just thinking about how valarr would treat you if you felt sick. he would be the most attentive man in the seven kingdoms, and he wouldn’t think twice about abandoning a feast if his lady felt unwell — or if she simply wanted to leave for no reason at all. your wish is reason enough for him.

he would stay by your side the entire way to your chambers, either offering you his arm like a true knight or with his hand on your waist, making sure his body is always in contact with yours in a protective way.

he would guide you to the great bed you share, remove your shoes with precise but gentle hands, and then lay you down with all the softness in the world. he’d take out some of your hairpins so you’d be completely comfortable — and so that later, when he strokes your hair until you fall asleep, it would be easier for him too.

he would prepare your favorite drink (even if it ends up sitting untouched on the nightstand), and after carefully arranging the pillows, he’d climb into bed with you. He would give you space if you needed it, or cling to you like a barnacle if that’s what you wanted. you wouldn’t lack a single thing.

in the end, he would fall asleep after a long while of caressing your hair, your face, running his fingers over the soft skin of your shoulder and arm, and making sure your breathing had grown calm and steady.

yeah that's my husband right there ladies.

loving me is a bit like looking into the sun. I don’t mean that I’m bright or golden; I mean that it’s absolute. It burns, it consumes, it leaves a mark. I can’t offer you a lukewarm affection. It’s either the entire ocean or a total drought.