GODS, HE'S DORNISH.

Baelor Breakspear, the Prince of Dragonstone.

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"Few could doubt that Baelor Breakspear would be a great king, for he was the heart of chivalry and the soul of wisdom."

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@QUEENT0BE / you have posts searching for baelors with the show casting and seem to only interact with baelors with using bertie as the fc. as someone who is mixed race like baelor, i can be upset with the whitewashing of a half dornish character like baelor on my account

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@goldenoftherock And in that moment of perfect silence, he stayed where he was.

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@goldenoftherock he told her softly. "It is I who gives thanks every day to the Seven for you.

His forehead came to rest upon hers, and his nose brushed against hers.
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@DRAGONICMARCHER @QUEENT0BE / 👍

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Behaving yourself, Aerion?

[ՙ ‍‍𓆈 ‍‍ ‍‍ ݁ 〞𝓑𝐑i𝐆𝙷𝚃𝓯i𝚁𝙴 . ˊ˗ @flameconsumed]

morrow to his uncle.

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@goldenoftherock smooth throat as his thumb gently traced the rhythm of her pulse.

"I feel you." His voice came hot against her ear as he kissed her there gently

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@goldenoftherock caressing her back until it cupped at the base of her neck.

And then she directed his hand to her throat.

Her whisper “Touch me. Feel me.” Caused a flame of possession and tenderness to ignite in his black eyes.

The palm of his hand caressed her
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Good morrow, from the Prince of Dragonstone.

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@goldenoftherock “Nonsense, my love. Should you become heavy with my child, then I would love you even more.”

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@goldenoftherock Your shape will prove to be a mark of your strength, how you can carry our child within yourself. For me, you will only grow more beautiful, more sacred.”

He continued to draw small circular shapes along her spine with his fingertips.
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@goldenoftherock With an overdramatic sigh of his own, Baelor stepped back and went to the bathtub.

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@goldenoftherock In some ways, he was able to. Every curve, every freckle. It was nothing but commonplace for him already.

"Perhaps you are right. We would not want anything wasted now, would we?"
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