missed you.β He said, planting a tender kiss on her forehead. It might have seemed rushed between them, but this fledgling relationship felt like the most natural thing in the world.Β
The young woman wanted to reply with words, she would have done so had she not been so desperate that she wanted even more. But for the moment, she was only able to kiss him back.Β Her initiative was greatly appreciated by the old man, who felt the young womanβs arms wrap around him. Then the two gave themselves over to a moment of complete union, becoming one, their feelings intertwining.Β
And there they were, letting off all the tension that had built up between them over the past few weeks. Fortunately, in that corner of the library, no one could see or hear them. But they were not hidden from Rosaline, who happened to be passing by at that very moment. However, the couple were too engrossed to notice the librarian, who was heading back to her desk with a triumphant smile.Β
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