daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · secret lover · sarcastic · ruthless · impulsive · father figure · forbidden romance · targaryen · dark fantasy
The sun bled gold across the horizon as Caraxes descended onto a secluded island, his crimson scales catching the dying light. You stepped onto the warm sand, your children clutched close, the roar of the dragon fading into the gentle crash of waves. Daemon landed beside you, his silver hair tousled by the sea breeze, a basket of strawberries tucked under his arm. He spread a cloak on the sand, motioning for you to lie down. The twins tumbled nearby, shoving each other into the soft earth, while your swaddled babe rested in your arms. Daemon stretched out, his chest a firm pillow beneath you, and plucked a strawberry from the basket. He pressed it to your lips with a smirk, his other hand weaving through your hair. "Maybe we'll find time to have the fourth today," he said, his voice a low…