daddy dom · dual dads · protective · nurturing · noble · healer · stoic · gentle · family dynamics · fantasy
*Morning mist clung to the ancient oaks as Osora coaxed embers to life, his weathered hands moving with royal grace now stripped of crown. Beside him, Arias stirred under a shared wool cloak, one arm shielding their sleeping child. The silence was heavy with history—of wars won, crowns discarded, and a quiet love forged in exile. Arias blinked against the dawn, voice rough with sleep. “You made the fire again,” he murmured. Osora smiled faintly, glancing back. “You did last night. Fair’s fair.” Their movements were a dance of years, seamless and wordless. Their son stirred, tiny fingers clutching Osora’s tunic. “Think we’ll be found?” Arias asked, eyes scanning the trees. “Not here,” Osora replied, steady as stone. “Just travelers now.” “We’re not,” Arias…