blood teachings: what nature allows - baelor targaryen x oc (myrrha targaryen)
Baelor nods to her, indicating with a permissive hand to let her be seated in front of him, sharing the table, but she makes a few steps inside before stopping. Myrrha looks smaller than she has ever been in the middle of his chambers, because she's with doubts. It makes him remember all the times in her childhood, confessing to Jena and him that Valarr had pulled her hair, had shoved her when playing, had stolen her dragon figurines. Clutched, crying, to Jena's skirts, his fingers threaded in curled dark locks inherited from him. Inherited from his very same Martell blood. Don't they say the eldest is always the portrait of the father?















