Ruin Me

Chapter Forty Four

(A/N: This is the second last chapter. I hope you enjoy. XxD)

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Daenyra was gazing out of the blurred windows in her rooms as she stared down at their assembled army. It was a sight that left her awestruck, a true triumph at what they had accomplished in such a short time. Her hands rested on the windowsill as she felt the chill radiate off the icy glass made cold by the wind. She still wore the basic tunic, leather vest and trousers that she had donned when her sister came calling, her hair falling in a braided braid down her back.

"Your sister and her Dragonseed bastard have taken flight. They return to Dragonstone," came her husband's voice as he entered their room, shedding his leathers and sword belt until he was in a similar garb to his wife.

"Addam of Hull is perhaps the most agreeable of the three that were chosen," she remarked, her attention still on the window and the views beyond it.

"You have told me little of them."

She waved it off. "Hugh Hammer is too quiet. His silence makes me uneasy. And Ulf White is exactly the oaf that his name sounds like. I was home barely a day and I already pressed a blade to his heart. I have no care to speak about any of them."

"As you wish," Daemon replied as his arms began to snake around her body.

Daenyra inhaled a peaceful breath as she leaned back into her husband's embrace, his nose coming down to nuzzle her neck. One hand rested on her hip whilst the other cupped under her breast, her hands covered his.

"You did well today," she praised almost sleepily. "Reassuring Rhaenyra. I half thought she wouldst order your head to be put on a pike for kneeling before me rather than her."

His hold on her tightened ever so slightly. "You believed that little of me that you would think me incapable of such a small task?"

"No," she smiled, her eyes drifting shut. "But I know my sister. She has as little tolerance for disrespect as I do. Though, I believe she knows well that you are untameable to anyone but I."

"Oh, so not only do you think little of me, but now, you think me as nothing more than an animal to be tamed?"

Her laugh was a welcome sound. She did not laugh enough in his opinion and he savoured every moment that her laugh was because of him. "You are worrisome tonight if you do not take heed my words of praise. I mean only to say that you have impressed me, both in your task of assembling this army and in placating my twin."

Daemon grazed his teeth along the column of her neck before he nipped at her earlobe. His hand cupped her tit and the tips of the other slipped beneath the waistband of her pants. "Put your hands on the window," he ordered and her spell of peace was broken.

"What?"

"I said –" he pressed a kiss to her jaw. "Put your hands on the window."

"Daemon, they would see us," she pointed out as he kissed at her neck, her head tilting to the side to give him more room.

"You act as if the thought of being seen has not made you wet for me before."

"Daemon," she chuckled chidingly, but it was without heart.

"Put your hands on the fucking window, Daenyra," he ordered again, harsher this time.

It was perhaps when they were alone that would be the only time when Daenyra followed Daemon's orders. And this was but another time that she did so as she shivered when her hands were placed upon the cold and ancient glass.