#baelorlings

It was dark outside, and Baelor was hunched over a table, frowning over some letters - there are still some unruly people in Westeros, some who believe that the black dragon is the rightful heir.

There was a light knock on the door, drawing Baelor from his thoughts. "Enter!", he calls out, rising from his seat, his gaze softening when he sees you stand by the door.

"My love," he sounds soft, going to you and places his hands on your hips, pulling you close to him, "it's late, why are you still up?"

He watches you yawn, before you utter, "you were taking too long and I wanted to see what was taking too long." That getting a chuckle out of him , his beard tickling your head when he places a tender kiss onto your forehead.