•°: Baelor I Targaryen 🌻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 ೃ࿔.

Baelor made his way toward his sister's chambers, his hands clasped together before he stopped outside her chambers, raising his hand and gently knocking his knuckles against the door.

This was the only sister of his that he had not imprisoned in the Maidenvault, why? Because she was pure of corruption, she dressed modestly, showed no interest in men, let alone tempting them. His sister was beautiful, yes, but her way of dressing kept her untempting. And she remained an unwed maiden.

Therefore, Baelor intended to urge his purest sister into becoming a Septa, and he was rather determined, even if she refused, he'd persist until she agreed. Who could truly deny serving the Faith of the Seven when they were as pure as she?

Baelor slowly blinked as his sister doors slowly opened, his gaze focusing on her and his tongue swiping over his lips to wet them, his head dipping in greeting.

"Sister."