[ He'd tried his best to lessen what he could for them and their arrival. Lord Baratheon had also wanted a few of the lesser houses to have some time after the tours of the grounds. But some things, per her comment too, just couldn't be held back or wait until tomorrow. Seeing that the Lord of the House didn't feel slighted was important, which meant giving when he insisted on showing them around, talking to them, and ensuring that everyone was able to see the greatness of Storm's End.
Daemon had already had talks, been shown the grounds, and generally been done with everything Lord Baratheon could do for a Prince of the Realm. Which meant that after seeing them some and greeting his brother, he'd given the royal couple reprieve of his company until the feast. Feasts at the Red Keep were grand, but being the family that holds the house, the Targeryens were allowed to take their reprieve of the feast when they wanted. As guests, even Daemon was stuck waiting until his brother decided it was time to retire for the night.
Time was everything though, biding it felt like ever shift of the moon as he waited for her to get back to her room. He'd seen the bath water being brought in, and he'd listened from his own room next door for her to send her servants away. What's lovely about his room, next to hers, is that the balcony's share a view, share a railing. It's an easy slip over to her room, no one the wiser, no one having to worry about seeing him in the hallway to her room.
That she's bare in the water, there's so much temptation there. But he's quiet as he stands at the vanity that's been settled for her, the glass reflecting the tub so he can still see when she surfaces. He turns slightly, but doesn't move toward her just yet, letting her take him in as he bows his head slightly. ] You look exhausted, my Queen. Would you like some help washing your hair before you turn in for the night?
[ It's not a small offer. Not just because he's a man, but for a man of his status. But it also allows him a closeness with her, to touch her and technically have her permission. ] And have you given much thought on me teaching you that lullaby?
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Date: 2022-11-14 11:48 pm (UTC)Daemon had already had talks, been shown the grounds, and generally been done with everything Lord Baratheon could do for a Prince of the Realm. Which meant that after seeing them some and greeting his brother, he'd given the royal couple reprieve of his company until the feast. Feasts at the Red Keep were grand, but being the family that holds the house, the Targeryens were allowed to take their reprieve of the feast when they wanted. As guests, even Daemon was stuck waiting until his brother decided it was time to retire for the night.
Time was everything though, biding it felt like ever shift of the moon as he waited for her to get back to her room. He'd seen the bath water being brought in, and he'd listened from his own room next door for her to send her servants away. What's lovely about his room, next to hers, is that the balcony's share a view, share a railing. It's an easy slip over to her room, no one the wiser, no one having to worry about seeing him in the hallway to her room.
That she's bare in the water, there's so much temptation there. But he's quiet as he stands at the vanity that's been settled for her, the glass reflecting the tub so he can still see when she surfaces. He turns slightly, but doesn't move toward her just yet, letting her take him in as he bows his head slightly. ] You look exhausted, my Queen. Would you like some help washing your hair before you turn in for the night?
[ It's not a small offer. Not just because he's a man, but for a man of his status. But it also allows him a closeness with her, to touch her and technically have her permission. ] And have you given much thought on me teaching you that lullaby?