A/N HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARVELMYRA! Thank you so much for your constant and unconditional support for this story. It means so much to me. This is not a chapter, more like a few drabbles of Daavos's life, small snapchats of it, so too speak. I didn't manage to get the new chapter ready for today, so I made this instead. Thanks for all your support. Happy BIRTHDAY! :) :)

Emptiness

Before he met her, his life was a never ending misery. He drifted from town to town, his vision blurring with each passing moment he spent bringing a cup of wine to his lips.

There was just this hollowness that never went away. A never ending sadness that he feared would haunt him until the end of his days. His brother. His mother.

Eventually, he manages to pick himself up again- before he meets her- but that emptiness never quite goes away.

Love

When he was still a child he would ask his mother where is his father was. When he would come back, did he love them?

Even though he was a child he could still the pain in his mothers eyes when he mentioned his father and so slowly over the years, he stopped asking.

He hears the whispers, of how he is a bastard, how is father was a thief and a disgusting man.

His mother, kind woman she was, always spoke highly of him, no matter how much pain was in her eyes.

"If you truly love someone," she told him one day, "you never stop loving them- no matter what they do."

Emerald Eyes

She's young.

It is the first thing that Daavos thinks when he first meets the girl- the woman whom everyone seems to be so afraid of. Her chest is still flat, her skin still unscarred, her hair long black and flowing. She is a child but her eyes. They are a colour Daavos has never quite seen on a person.

They are a striking green with small barely noticeable flecks of gold. They are cold and hardened in a way that a child eyes never should be. In that moment he understands what everyone is so fearful of.

This woman (child) would kill anyone who stood in her way and he can tell from the look in her eyes. Most would be afraid, he simply wants to be by her side when she does.

(He doesn't admit it for a long time but those eyes haunt him in his sleep)

Scar

He's known her for three years, and has been by her side for less than that and it is only after two years of knowing her does he first see it. Her scar.

She is a beautiful girl, anyone can tell that she will grow up to be a beautiful woman. He see's the lustful stares and the jealous ones too and somehow he manages to convince himself that she is not as beautiful as they say (Loving a woman like her would be a death sentence).

It is only one day, when they are sweating under the heat of the sun and she is stretching upwards, her tunic sliding up with her and her smooth skin exposing itself does he see it. He tries to divert his eyes-as per usual- but the sight of the long jagged scar stops him.

There is a sudden lump in his throat and his eyes must speak for themselves because she rolls her eyes and tells him to grow up (because fuck she grew up too fast).

Child

She's a child, he tells himself late at night, unable to sleep. She's much more than that. The thought appears in his mind unannounced- and unwanted.

She is more than just a child. She's the most intelligent person he has ever known. The most mature as well, and the most authoritative. She can command anyone to do anything with a simple look.

He loves her.

Family

He has none. Family that is.

His mother is dead along with his brother. His father is. . . gone. He has no one else.

Neither does she. She never talks about her mother-or her father for that matter. Nor has he ever asked (she never asked about his family). When he accepts that he loves her- how much he does not let himself admit- he thinks that maybe, just maybe. . .

They can be each others family.