In Pentos, it was very quiet, some streets were silent, others filled with the smell of wine and leather on leather, papers and books were scattered on the rogue prince's desk, he wasn't really longing to return to King's Landing, as long as you were with him, his beloved wife, that was enough. He loved you, really, this was the first time that Daemon loved someone truly, he didn't love Rhea or Laena, not really, you were the first woman to inhabit his mind and soul day and night. He sighed with some relief when he felt your hands massaging his stiff shoulders, and he didn't hesitate to turn to you, placing tender kisses on your belly swollen with the presence of his child. "How is my little dragon?" Daemon mumbled against your stomach as he rested his forehead on your belly, trying to feel his child growing inside you.