Beauty In Chaos

Valarr never really finds out that the children aren't his, he has been compared to his father his whole life, of course, his kids are going to look like Baelor.

His son has his eyes, and the baby girl has his wife’s hair, and he's sure the next one will be a good mix. (Bealor and Valarr keep her very busy)

Or maybe he does know deep down and chooses to ignore how his father behaves around his wife. The way his hand always lingers around her body, when he thinks he isn't looking.

But his wife loves him, Valarr knows that. She wakes him up with soft kisses to his face and is his escape from court when it's too much.

She sings lullabies to their children, and he listens from just far enough away that you don't know he's there. When she’s busy helping his father, he’ll sing it to their son and daughter.

Valarr likes it when she runs her hand over the white streak in his hair. His father doesn't have that streak that's all him. He thinks the next babe will have a touch more of him.

His wife kisses him desperately whenever she comes back from helping his father with work, like she’s trying to prove how much she missed him. (aka getting her back blown out and feeling bad about it, omg who said that?)

He places kisses on her hands, all the time, especially in court when lords come to bother him with requests to ask his father. His wife stands beside him, not listening to the lord, she plays with his hand, and he kisses the back of it, as a way to pay more attention to you in that moment.

At dinners, Valarr’s fingertip draws swirls on his wife’s thigh through her skirt, and her eyes never leave his face. It's a look of awe when she thinks he's not looking, her eyes wander to his father’s seat, but as soon as he turns to ask her something she can't help but look at anything but him.

“You look quite pretty, tonight.” Valarr says they aren't married and don't have two children. He still flirts because he likes the way his wife’s smile widens, and her cheeks blush.

“My husband said the same thing,” She replies, leaning closer to him, “he might be jealous you said that.” She tempts him by playing along.

“Is he any good at fighting?”

His wife shakes her head, “Quite good, I'm afraid you wouldn't stand a chance.” and she kisses Valarr.

Sure Valarr has his suspicions, and he hears the court ladies whisper about how much time his wife spends with his father.

He doesn’t let himself think about rumors too much because then he will over think everything, and something dark will grow in his chest, when his father makes a joke to you when the two of you are seated together during a tournament that he has to compete in.

Sure he wonders, but he pushes all that away when he sees his pregnant wife, bouncing one babe on her hip and she smiles for him and only at him she offers that smile.