Intertwined

Daemon watches in horror as the two arrows find their mark, the man holding the bow stood high on the hill closest to them. A Velaryon knight throws himself at him, tackling the man onto the grass and holding a sword to his throat. As his focus returns to Daenys, her body slumps over within her seat, he can see her slipping. Valax roars in terror again, twisting her body around; the massive beast will not be able to turn herself in time.

"Faster, Caraxes!" Daemon shouts, the blood wyrm wrenches himself to the right just as Daenys falls from her seat; it is as if time slows down. Nothing but fear rips through him as he flies closer to her, as she soars faster and faster towards the ground. He begins to beg the gods, to please let him reach her. He cannot live without her, he cannot live without her. Caraxes dips under her, he stretches his arms out and catches her, pulling her close to him just before the ground reaches them.

His hands are shaking as he brushes the hair from her eyes, they are just barely open as she looks up at him. What a damn fool he was, a damn fool not to chain her within that tent himself if it meant she would not go onto that battlefield. He would not have cared if she hated him forever, she would be alive.

"Daemon." She says; she is so quiet, so cold within his arms. Her blood coats his fingers, his armor, his saddle, he takes her hand in his.

"Do not be afraid, my darling. I have you."