#vangsfangs

baelor targaryen x fem!reader

cw:angst, angst with fluff, and that’s it

sometimes i think the hardest part about loving someone isnt the wars or the politics or whatever. its the people around them.

Baelor's boys have never really liked me. not in the way they outright say it, but you can tell. the little looks. the silence when i walk into the room. it makes you wonder if your just something temporary standing in their fathers life.

today i heard one of them laugh and say, "she doesnt belong here anyway."

i wish i didnt hear it.

i wasnt even supposed to be there. i just froze behind the hallway wall because i couldnt make my feet move after that. then another one said, "father keeps pretending everything is fine."

that was enough.

i just... left.

i know maybe i should of stayed. maybe i should of listened longer. but your brain doesnt really let you when your already scared they hate you.

Baelor found me hours later sitting outside where the dragons sleep. i didnt even hear him come over.

he just stood there for a second before sitting beside me.

"you've been hiding."

i shrugged. "thought maybe it'd be easier for everyone."

he frowned. "what does that mean?"

i almost didnt tell him.

"your sons..." i whispered. "i heard what they said. they dont think i belong here."

the silence after that made my stomach hurt even more.

then Baelor actually looked confused.

"what?"

i hated how my voice shook. "they said i dont belong. and that your pretending everythings fine."

he stared at me for a second before rubbing a hand over his face.

"Gods..."

turns out...

they werent talking about me.

they had been arguing over one of the lords trying to force his daughter into our household to secure an alliance. she didnt belong here. thats who they meant.

and the part about pretending everything was fine?

they were talking about the kingdom. not us.

i felt so stupid i couldnt even look at him.

"sorry." i muttered. "i shouldnt of assumed."

Baelor reached over and took my hand before i could pull it away.

"look at me."

i did.

"if there was ever something wrong between us, you'd hear it from me. never whispers in a hallway."

i could already feel tears coming and i hated it.

"i just thought..." i laughed even tho it wasnt funny. "maybe everyone would be happier if i left."

his face changed so fast.

he moved closer and cupped my face like i was something fragile.

"dont ever say that."

his forehead rested against mine.

"they dont get to decide who belongs beside me."

"but what if they never accept me?"

"then they'll learn."

his thumb wiped away a tear before it could fall.

"because im not losing you over words that werent even meant for you."

i think thats the thing about fear.

it doesnt wait for proof.

it just fills in all the empty spaces by itself.

im trying not to let it anymore.

its hard.