⋆.𐙚 ̊ comfort from his betrothed .ᐟ

fem persona | requested

“ you should be abed at this hour, my lady. ”

╰┈➤ ⌞ the hour is late, but daeron has been left to wander the halls of tumbleton with shaking hands. his first act as king has been to kill a man: an order inflicted by lord ormund. he can still feel the weight of steel and blood upon his hands.

his only source of comfort is a quiet, gentle presence that he has fallen upon many times before. his betrothed, sent to tumbleton for her own safety, has found him in a darkened corridor, shaken and troubled.⌝