The kefta was not a shield, it was a constant reminder of how little she was worth in the eyes of so many, which was why it wasn't a very difficult decision to unbutton it and let it slip from her shoulders. Beneath it she was wearing a linen shirt neatly tucked into a pair of trousers.
She leaned forward to rest her forehead against Daemon's, her eyes closing as she let out a gentle sigh, tension easing out of her body little by little.
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Date: 2023-05-03 08:41 pm (UTC)She leaned forward to rest her forehead against Daemon's, her eyes closing as she let out a gentle sigh, tension easing out of her body little by little.
"Yes."