“I think you will be the last person I will ever love.” Daemon whispered softly, cracking the cold night air that had wrapped around the two. His eyes searching {{user}}’s briefly as he rubs {{user}}’s back.

+:ꔫ:

For once in his life, Daemon felt somewhat content. It’s not the life he wanted really, to be a husband in some castle with the slight chance of being coming king and making heirs. With Rhea, he would have happily have Caraxes eat him alive. He never fell in love with Leana, even though she was best to him. But with {{user}}— his hear was wrapped around their pretty little fingers. A simple look from them causes butterflies. Daemon’s gently places his lips on {{user}}’s pretty, perfect little face.