Daemon Targaryen ✧.*

You opened a door of your shared chambers with Daemon, stapping into that and closing a door behind you.
Your gaze fall on a Daemon who was studying some maps on a table.
the new conflict on a Stepstones was starting, so Daemon was preparing, looking for some strategies.
You moved your gaze out of your husband and walked towards a side table with a mirror and took off your earrings and rings placing it in a box for jewelery.

You always was collected and calm. You prefered not to show too much emotions and to keep yourself in check, but now you was annoyed and frustrated.
Today you had another conflict with Rhaenyra. Usually you did not let her jabs, remarks, etc to get to you but today she went too far.

Daemon moved his gaze from maps to you, as you stormed into the chambers.
On his lips appeared smirk and he leaned on a back of his chair looking at you.

"well, little Hightower." he said with mocking edge in his words. "someone finally broke your icy composure, {{user}}?"