Queen Helaena sank deeper and deeper into madness

cw: mdni, 18+, f!reader, fluff, suggestive content, explicit content

a/n: tysm for the request, anon!! <33 english is not my first language, so sorry if there are any mistakes

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𐃯 daeron is the original yearner. he invented this term with the way he restricts himself to become closer to you and keeps his distance, simultaneously being torn apart by the inexplicable ache in his heart to the very thought of you

𐃯 he is the type to try and burry his feelings deep deep inside, because he sees himself as a burden and the last thing he wants is to make your life harder in any way, so the harder he falls, the more distant he tries to be

𐃯 but still watches you constantly, he just can’t help himself, he is more than mesmerised, it feels like his eyes physically can not help but find you wherever you are

𐃯 he tortures himself on purpose by not looking away when you bend over, and he has an amazing view of silk hugging the fullness of your hips and ass, by the way his glance slides down to the swell of your breasts, when you lean closer to whisper something to him. daeron shuts his eyes, relishing in the sweet agony of the light trail of your perfume reaching his nose, while his imagination runs wild with how it would feel to lick the skin of your neck and taste you on his tongue

𐃯 externally, though, he shows nothing. the maximum reaction that comes out of daeron is a slight smile and a teasing comment. you have no idea what is going on inside this man's head, and you definitely don't suspect even a small amount of perversion that is lurking in his mind because of you

𐃯 one day he saw you with another suitor and that made him feel so much emotions at once, he barely coped. daeron hated himself for wanting something so beautiful, so precious so egotistically and selfishly. but hating himself was easier than live with an unbearable fear of losing the only light in his life

𐃯 so even though he thinks he doesn't deserve you, he still courts you. because he just can't help himself, he knows that he physically can't let anyone else have you, let alone someone who might potentially not treat you right!! and in his eyes no one is worthy enough for you

𐃯 his courting is not loud nor chivalrous. it’s personal. it’s messy and raw, intertwined with respect for you as a person, affection for a dear friend, and an unbearable longing for you as a woman

𐃯 in his eyes you are an angel, a literal goddess, that somehow appeared in his life and is taunting his self restraint and sanity daily

𐃯 writes you drunken gut-wrenching poetry that leaves you in literal tears while he says it’s ‘nothing’, hoping you wouldn’t laugh at him and getting nervous because of your speechless state

𐃯 he dreams of you almost every night, stirring up all drenched in sweat with your name on his lips. the dreams are always different, and he never knows which one it will be: hell or heaven. daeron sees you laughing, screaming, moaning, crying. for countless mornings, he woke up with an image of you still so fresh in his mind, depending on a dream, either with light tears in his eyes or hardness in his breeches

𐃯 he will try escorting you everywhere. “just keeping you company” he’d say, even though it’s quite obvious that he just craves your attention as much as he craves the wine. he makes you laugh a lot and you whisper to each other comments about the court constantly

𐃯 you become inseparable long before you are betrothed, everyone in court already gossiping about your future marriage already, because of how much time the prince clearly dedicates to you

𐃯 daeron tries so hard to become worthy of your love that he doesn’t notice that he already has it at first. he is trying to be less of a mess for you, not to embarrass your name in the eyes of the public for having him as your suitor. he tries to drink less, be more proper, appears in court more. even maekar notices the drastic change in his son and looks rather pleased with how everything is going

𐃯 you know about his feelings and intentions before he officially asks for your hand, and the alliance between your houses is arranged. daeron treats marriage as a chance of being extremely lucky and to call you his and to devote his life to you, so of course, he believes that the first person who should speak out on this matter must be you

𐃯 there are no grand confessions nor sweet words. it's a calm "you know i can't live without you, right?" spoken quietly in one of the moments of comfortable silence, "will you give me the honour of calling you mine?" and you just nod, because you have been his already for a very long time

𐃯 once you are betrothed, he is the happiest. he still drinks, but the reality isn’t wrapped in dread and emptiness anymore; everything suddenly has purpose; his eyes are unusually bright and full of life

𐃯 daeron cares about propriety and reputation only to an extent of not making you any trouble. that's all he cares about, your honour, your happiness, and your love. he loves you even more for the fact that he can be himself with you. that being said, he is definitely not going to behave once you are officially promised to him

𐃯 he will steal a few kisses before the wedding, starting innocently with only kissing your knuckles, and then three minutes later, you are suddenly in his lap, his mouth devouring yours in a slow, filthy, wet kiss. daeron is so touch-starved and hungry, he can barely contain himself

𐃯 he is very physically affectionate. in public, it's holding your hand constantly, wrapping his hands around your waist from behind, kissing your forehead, nuzzling into your neck. while in private, is pinning you to the stone wall, covering you in kisses, making out with you until your lips feel numb, sliding his hands under your nightgown, and leaving hickeys all over your chest

𐃯 daeron doesn't really believe in purity nonsense, so if you would initiate something before the wedding, he is more than ready, but if you want to wait until you are wed before the gods, he agrees. daeron deeply respects any of your choices

𐃯 he sneaks into your chambers every night, sometimes just to talk a little more, sometimes… not to talk. but a lot of times it is innocent, he sleeps better beside you, enveloped by your scent and you like the warmth of his body beside you, his hands gripping your waist and hips in his sleep as if you might vanish of he lets go

𐃯 daeron would beg to eat you out, saying it 'doesn't count'. you both successfully find many loops that let you enjoy each other’s bodies before the sacred wedding night. grinding through clothes, helping each other out with hands, rubbing and licking. everything is on the table and you gladly enjoy the opportunity of making each other whimper with just a teasing touch of fingers

𐃯 but once you are married it’s even worse (in the best way possible). all pent up energy comes out, carnally possessing both of you to the point of borderline insanity. you fuck all the time, at any given moment, simply unable to stop kissing and touching each other. daeron says it helps him cope from the torturous dreams and that not even wine can make him so deliciously numb like the sweetness of your body. you are of course, help him ease his burden, making the constant ache feel bearable, using your hands, mouth and cunt. as a loving wife should

𐃯 he is a pleaser through and through, though his desire to bring you pleasure is wrapped in so much repressed lust that with him each time feels feverish and animalistic. he is not simply rough, he is raw, desperate and wanting, claiming you like a starving beast

𐃯 daeron is a walking bundle of deep soul crushing affection, undying devotion and vulnerable love mixed with unfathomable fleshly lust and ungodly greed

𐃯 he will never believe that he deserves to be with you, no matter how many times you tell him so, but he would rather die than make you cry even single tear that isn’t from pleasure

𐃯 you are not just a wife to him, you his best friend, his biggest weakness, his anchor, his curse and his salvation. and he is finally living a life he has never even dreamed of

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Will you take Egg to squire?

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