#not tagging all the tags bc the helaegon is like skip and u miss it

[lullaebies]

I was wondering if you were doing any more helaegon prompts. Because I had this little idea of them celebrating either Maelor's birthday or the twins with the entire family

While I won't always do them right away, feel free to always send prompts! I'll keep them in my ask box when I feel like writing out one. I chose to write for Maelor's birthday as he does not get enough love tbh. This turned out quite different than what I thought it will, lol.

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Maelor’s nameday is a hectic time.

Two years to his name, he is still but a wee thing with the curls of his hair brushing at his shoulders. Every time Helaena thinks it will grow beyond, the coils of his locks prove to be inherited from their grandmother, scrunching them up.

The maids dressed him in gold, but he only plays with the pearls that are his buttons. He has stuffed himself full of cake in tea-time with her ladies-in-waiting, and the lords of the Keep, ever so mindful of appearances, prepared him gifts aplenty; most irrelevant to his age or irrelevant to his interests, but gifts nonetheless.

Events and games were prepared throughout the day, play actors, fools, and musicians were employed, but the boy was rather more interested in her skirts as the different courtiers overwhelmed him. Now, just short of the evening, most of the noblemen left. Aemond has said ‘The bumbling fools finally departed’, and Mother has only let out her own sigh as they made their way to dinner, tired in her own right. If it wasn’t for her, Helaena doubts she could’ve set up the nameday half as well.

Helaena is glad Daeron has come by, for he kept the twins played with and content, but she knows he too is half-starving; from the long journey from Oldtown to have become the little ones’ keeper he has been nothing but diligent, but a boy of four and ten can only have so much patience himself.

Aegon has disappeared from her sight after the celebrations at the gardens ended; Ser Criston has told her he’ll be back in a few moments. She bit her lips and kept herself mute, but Helaena had to keep herself from eyeing the door as they all sat at the dinner table, having one last private feast to commemorate the day.

Father departs quickly after his dry lips kissed the top of the boy’s head in congratulations. The doors to the room open as kingsguard help him away, and at the same time, Aegon slips his way back in, odd in his steps as he finds his way to his seat by her.

On his high chair, sitting at the head of the table, Maelor seemed king for the day, and all across the table have known to pay tribute.

The twins have come forth first; Jaehaera and Jaehaerys have spent their last few days dabbling with arts with their tutors, and conjoined as they tried to be, have drawn together a picture of the three siblings together. Maelor glides his fingers over the more vibrant colors, and Daeron has stopped him from accidentally ripping it and presenting him with his gift.

His is a doll of a knight of light hair; Daeron patted the head of the boy praying it he will outgrow to be all the fiercer than the doll’s visage could ever be. Aemond steps forward then, not to be outdone by the younger uncle; he brings forward a notebook of leather, encrusted with some of Vhagar’s scales, along with the thinnest of charcoal pencils for him to draw with. Mother has already gotten him new garments; so many Ser Criston has helped the maids bring them into the rooms. Grandsire, on his part, has brought Maelor a miniature model of the Hightower, which Maelor marveled to hold as Daeron explained to him that’s where he lives.

Helaena herself has brought the boy a trinket in the shape of an iridescent green jewel bug, the type he has been so enamored to look at in her collection. He laughed when he touched it, and the bug’s wings popped open for him.

And overwatching from the sides, Aegon keeps quiet until his turn came by default; but he steps forward, bringing the boy who nearly drowned in his gifts the last of the day. Out of some kind of satchel, he brings out a figure of a dragon, colored entirely golden. Helaena eyes it curiously.

“You know who this may be?” Aegon asks carefully. Jaehaerys almost speaks for him, but luckily Daeron keeps him from it.

“Sunffy!” Maelor says when he realizes, not yet having learned to say Sunfyre’s name right. But the dragon in the figure doesn’t look much like Sunfyre aside from its colors. It is only then that she remembers, that one old toy Aegon used to play with until he was seven; a black dragon he received from Father for his own second nameday.

“Right,” he says, trying not to laugh at his dragon’s nickname, and catches Maelor’s cheek between his fingers. “I do hope you’ll keep him a good company for years to come.”

Maelor looks the toy up and down, examining it as Helaena did, and hugs it tightly to his chest, giggling. “Okay!”

The days of old toy Balerion have come to an end, and Sunfyre the Little has come to a start, and Helaena hopes that instead of the toy ending up in shadowy corners of forgotten days as it did with Aegon, her boy will only have reason to keep his golden toy in proud display. By the look of his eyes, Helaena cannot help but think Aegon hopes for such fate too.