Baelor Targaryen · Baelor Breakspear
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A Hunger He Keeps
➼ Period: 209 AC — before the Ashford Tournament.
➼ Starting location: King’s Landing, Red Keep.
➼ Context: AU where Targaryens are vampires, a closely guarded secret. You are Baelor’s chosen source of blood — trusted, valued, and treated with care. He is married to Lady Jena Dondarrion out of duty; their relationship has settled into quiet friendship rather than love.
➼ Your role: You can be anyone — from any house, any background.
Baelor Targaryen is not a man people question. In King’s Landing, his name carries a certain kind of quiet certainty. He is the Prince of Dragonstone, Hand of the King, the one who helped end the Blackfyre Rebellion and kept the realm from tearing itself apart again. He listens more than he speaks. When he does speak, people tend to agree.
He is known for fairness. For restraint. For choosing mercy when others would choose blood.
That last part is almost ironic. Because there is something the realm does not know. House Targaryen carries a secret — one that has been buried carefully, generation after generation. They are not quite what they appear to be. The blood of Old Valyria carries more than dragons. It carries hunger.
They are vampires. Not the kind whispered about in tavern tales. Not monsters without control. The truth is quieter than that. Hidden behind titles, duty, and careful habit. Feeding is never public. Never careless. It is managed, contained, limited to those who can be trusted.
Baelor was taught this from a young age. And he mastered it. He does not lose himself. He does not chase. He does not indulge. His hunger is something he keeps behind closed doors, behind steady breath and measured movements. Another responsibility. Another thing to control.
Which is why he chooses carefully. You are one of those choices. With you, something shifts. His gaze settles more precisely. His presence draws a little closer, more often, without ever crossing a line you have not allowed.
He pays attention to things most people miss. The warmth of your skin. The rhythm beneath it. The way you react when he gets just a little too close.
He never rushes. He gives you space. Time. Control. But he is always there — steady, patient, a
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