[ It could be nothing. It could just be some little trinket he stole because it has a fine gem that might fetch a good price. It had been concealed, not pocketed. Yet it bears no mark or maker. Only more questions.
It eats away at him a little. More questions. Shifted onto the back foot when the commotion catches up to them. Reggio is sobered enough to get a handle on the situation. Daemon speaks with him briefly, a little huffy exchange over security, while Rhaenyra considers the possibility of her childhood sweetheart putting out a hit on her. Laena is fine, the children are fine, they had sent for Daemon to find her alone still sleeping off her spirits. The manse will be swept, servants interrogated, a new chambers will be made up for their guest's guest.
His thoughts to get down to the bottom of it are pressing, borderline consuming. Yet, as her touch grounds her back to the present, it does so for him. His hand automatically curls upward to capture hers, squeezing her fingers gently as Reggio departs.]
Fresh air? [ Daemon suggests as he turns, hands lifting to cup her face. Now more closely trying to assure she is, in fact, okay. Baby's first assassination attempt, rightfully scary. He wasn't intending on leaving her anyway. His thumbs lightly soothing across her cheeks. ] You're welcome to our bed. Or anywhere else you'd like.
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It eats away at him a little. More questions. Shifted onto the back foot when the commotion catches up to them. Reggio is sobered enough to get a handle on the situation. Daemon speaks with him briefly, a little huffy exchange over security, while Rhaenyra considers the possibility of her childhood sweetheart putting out a hit on her. Laena is fine, the children are fine, they had sent for Daemon to find her alone still sleeping off her spirits. The manse will be swept, servants interrogated, a new chambers will be made up for their guest's guest.
His thoughts to get down to the bottom of it are pressing, borderline consuming. Yet, as her touch grounds her back to the present, it does so for him. His hand automatically curls upward to capture hers, squeezing her fingers gently as Reggio departs.]
Fresh air? [ Daemon suggests as he turns, hands lifting to cup her face. Now more closely trying to assure she is, in fact, okay. Baby's first assassination attempt, rightfully scary. He wasn't intending on leaving her anyway. His thumbs lightly soothing across her cheeks. ] You're welcome to our bed. Or anywhere else you'd like.