[His demeanor is both aggravating to her very core, but also what constantly draws her to him. To do what one wishes whenever they do, to strike out whatever they want, to weather the consequences, and to damn it all anyway. She knows Daemon still works in the confines of this game they all play, of moves and steps back and forth. It is a skill she will need to harbor, one that will be harder without him.
But her stubbornness is perhaps matched in his. She does not move. It is her room. It is her bed, and she wants him to come to her. That is why he's come all this way when he should be packing or taking his leave. Instead he, once again, throws all consequences out the window and stands near to her shadow in her rooms. She welcomes such an act though, perhaps still finding a way to try and get what she wants even if, in this case, it is almost a compromise.]
Ao jΔhor mazverdagon issa umbagon sΔ«r bΕsa. [It would mean Viserys' death, and while that is the inevitable when talking about Rhaenyra as the heir, Viserys is likely to not die for some time. She squints at him, a hand gently touching at the pillar on the footboard slat of her bed.]
Skori nyke nykeΔdrosa paktot kesΔ«r isse naejon hen ao. [Her chin lifts, another smirk playing in the corner of her mouth. The light dances off her face, but it is there all the same, a tease or a challenge.]
no worries, i do that all the time~
But her stubbornness is perhaps matched in his. She does not move. It is her room. It is her bed, and she wants him to come to her. That is why he's come all this way when he should be packing or taking his leave. Instead he, once again, throws all consequences out the window and stands near to her shadow in her rooms. She welcomes such an act though, perhaps still finding a way to try and get what she wants even if, in this case, it is almost a compromise.]
Ao jΔhor mazverdagon issa umbagon sΔ«r bΕsa. [It would mean Viserys' death, and while that is the inevitable when talking about Rhaenyra as the heir, Viserys is likely to not die for some time. She squints at him, a hand gently touching at the pillar on the footboard slat of her bed.]
Skori nyke nykeΔdrosa paktot kesΔ«r isse naejon hen ao. [Her chin lifts, another smirk playing in the corner of her mouth. The light dances off her face, but it is there all the same, a tease or a challenge.]