Unwired»» Daemon Targaryen

Chapter Eight

Eleanora's Pov
How ironic it was for me to be dressed heavily in a black gown watching the funeral for the man I never loved to be burned. How ironic for that very day for it to be raining when I loved it. Like a symbol that I was finally free to be myself.

Both me and my sister were widows, she was sobbing more then me. Holding herself. I could pretend I was crying with the rain, throwing a single flower into the flames watching them flash and spark in the iris of my brown eyes.

Everyone speaking on how amazing Visere was, they never knew the truth of him and my sister. I carefully pulled the lace of black gloves further across my hands. We all gathered on the grand hall for a little light music and sad chatter among the people.

I rested my hand over my bump when people passed me they bowed their heads in silence or in grief. Looking at my bump with pity, not knowing my child's father was alive.

I was drinking a glass of some warm tea setting the empty cup away, I turned around taking a couple steps back my shoes hitting against the stone floor. Her eyes narrowing as she spoke in a shaky trembled voice.

"I know you have something to do with his death Eleanora.. He was an amazing hunter, A hunting accident they said there was a huge hole in his chest! How are you this calm after our husband died." She sobbed out pointing her fingers at my chest.

I gave her a look full of pity before a few ladies in waiting rushed over to hug at her ushering her form away. My heart was speeding away in my chest. It was like a lot of pressure.

I turned around for a moment when I felt a hand on my lower back. It was aching leaving Daemon who muttered to me quietly.

"Your sister is a deep cunt, she didn't love him." I faintly chuckled exhaling.

"This whole funeral has had me on edge pretending to care for this man." I muttered even more towards Daemon. Rubbing at my bump was the only thing that brought me comfort from the wandering eyes and hush whispers of the courts.

"After tonight no worries will be raised upon us for a while. We will be married in no less time." I looked into his eyes, the way he would stare and study my scar. He gazed from me, his fingers lightly rubbed over it my eyes shutting in place.

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My eyes stayed shut the glowing motion of the candles and fires flickering around us. Just a few people surrounded me and Daemon. Claded in a white and red dress, I felt the light motion of Daemon pressing the blood splatter across my forehead.

My eyes snapping open to focus on him while he dragged his fingers down from my forehead all the way down my nose to my lips. I kissed at his finger tips, dipping my own fingers to press the blood to his temple trailing it down over his nose across his lips.

I could feel the movement of his lips twitching slightly in a fondness while focused on me. Watching the way his hands then cupped at my jawline, bringing me closer to him pressed his lips to my own.

Locked into a passionate firm kiss. My hands held at his jawline back he leaned his head down brushing his nose across my own.

The vows had been taken between the both of us in the ways of valyarian the way Daemon wanted it to be for the both of us. To be married out of love and not for the politics of it all.

We both parted from the kiss, I felt this surge of happiness going through my chest. I looked at him the way he looked me, stroking the back of his hand one of my face.

"Ñuho glaeso hūrus, Avy jorrāelan." I listened to his high valyrian like I was in a trance from the husky tones of his voice. I repeated back in a quiet tone.

"I love you too." His hands moved away from my face to rest over my bump rubbing and holding it through the fabric of the dress.

"I love you too." He spoke to the bump with a loving stare looking at me with a longing stare.

Nuho glaeso hurus, Avy jorraelan- Moon of my life, I love you