a akotsk hc offering? was watching "waking up from anesthesia" silliness on youtube & wondered how the boys would react to milk of-the-poppy addled S/O not recognizing them at first? Maybe she/he wakes up to them holding their hand or petting their hair & is like "whomst the fuck?! my husband will take your hand for that. fuck off"
Who would be amused/charmed & who would be determined to prove their identity?
I’m, quite frankly, obsessed with this idea. So cute. Thanks for the offering! :)
Includes: Baelor Targaryen, Daeron Targaryen, Aerion Targaryen, and Dunk!
𖤓 Baelor is the first person to suggest that you receive milk of-the-poppy for your ailments, always your staunch advocate. He kneels at your bedside, a firm hand grasping yours, and when you wake, he smiles gently. "Hello, my dear. Are you feeling well?" He expects you to be a little out-of-it, but finds himself wholeheartedly shocked (and amused) at your appalled state: sleepy eyes widening, hand yanking away from his hold. When you mumble something about the impropriety of a strange man, he huffs a small laugh through his nose. "Perhaps a smaller dose for the lady next time, yes?" He politely suggests to the Grand Maester, before gently reminding you that he is, in fact, your husband. If you still cannot comprehend the fact, he kisses you on the forehead before leaving you to your sleep. He doesn't think it prudent to force himself on you.
𖤓 Daeron, leaning against your bedpost upon being called into your chambers, at first thinks it's quite funny when you demand to know who he is. He lays himself on the bed next to you (probably a bit inebriated himself). "Come now, don't be ridiculous." He sighs with a lazy smile, reaching for your hand. "You sound like me after a flagon of wine." When you flinch, an earnest confusion in your eyes, any trace of amusement drops instantly from his face. Hurt by your momentary disdain, he instantly sits up again, voice softening to almost inaudible levels. "Darling, it's me. Your Daeron," he insists, and wants to reach for your hand again, but doesn't. He's gone from bemused to insecure in a heartbeat, but his overarching concern for your well-being takes precedence. "I can't say I do not empathize with waking up frightened and confused," he mumbles, more to himself than you. With some reassurance from the Grand Maester that, yes, this will wear off, he sighs in relief and leaves you to your recovery. His ego's a bit bruised, but ultimately he's able to shrug it off if the medication means your troubles will be relieved.
𖤓 Aerion, when you look at him with a puzzled expression and ask what he's doing there, is utterly insulted. His mouth pulls into a sneer as he turns to the Grand Maester. "What's wrong with her?" He demands, one hand on the hilt of his sword and the other frantically palming your forehead. "Have you given her enough of this to sedate a fucking giant?" When your confusion persists, you see a brief flash of concern behind his cutting gaze, and he finally kneels at your side. "I am your husband." He says to you simply, delivering another withering look to the Grand Maester before turning to leave. "If upon my return she still cannot recall my face, someone is losing their head."
𖤓 Dunk is by far, the most distressed. When you instruct him to "get his gargantuan hands" off of you, he backs away immediately with an expression of confusion that rivals your own. "My lady?" He says softly, doing everything in his power to make himself appear smaller at your bedside in an effort to not frighten you. "It's... It's alright. Please. It's only me." His hands fidget restlessly near you, desperate to hold you and reassure you, but he knows that could make things worse. Upon realizing he is harmless, your volatility dissipates, but you still cannot place his face. You apologize, and he visibly relaxes, his broad shoulders sinking in relief. "That's quite alright. I hope, at the very least, that your pain is being relieved." And with that, he leaves, anxiously awaiting your return to your senses. When you do, you both have a hearty laugh about it. At least this time, laying hands on a noble did not result in a battle for his life.
that's it! hope that satiated your curiosity, and as always, my requests stay open!
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