He knew how to love her.
He knew how to make her feel safe. There in this room, the Lannister was comfortable. Her fingers were scratching his hairless torso while her legs were entwined With his.
The soft beating of his heart was soothing Kyra and she ended up nuzzling his neck. They didn't need to fill the silence That had settled between them for it was not necessary. If words weren't said between the Dragon King and the Lioness, their bodies were speaking another language.
He knew how to love her.
He made her feel important. She was the one he trusted the most because she could see him when he was vulnerable. Only she could understand the unspoken grief That plagued him at night. He simply needed to look into her emerald orbs and allow himself to back into their softness and beauty.
Kyra simply needed to look at him with those loving eyes and smile at him to have Viserys melt away. She was his rock, his anchor in this world and he really wanted her to know this. To know what he couldn't say.
He knew how to love her.
They completed each other perfectly. Although it was easier for her to notice the slight change of mood in him due to their connection, he was far from being unable to do the same. Actually, he had spent enough time With his beloved to decode her.
He knew when she was pretending to be strong or not scared, he knew when she wanted to be left alone or when she needed him to insist. He knew when she was sad or upset. Right now, though, she was happy. He could tell by the way she was calmly giving him her affection.
He knew how to love her.
He couldn't have dreamt of it better.
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