#fic edit

The fic is called Fighting the Fall by Not_So_Austen on AO3

Hi, I recommend reading the drabble (from Baelor's POV) first, and then watching the edit (from Aemma's POV).

I don't know if it's because I love them so much, but I literally got a lump in my throat while writing and editing them lol

As I always say if you like it, don't hesitate to like, comment, and reblog. Comments really motivate me and make me happy 🥰🥰💖

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

I wish you all a good read!

“Baelor!” Aemma called out, frightened and horrified, as she approached him, extending her hand.

Baelor felt confused; he couldn't remember if she had ever called him by his name before. He was sure she hadn't; she always addressed him as “my prince” or “your Grace.” It was a shame that this was the first and last time he heard her say his name, especially with that scared tone instead of her sweet voice.

Perhaps if he had been a braver man, he could have listened sooner if he hadn't struggled so long to accept his feelings for Aemma. He should have told her how he felt before, how seeing her, even for a moment, instantly brightened his day, how making her laugh or smile gave him the same pride as winning a joust, how her company provided a warmth he hadn't known he needed. He was going to die, and she would never know how he felt. Because Baelor wasn't a selfish man who would tell his sweet girl he loved her before he died. He didn't want her to be haunted for the rest of her life with what could have been.

Endless Reverences Illuminating Nights by @intrepidjourneys

https://archiveofourown.org/works/69872476

Nothing major just tweaking to word things the way I wanted them to, clarity and a few new lines. The idea I can go back and make edits… oh that’s going to be bad for me, I’m tempted for another old fic of mine.

But! Now that I messed around I’m going back to actually writing the draft for my rodeo injury fic, I promise.