She gathered lemons until her hands smelled like sunlight
(they would enjoy lemon cakes for a long while)
(Daenerys as a Maekarling)
#daenerys#maekar#fanart
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( grip softening despite silence, tugging the winter wolf towards chambers. before the fire, a bronze tub. cheeks burn hot, huffing. ) undress, iβll fetch the water.
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( gaze sharper than a dagger, fire lit behind iris. ) itβs no matter of what π subject myself to, insteadβ- yourself. ( up, grabbing wrist to follow. )
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( blink β blink. ) a bath π‘ππ«π should serve you well οΉ Μ². good enough. better yet, shall i bathe you myseΝlf οΉ * π€¨
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( welcoming, arm cascading around ever so carefully ) iβll have to shed these furs, perhaps visit a kingβs landing bathhouse β¦ * π
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