Chapter 37: Throwing a Tantrum

Dong Dong...

Just as he was contemplating, someone lightly knocked on the door.

Baelon furrowed his brow in confusion, not knowing who would come at this hour.

"Brother, I'm here to see you..."

Helena's soft, childish voice came through the door.

Baelon remembered his promise from last night and said, "Come in, the door is open."

Creak:

The door slowly opened, and Helena, dressed in a silk nightgown, cautiously peeked her head in.

After looking around to see if anyone else was in the room, she entered.

She turned around and quickly closed the door.

A series of movements flowed smoothly, like that of a skilled thief.

Baelon seemed amused and asked, "What are you afraid of? Are there monsters in my room?"

Helena shook her head and brought her index finger to her lips. "Shh, I snuck out secretly, and my mother hasn't rested yet."

"Is Allison in your room?" Baelon asked, puzzled.

Helena silently walked towards the bed and replied, "She just went to find her father."

Baelon lifted the corners of his mouth, knowing that his father should have called for Allison.

That's good, at least I don't have to see her fake condolences.

Baelon looked at Helena, who was eagerly awaiting something, and pointed to the fireplace. "I bought a rubber ball and some other toys. Go and take a look."

"Hmm~"

Helena nodded quickly and happily ran towards the pile of toys by the fireplace.

Ilic was a strict person and took tasks assigned by Baelon very seriously.

The toys he bought were the most popular items in every store and were highly sought after by children.

Helena first picked up a brightly colored leather ball and then a rag doll in the shape of a dragon filled with goose feathers.

The girl sat on the carpet and played with her new toy.

Baelon smiled and didn't interrupt her play. He lay on the bed and closed his eyes to rest.

He had promised Helena she could play in the room, so there was no reason to refuse.

Besides, this half-sister seemed to have prophetic abilities, so there was nothing wrong with getting more in touch with her.

Maybe she would help him uncover the rules of the dreamer's talent.

Although he didn't know if the dreamer's talent was irregular or not.

Neither brother nor sister spoke, and the room fell silent.

The beautiful boy lay in bed with a sickly expression on his face, and the rosy girl sat by the fireplace having fun.

A beautiful scene of warmth and harmony.

Until Helena picked up a shiny silver bracelet, lifted it, and asked, "Brother, is this bracelet for me too?"

Baelon heard the sound and thought it was an imitation made by the blacksmith, and casually said, "No, this one is my accessory."

"Oh..."

Helena responded without saying anything and quietly put down the bracelet.

Seeing the disappointed look on the girl's face, Baelon couldn't help but think of Rhaenyra's rejection of him, and felt a tightness in his chest.

Slightly hesitating in his heart, Baelon smiled relievedly, "Now it's yours. If you like it, use it as a gift from me.

He didn't want to reject Helena, just as he didn't want his sister to reject him.

Things had changed, and Helena smiled, "Well, thank you, brother, I really like it."

"Alright. You have to fight for what you like. This is what you deserve," Baelon replied softly, puffing out his chest and wincing as he pulled and tugged at the wounds on his back, frowning in pain.

Helena finally realized something was wrong with Baelon and returned to the bed holding the bracelet, looking puzzled. "Brother, why are you still?"

"I'm a little hurt, so I can only lie in bed to recover for a while," Baelon told the truth.

"Does it hurt? Aegon sometimes pinches me in secret and it hurts."

Helena thought naively that Baelon had also been pinched, so she climbed onto the bed and puffed up her face. "I'll help you snore. Come on, it won't hurt if you breathe."

Baelon found this silly girl amusing.

Laughter stretched the muscles in his back, making the pain even more intense.

"Damn chains, why don't they hurt me to death!"

The pain increased, and Baelon cursed angrily at the bastard who changed the chains to vent his frustration.

Helena jumped and curled up in a corner of the bed, not daring to approach.

"Don't be afraid, I'm scolding the person who hurt me, not you."

After regaining her senses, Baelon comforted his sister with a wry smile.

It's very difficult for him.

My back hurts again, and I have to comfort such a silly sister.

Helena couldn't hear his voice, but she had her own unique thoughts.

She stealthily approached Baelon's side, lifted her little mouth, and blew hard on his bandaged back.

Baelon watched this scene and felt a little strange in his heart.

It seemed like an inexplicable comfort.

He reached out, rubbed Helena's silver hair, and said with a smile, "It's okay, the wound doesn't hurt anymore."

Helena stopped breathing and looked at him incomprehensibly.

There was confusion in her clear eyes.

As if asking "Really?"

Baelon noticed the bracelet in her hand and suggested, "Do you want me to put it on for you?"

Helena tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded.

Taking the bracelet, Baelon took one of his sister's hands and put it on her.

Thanks to Baelon's past weakness, his figure was too thin.

The bracelet, sized to fit him, was just the right size for Helena's slightly chubby wrist.

Baelon praised with satisfaction, "The chubby girl is perfect for this bracelet."

Unexpectedly, Helena's face blushed a moment ago, and her expression suddenly changed.

She suppressed her smile, pouted, and moved away from Baelon, turning her back and curling up.

Baelon's smile faltered. He didn't expect a two-year-old girl to care about fatness or thinness.

Helena's name was called several times, but she didn't respond and remained still in protest.

Seeing this situation, Baelon smiled helplessly and turned his head to sleep.

As for an apology?

Haha, Targaryen men never apologize!

Time passed minute by minute, and the night became darker in the blink of an eye.

Helena turned her head and glanced at the sleeping Baelon.

Seeing her brother was still, she got up from the bed and left the room.

...

On the other hand, Rhaenyra had just returned from Dragonstone.

As soon as she entered the Red Keep, the attendant stopped her and said the king had requested her presence.

"Alright, wait while I change my clothes."

After a day of fun, Rhaenyra was satisfied, washed up, and changed before going to see her father.

Arriving at the door of Viserys's room

, Rhaenyra was about to knock when she saw the door opening from the inside.

Allison came out of the room in a beautiful dress.

Rhaenyra was in a good mood and took the initiative to greet her stepmother and best friend.

Allison smiled reluctantly and whispered, "Baelon is injured, and your father is very angry. Don't contradict him for a while."

Although Allison had shown her disloyalty to her former best friends during this period.

But without the spell of her father, Lord Hightower, she and Rhaenyra hadn't reached the point of breaking their relationship.

She shows kindness to Rhaenyra at the right time and keeps the long-lost friendship between them broken.

Upon hearing that Baelon was injured, Rhaenyra's mind buzzed, and she immediately asked, "How could Baelon get hurt? Isn't he protected by Ser Ilic?"

Allison looked towards the room and was about to reveal more information. She was interrupted by Viserys's voice.

"Rhaenyra, how much longer do you want your king to wait?"

It was clear that Viserys's tone was very bad, and he was restraining a surge of anger.

"I'm sorry, I have to go back and take care of the children."

Allison returned an apologetic look, lifting the hem of her skirt and passing by Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra entered the room with a frown, confused.

Viserys was sitting by the sand table with stone sculptures in the bedroom, playing with a dragon-shaped stone sculpture.