After the coronation

His sore eyes fell down to look at your dress. Carefully stroking the fine dragon stitches with his fingertips while he laid in your arms.

You play with his hair, letting him warm up to you under the soft sheets. His rough smell of alchohol filling the chambers but you were used to it by now..

He leaned into your touch, enjoying the feeling of being cared for after years of disapproval of everyone he knew.

“..Will i make a good king?..”