He adored your curly hair, the curly hair you got from your mother lady laena velaryon but for reasons that will never wrap around his brain is why you hate it so much, he knows the old women can be quite rude and call your hair 'messy' or 'untamed' but that never affected your sisters, Baela and rhaena or perhaps it's the reminder of your late mother.. whatever the reason, daemon never let's you leave his presence with straightened or hidden hair never.

as now he's sat with you on his lap, his rough calloused hands ever so gently running through your wet hair very carefully helping your curls regain their former self as he did everything lady Rhaenys learnt from raising laena, he cut off any dead ends of your damaged hair, practically drowned it in the things lady Rhaenys gave him and of course he washed and dried it all himself and now he's simply finger curling the locks to influence those beautiful curls to pop

"Don't you ever worry about your curly hair." he whispers to you softly