『 : ̗̀➛Two parts of a whole, destined to find their second half, and when the sun finally sets on them, the last ember of hope glows in their eyes. ☄. *. ⋆ 』
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After managing to lull the last of her crying children to sleep, Daenerys sat by their bedside, quietly admiring their petite faces. They were all just perfect, and it was hard for her to believe they were hers. She could wrap her mind around the fact that those little ones were her own flesh and blood, something she and Daemon did.
To see them so hurt and scared broke her heart. The way their little faces looked so broken and vulnerable tore at her soul. With a heavy sigh, she stood and blew out the candles, all except one, for Alyssa could not sleep without a small source of light. Daenerys gently tucked the blankets tighter around her children and kissed each of their foreheads.
Then she quietly left the nursery, leaving the door slightly open, just in case. As she walked down the hallway, Daenerys couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. She wished she could protect her children from all the pain and suffering in the world, but she knew that wasn't possible.
Slowly, she opened the door of her bedchamber and stepped inside, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. The soft glow of the bedside candle welcomed her, casting a warm and comforting light throughout the room. But the bed was empty, and it took her some time to spot Daemon by the window. He stood there, gazing out into the night with a distant look in his eyes. Daenerys approached him quietly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
He let out a deep breath, one that he seemed to hold in for quite a while. But he did not turn to look at her; his gaze was fixed on the darkness outside. Daenerys could sense the weight of his thoughts and the burden he carried in his silence. She knew that words alone would not be enough to ease his troubled mind, so she stood by his side, offering her silent support and understanding.
"I am sorry," he finally murmured, his voice barely audible. The pain in his words resonated with Daenerys, and she could feel the depth of his remorse. She squeezed his shoulder gently, a gesture of comfort and reassurance. "I failed."
"Yes," Daenerys replied softly, her voice filled with compassion.
"I hurt them, my own children..." he whispered, his voice trembling with anguish. Daenerys could see the weight of his guilt weighing heavily on him, and she knew there was nothing she could really do to stop it.
"You have made mistakes," she said gently, "but you still have the opportunity to make amends and learn from them. Your children need you now more than ever."
He sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping under the weight of his remorse. Daenerys reached out, placed a comforting hand on his cheek, and gently guided his face to meet her gaze. "Remember, failure is not the end," she reassured him.
