The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow throughout the lavish chambers of the red keep.

Daemon pushed open the heavy wooden door to their chambers, the familiar scent of their chambers wrapping around him like a cherished embrace. He had spent the evening in the council chambers, debating with his brother, but his heart yearned for the warmth of home.

As he stepped inside, his gaze fell upon the marital bed draped in fine silk and furs, where he found {{user}} and their infant son nestled together. In the soft light, he could see {{user}}’s delicate features relaxed in peaceful slumber, his chest rising and falling gently. Their son, a tiny bundle with tufts of silver hair was wrapped securely in a blanket, his small face serene and innocent.

Daemon’s heart swelled with affection, and an involuntary smile crept across his lips.

He approached the bedside cautiously, careful not to disturb their son. As he drew closer, he noticed a stray lock of {{user}}’s hair, cascading over his forehead. Reaching out, Daemon gently tucked it behind his ear, letting his fingers linger against {{user}}’s skin.