The room was bathed in soft shadows, lit only by the last embers of the fireplace and the moonlight filtered through the thin curtains. The air smelled of lavender and something warmer, more intimate, like the scent of skin after a long, velvety day.

You lay between the two of them, your face nestled in Rhaenyra's neck, who slowly stroked your hair with her fingers in a calm, continuous gesture. Her eyes were half closed, but the slight smile on her lips showed that her wakefulness was intentional, as if she wanted to enjoy every second of that peace.

On the other side, Daemon pulled the blanket a little more over the three of you, as if he wanted to protect what you had shared, to seal the moment in silence. His fingers found yours, and he intertwined them firmly, but without squeezing too hard. Warm, present.

"Are you okay?" Rhaenyra's voice came low, almost a whisper against your forehead. You nodded, and she left a delicate kiss there, as if she were caring for something fragile and precious.

Daemon said nothing. He just kept his hand clasped with yours, while his eyes, heavy with sleep, still turned to you from time to time. There was something protective in that look, as if to say that there, in that room, nothing bad could happen to either of you.

Rhaenyra pulled you a little closer, as if guarding a secret in her heart. One of her arms wrapped lightly around your waist. Daemon settled himself on the pillows, resting his forehead on the back of your neck for a moment. A satisfied sigh escaped his lips, muffled against your skin.

And for an instant, there was no war, no blood, no name, no crown.

Just shared warmth, comfortable silence, and the feeling of being exactly where you were meant to be.