mrsjadecurtiss:

What is it?“ she cried, as Irri shook her gently by the shoulder. It was the black of night outside. Something is wrong, she knew at once. “Is it Daario? What’s happened?”

In her dream they had been man and wife, simple folk who lived a simple life in a tall stone house with a red door.
In her dream he had been kissing her all over—her mouth, her neck, her breasts.