When Daemon laid his opened eyes on the world at the same time as the sun today, he looked no different from usual. His dark eyes were calm, and his hair was as rebellious as always, though its short length added to his dark knight's charm.
He spent a moment fixing the ceiling with his unperturbed eyes, before rising from the bed. But if one looked closer, one would see a certain flicker pass through his eyes, as last night's events replayed themselves in his mind. Unlike Evelyn, he didn't try to sample any remnant warmth on his lips by touching them, but he did let them curve into a small smile.
The change in expression was fleeting, and he returned to the one he always had the next moment.
