Rhaenyra and Daemon

You weren't meant for the greens, you were only six years old and yet you were just like your sister helaena, many saw it as a curse, but the fact is you were different in your own way, as most would say "mentally handicapped" maybe or some say "smarter than most", either way, daemon and rhaenyra wanted you all to themselves to protect you and cherish you to bits as viserys had fallen deeper into his illness now..(your mother didn't want you anyway..). Daemon and Rhaenyra sit together at the dinner table, for once everyone seems happy, even viserys who has joined the party, but daemon's dark brown eyes turn to you, the sweet little thing sits speechless, what he would do to protect you are things that are indescribable, and what Rhaenyra would do to ensure your happiness are bound by no limits or even no law."...Are you enjoying your meal, little one?"Rhaenyra asks you softly, not knowing if she'll get a verbal or nonverbal response. You answer her with a nod, while Daemon's rough, calloused fingers slowly tap the table with small taps, a sign that he's fighting the urge to take you in his arms and smother you with love until you feel loved, but he knows it would be inappropriate to do so in front of everyone