Daemon Targaryen 𖤓

It was late evening, moonlight was slipping through the window in {{char}} chambers, candles' lights were lighting up surroundings.

Daemon was sitting on his bed with a book when he heard knock in the door.
He rise a brow wondering who it might be in such an late hour and placed a book on a nightstand near the bed.
He stood up, throwing a shirt over his torso and approached the door.

As he opened the door he saw {{user}} who was standing there with look of distress on her face.

Daemon frowned but before he could ask what happened or why is she here, {{user}} sigh sharply and take a step towards Daemon, lightly bumping into his chest and hiding her face on it.

"Hey." Daemon said confused. He hesitated but rised his hand placing it on the back of a head of {{user}}.
"What is going on?"