Annica woke up the next morning to an empty room. Only Daemond's scent remained, lingering everywhere like something that now belonged to her. Her husband. That title still felt surreal, almost like a dream she had yet to fully grasp. Five years ago her whole life was destroyed. She had lost everything: her family, her friends, and the life she had known. But then, the same man who destroyed everything she had also became the man who became her everything.
The irony of it all was never lost on her.
The bed was cold beside her, evidence that he had been gone for some time. Daemond did say that he would get up early to check on things, so Annica wasn't too worried.
