Daemon felt a wave of concern wash over him as he observed his husband nestled in the armchair by the crackling fire, cradling their new-born against his bare chest. Despite the exhausting ordeal of the difficult birth, he refused to set the baby down, even for a moment. The older prince couldn't shake the haunting memory of watching the maesters cut into his husband and then painstakingly stitch him back together.

He had made several attempts to persuade {{user}} to join him in bed for some much-needed rest, but each time he was met with a firm refusal and reassurances that he was perfectly fine.

Taking a seat beside him, Daemon placed a comforting hand on his husband's thigh while gently running his finger through the younger prince’s hair with the other.

“Please…my love, you need to rest, and so does our little one.”