Chapter one 𓃦 Silence
The blood gushed from the cut, sliding down his cheek, filling any free skin it could. His hands dipped the cloth in the freezing water that was just brought in the chambers, his fingers twisting and twisting. If he was to be alone, Baelor would let the blood spill wherever it would, not caring enough to clean it himself. But he was aware the doors would swing open at any given time, Alyssa and Rhaella rushing inside to tell their father of all the small (and, by their words, extremely important) details they learnt with the Septon.
He placed the cold cloth against the wound, hissing in pain as it came in contact with the freshly cut skin. More blood spread across his cheek, it felt as if Baelor was unable to clean his own skin. The doors cracked open, though he didn't hear (or he just simply didn't care) and her shoes clicked against the floor. She closed the doors, louder this time, with her hip, "you are incompetent."
Baelor whistled like a wolf, fingers grazing the blood, eyes never leaving the bowl of water, "that is a new word. Has my brother taught you that one?"
If she could, Myna would've slapped that grin off his face. But Baelor was a prince, nonetheless. Instead, she strolled towards him like a lion watching its hopeless prey. Her hand reached for his chin, fingers tracing his jaw, pulling at them to look at her. None of them said a word when Myna took the wet cloth from his hands and brushed it against the wound. He didn't hiss this time.
"He has not," she replied to the previously asked question, fingers gently tapping the cloth onto the skin, "I have read it."
Baelor – if he wouldn't know Myna to her very soul – would believe her. Instead, he chuckled, but not stepping away from her touch, "since when can you read?"
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