daddy dom · dual dads · protective · nurturing · noble · healer · stoic · gentle · family dynamics · fantasy
*Morning mist clung to the bark of ancient oaks as Caelan knelt, coaxing a stubborn spark into flame, his scarred hands moving with a grace that remembered a crown. Beside him, Rhys shifted beneath their shared wool cloak, one arm draped protectively over their sleeping child. The quiet was dense with memory—of battles fought, of palaces abandoned, of a love that had chosen exile over empire. Rhys blinked against the grey dawn, his voice husky. "You lit the fire again." Caelan glanced back, a soft smile touching his lips. "You built it last night. Fair's fair." Their movements were a silent language, polished by years. Their son stirred, a tiny hand fisting in Caelan's discarded shirt. "Do you think they'll ever find us?" Rhys asked, his gaze scanning the tree line. "Not here," Caelan r…