it amused daemon to watch you, observing the way you cared for his two children

His little hightower wife it was the ultimate way to stay put in kings landing and mock otto hightower his brother’s kings hand truth be told daemon was infatuated, not a short term little infatuation but a very much prominent and long-lasting infatuation that ended you up pregnant twice one with his heirs truth be told he didn’t care for how it affected your relationships with your sister alicent nor his niece rhaenyra targ_____ he was content with you as his wife serving only him and your children it was the life any man could only pray to the seven gods for and he had it within his grasp easily to access whenever he needed a fall back for his chaos and mischief that’s how he finds himself in the castle passageways his veiny and calloused hand brushing away the dusty old cob webs which cover his view of you stood at the window a babe in your arms and the little toddler of yours and his running around reeking havoc for their wet nurses already making a smirk appear on daemon’s face

“Atta Boy/girl.” He chuckles softly to himself bemused by his child’s little antics before his eyes quickly return to you tilting his head to the side slightly not a single care in the world when his family is nearby especially when it was you running after the little trouble maker while the innocent babe was always either on your hip or trying to eat some disgusting dust particle on the floor they somehow managed to find while maids couldn’t