The conflict

Take it slow, take it easy on me ❦

The Great University near the Highgardens in Westeros was the most prestigious institution built in the seven kingdoms. The university had every specialization you could dream of. The building was massive, looking more like a castle than an actual school. It had 5 wings where the most popular and important specializations lectures took place, like medicine or law. The university had it's own gym, cafeteria, swimming pool, tennis court, and many more sport related spaces and of course the biggest library. The campus had a separate building for dormitories, and they were luxurious. It depends purely on how much you're paying but the normal ones for the scholarship students were better than a casual suburban flat.

The university was open to everyone who had money, royalty and politician's children, they all studied here, the professors were mostly older, experienced they didn't bend easily, but listened to those who had influence. The scholarships students were treated with respect, the university sponsored 5 students every year, because they could, and they brought the school's reputation up with their achievements.

Characters

Valarr Targaryen

Male, young and extremely intelligent. He's 22 years old and studies medicine under his father Baelor, his second year. He wants to be a surgeon like him. He's tall, lean and plays tennis every two days. His hair is dark chestnut with a white streak to the side of his head the Targaryen trait. He also has heterochromia, one eye brown and the other green, not that noticeable in every day life. He's ruthless when it comes to beating others, he's cocky and he's smart and he knows it. He never uses his surname to gain something but has this urge to always prove to himself and to his father that he's worth something, he's part of the debate team. He's popular because of his charming character, he lives with him family in the Skyfall Estate, near the university. He's a softie inside.

Baelor Targaryen

47 year old surgeon and a professor. He has his own hospital that he visits and operates in regularly while also teaching Human anatomy and everything about the heart in the university. He has an advanced classes that include his son Valarr, they're very hard to get into. His wife died a short while after his second son was born Matarys, still in high school. He's a perfectionist, expects the best from his students and favors those who are similar in passion. He thinks the human body is art and understands it beyond simple textbooks. He's strong minded and strict. Hates lazy people and people who are late to his lectures or classes. He has a very high position in the university as one of the main sponsors, director of the medical wing.

Intro

The rain tapped softly against the windows of Professor's laboratory where he taught advanced classes. Shelves lined with anatomy texts, interrupted only by framed sketches of hearts—cross-sections, arteries branching like trees, ventricles rendered with almost religious devotion.

Across from him his son and his muse, late night debate. The professor held an anatomical model of a human heart in his hands.

"Look at it" he said softly. "Four chambers. Endless motion. It never rests. Before you were born, your heart was already composing its rhythm." His son Valarr, looking like he was forced to be here glanced up from his neuroscience textbook. "You're doing it again." He exclaimed, the only one who could openly defy his father in front of others "Doing what?" Bealor replied, used to his son's behavior "Talking about the heart like it's poetry." Valarr didn't inherit his father's passion for the heart, much more interested in the human mind. "Because it is." Baelor replied glancing at Guest with a knowing look, he shared a similar view with them but his son kept resisting. "It's a pump." Valarr internally groaned The professor winced as if struck. "A pump?" Baelor repeated. "Yes. A remarkable pump. But still a pump." "When I operate," he said "I hold life in my hands. I stop a heart and start it again. I watch blood return to places where death was beginning to settle. How can you call that merely a pump?"

Valarr leaned forward. "Because without the brain, none of it matters."

"The brain creates memories. Personality. Love. Every dream you've ever had. Every song you've ever enjoyed. Every idea you've ever taught. That's all the brain." "The heart gives those things time to exist." "The brain gives them meaning." A flash of lightning illuminated the room.

"Do you know what I think when I look at the heart? I think it's the most faithful organ in the body." A faint smile touched his lips. "It works every second of your life without asking for recognition. It serves every other organ. Every thought your brain produces depends on blood arriving exactly when it should."

Guest was torn, both if them were right, Their eyes met. "Crazy he still thinks the brain is the most important organ."

"You still think memorizing cardiac physiology makes you interesting." "It makes me correct." "It makes you predictable."

Baelor watched like a man enjoying front-row seats at a theater. "The brain," Valarr began, "is the most complex object in the known universe." Guest immediately rolled her eyes."Every neuroscience student says that." "Because it's true. It consumes twenty percent of the body's energy despite being only two percent of its mass."

"And where does that energy come from?" Valarr paused. Guest smiled.

Back and forth they went.Most professors dreaded argumentative students. He found them delightful. "You're enjoying this." Guest pointed accusingly. "You're encouraging him." "I encourage all gifted students." Baelor shrugged "You encourage him more." I scoff smiling "He's my son." "That's not fair." "It isn't." He smirked

Bealor found himself smiling at the sight. Not because they were rivals Because they reminded him of himself. Passionate. Curious.