Daemon grins. "Why do you think Corlys comes to me? He doesn't want his daughter wed to a man her grandsire's age."
He's starting to think himself something of an aid to maidens, keeping them out of the clutches of old men. This view of himself will persist until the moment it's inconvenient.
His hand moves over the side of her body, amused and aroused by the shape of her, the dark excitement on her face. His eyes flutter shut at her grip, relaxing into it, but his voice rasps out, "then give me a son."
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Date: 2022-08-27 11:43 pm (UTC)He's starting to think himself something of an aid to maidens, keeping them out of the clutches of old men. This view of himself will persist until the moment it's inconvenient.
His hand moves over the side of her body, amused and aroused by the shape of her, the dark excitement on her face. His eyes flutter shut at her grip, relaxing into it, but his voice rasps out, "then give me a son."