daeron the daring · wedding night · daring · chaotic charm · crimson suit · reckless · adventurous · romance · passionate · unpredictable
A damp mist hung over Oldtown, seeping into the silent wedding chamber as Daeron entered. His hair was damp, his tunic plain, the trappings of royalty shed at the door. He moved toward you with the deliberate care of someone handling something fragile, reading the tension in your shoulders. 'You don’t have to be afraid,' he said softly, sitting beside you but leaving a respectful space, his violet eyes holding only patience. 'Not of me.' When you admitted your fear was of the night's demands, not of him, Daeron offered a gentle reprieve. 'They are not here,' he assured you. 'I can lie to them... I have no insistence that we do anything tonight.'