01.

Humble beginnings. From the moment Baela was born, she was a natural light. A fragile, small little thing, born early within her mother's arms. A wife and mother different after that of her brother's, their birth taking that of their own mother's life, Baela's early upbringing was arguably vastly different. She was a light with an ease of a temperament for a babe in the hands of a loving mother who survived the birthing process. She was nurtured and spoiled by a love that her brothers did not know, a guilt growing within her at this. She often blamed their explosive nature on this difference, and the young Baela began her attempts at peacemaking when they would come to blow. Placing herself in between them more oft' than not until an injury took place due to such. A fight between them had led to a bruise upon her cheek when their tempers did not realize her in time. Her mother forbidding her from ever inserting herself in between them again because of this, making her promise that she would allow them to make war or peace on their own. Baela found her relationship with her father to be a fragile one, unlike that of her mother. She did not understand his lack of appearance, so often gone to politics or his newest mistress. She longed for her father, and longed for peace, finding solace in her own mind, dancing, and music.

02.

a loss far greater. Her younger years were relatively normal otherwise. One could say that for a Targaryen princess the madness that had avoided her and her upbringing was a rarity. Her mother did not like her hanging around that of her brother's and their rage. "Rage, war and swords are for boys and men." She would often say and send Baela off to learn with the Septa for the day. Baela was an easy mind, naive, trusting, and light footed upon the aspect of life. She was a jewel amongst those she graced with her presence, but sickness soon struck and threatened to take that light. Baela and her mother succumbed to a rare illness, one the maesters and healers could not find answer to. It took her mother from her side and placed Baela within her bed for what seemed like months. She would eventually recover, but the lurking thought of how she looked upon that bed seemed not to for those that loved and cared for her. It was the beginning for Baela, of being the pretty little bird in a gilded cage.

03.

the bird and her cage. To Dragonstone she went, no longer was she allowed to be within the comings and goings of court, nor travel. She became a ghost in the mind of those she loved and a shadow of what once was to others that once knew of the sweet little thing that ran through the halls. She was kept to her education. Music, dancing, archery, riding, the ocean breeze within her hair, all of this became a solace to the girl that knew nothing other than those walls that surrounded her. Baela grew slowly, into her mind, self and body. Yet she knew so little of the outside world other than that those wished to share with her. Her brothers, apt to visit her in the beginning, began to place their visits fewer and farther in between. Never together. Always apart. War coming between them and their letters growing further still. Baela loved them, even in their madness. They were family and with her father and mother gone, they were the only semblance of such she had left. It tore her apart knowing outside the cage she was held within was a world her brother's threatened to tear apart over a feud that seemed pointless in her own mind. The title meant so little, the throne even less. The people and the realm suffering at the hands of those who held the Targaryen name. It grew impossible to read on the current events without a frown outlining the otherwise bright face of Baela Targaryen.

04.

the outcome. Soon one would win and take the throne. Her brother, Jaecarys Targaryen was the victor and Aegon was said to be dead. Gone from this world and torn from Baela's family once more. It was too much, to know that while she rotted within the walls of Dragonstone more of her family left this world with their last breath. She wrote to her brother and begged for a return to court. Often, letters growing in number until her eighteenth nameday. A woman far within the age range to marry, she argued it was to her benefit and to her relief, he granted her request. Baela Targaryen, the beloved, was to return to court and Kings Landing... just in time to witness Jaecarys Targaryen decent into madness.