[ Led into the room, Daemon does not protest. There are few people in his life that have ever been able to muster the power to chain him, to mould him, and even then he had fought back against their hands, more wild animal, a hound, a dragon, frothing at the mouth as he tries to free himself from their chains. Viserys had tried and failed; Laena had found more success, and now Rhaenyra is capable of softening him more than any other might.
He goes with her, because there is nowhere else he would wish to be.
The door shuts behind them, his foot kicking it shut even as he leans down, brushing their foreheads, nudging his nose against hers and seeking out her mouth, breathing out a soft noise. It's filled with want, sadness, warmth, adoration - all the depth of his feelings for her, even in the wake of his own death. He had died for a good cause, died for their family, and he would do it again. They both know he would. ]
Would you have me leashed, wife? [ A grin, dangerous and deadly as he takes her hand, brings her fingers to his mouth to kiss. ] Keep me chained so that I do not go too far from you?
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He goes with her, because there is nowhere else he would wish to be.
The door shuts behind them, his foot kicking it shut even as he leans down, brushing their foreheads, nudging his nose against hers and seeking out her mouth, breathing out a soft noise. It's filled with want, sadness, warmth, adoration - all the depth of his feelings for her, even in the wake of his own death. He had died for a good cause, died for their family, and he would do it again. They both know he would. ]
Would you have me leashed, wife? [ A grin, dangerous and deadly as he takes her hand, brings her fingers to his mouth to kiss. ] Keep me chained so that I do not go too far from you?