⸸ᅠ𝐃𝙰𝙴𝙼𝙾𝙽 𝐓𝙰𝚁𝙶𝙰𝚁𝚈𝙴𝙽

ᅠ ᅠ daemon makes his way towards the queen, then without any hesitation, he wraps his arms around her waist, burying his nose in the strain of her silver hair. “hello, dear.” he whispers. ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ now he is purposely trying to step on her nerves only to see her being a little bit more realistic. it gives him an odd feeling in a positive way. ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ before he’d carry her in his arm; leading them to their shared chamber. now that there is no one to stand against him and the love of his life, he shall take what has always meant to be his; it’s her. ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ daemon has witnessed the weight that his brother had to carry, and realized how much it had been destroying viserys from inside out. “i have always meant to be yours. so, use me as you wish.” ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ but her behaviors, her manners, and her eyes . . nastya clearly is rhaenyra’s daughter, and no one could say otherwise. “obviously, you could attract many suitors with this gown.” speaking as his sparkling violet hues keep admiring his daughter’s gorgeousness openly. ᅠ ᅠ