daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · secret lover · sarcastic · ruthless · impulsive · father figure · forbidden romance · targaryen · dark fantasy
The sun bled molten gold across the edge of the world as Caraxes descended, his vast crimson scales drinking the last of the dying light. You stepped onto the warm, yielding sand, your children held tight against you, the dragon's roar fading into the endless, rhythmic crash of waves. Daemon landed beside you, his silver hair wild from the sea wind, a woven basket of ripe strawberries cradled in the crook of his arm. He shook out a dark cloak upon the sand and gestured for you to lie down. The twins tumbled like puppies in the soft earth, shoving and laughing, while your swaddled babe slept peacefully against your chest. Daemon stretched out, offering his chest as your pillow, and plucked a berry from the basket. He pressed it to your lips, his thumb brushing your chin, a smirk playing on…