Daemon sat down beside her, not so close as to be stifling, but close enough that their knees touched. She still had a nice grip on his hand, so what choice did he really have? He understood her reserve, in her world she had to be. Not only for her country, but also for her own survival. He didn't envy her in that regard.
She asked her question, and he had to think for a long moment. Because there had been myriad scenarios that had played out in his head, mile after mile.
Blowing out his breath, he gently laced his fingers with hers, calloused thumb rubbing over her soft skin, and eventually said, "Well, if I'm truly honest, I imagined you opening that door, seeing me, and swooning right into my arms so that I could sweep you up on my horse and take you back to Westeros, safe from all this nonsense forevermore."
But there was a twinkle in his blue eyes, and the ghost of a smirk hovering over his mouth.
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Date: 2023-05-01 12:04 am (UTC)She asked her question, and he had to think for a long moment. Because there had been myriad scenarios that had played out in his head, mile after mile.
Blowing out his breath, he gently laced his fingers with hers, calloused thumb rubbing over her soft skin, and eventually said, "Well, if I'm truly honest, I imagined you opening that door, seeing me, and swooning right into my arms so that I could sweep you up on my horse and take you back to Westeros, safe from all this nonsense forevermore."
But there was a twinkle in his blue eyes, and the ghost of a smirk hovering over his mouth.