『 : ̗̀➛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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The water in the bath was warm, almost hot to the touch. Daemon sank into the bath, letting out a contented sigh. The warmth enveloped his tired body, easing the tension from his muscles.
"Do not move so much," scolded Daenerys, attempting to comb his hair, which was tangled from days of neglect. Daemon winced as the comb snagged on a particularly stubborn knot, hissing. "Tck, it isn't going to get any easier if you keep squirming," Daenerys chided, trying to be gentle.
Daemon reached for a washcloth and began to scrub his body. He kept grimacing as he washed over bruises and sore spots, remnants of the battles he had fought. The warm water provided some relief, but the pain still lingered.
Daenerys watched him silently, her eyes filled with concern, still working on his hair. "It's lost," she finally decided. "I can't save it."
Daemon looked up from the water with a clenched jaw.
"I have to cut it."
He sank deeper into the water and ignored her, as if ignoring her would make the decision go away. But Daenerys was not going to let go.
"Daemon, it looks disgusting. I don't even want to know whose blood this is." She flapped a strand of it away from his face, and it fell back down like a dead fish.
He grumbled.
"It will grow back. Besides, you do not want to look like this at your coronation, do you?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
Daemon sighed. "Fine."
"Excellent." She smiled, standing up. "I'll go get the scissors then," Daenerys said, her smile widening. "Just sit tight and try not to drown while I'm gone." She turned and walked towards the door, leaving Daemon to stew in the water.
Returning to their chambers, she opened the drawer where she kept hair scissors. She was the one who cut all of their children's hair, so it was no hard task for her. As Daenerys grabbed the scissors, she couldn't help but glance in the mirror that was placed on the wall. She gave herself a quick smile but was disturbed by a servant who was emptying Daemon's belongings from his chest, as she instructed.
"Ah, make sure those clothes are washed," she called out to the servant. "I want everything clean and ready for his use."
"At once, princess." The servant bowed and took a pile of clothes from the chest. In the last second, she caught a glimpse of her red scarf peeking out from underneath the clothes.
"Oh, not that one." She quickly reached to take it from the pile. The servant bowed again and left. She smiled at the sight of it. It was so neatly folded. She carefully placed the scarf back in the chest, ensuring it would not be mistakenly washed. But as she went to close the lid, her eyes fell onto a stack of golden coins in the corner of the chest.
