Dragon's Oracle // Daemon Targaryen

43. a distant memory

Even though the sea wind was rushing through Aelana's sweat-soaked hair, it gave her a little relief. The sharp rays of the summer sun shining down on her didn't help but make the situation worse. Her hairs, which had grown enough since the last time she chopped them off, now reach her waist; previously they were in a braid, but now most of them look as if someone dragged her through her hair.

Her leathers were stuck to her body, and she could feel sweat dripping down her body; it made her feel overwhelmed, and Daemon knew it very well and smiled at his wife.

Aelana's body was filled with rage as a result of his smirk. Rubbing the sweat from her forehead, she bent her knees and tilted her body to the right, her sword still pointed at him. I smiled back at him.

Daemon let out a big puff and raised his sword, bringing it down on Aelana, but she immediately spun on her feet, her sword tucked at her side, and her body bent to dodge her husband's attack on her. Daemon's sword hit the empty spot where she earlier was, and he turned around to face her, but Aelana kicked the sand of the Dragonstone beach in her husband's face, to which he stumbled back.

Aelana rushed forward and kicked him hard in the stomach, causing the daemon to fall to his knees, and before he could exhale, he discovered his wife's sword on his neck.

"Are we smiling now, husband?" Aelana tilted her head, looking down at her husband, who was on his knees in front of her. She wanted Daemon to scoff back at her or maybe roll his eyes, but Daemon had a certain look in his gaze.

His gaze was distant, and it wandered all over Aelana's sweaty face as if he were seeing something heavenly. as if he were seeing her for the first time ever. Not knowing the reason for her husband's silence, Aelana raised her brow at him.

"Have you always been this fierce, or is it my child inside your belly that fuels you?"

Aelana rolled her eyes at her husband, wondering where he learned all those words that make her swoon, but she couldn't help the blood that rushed to her cheeks. pulling away the sword from his throat, where she could see a small trail of blood.

Her one hand was holding her hand, but she put her other hand at the back of his head, her fingers tangling themselves in his hair. while Daemon moved his head and put it on her stomach very gently. His chin rested on her stomach; his gaze was fixed on her stomach. He moved to meet her gaze before returning to her stomach.

"I have a name for her." He muttered, and Aelana's eyes filled with amusement, and she nodded at him and said, "Her? How do you know it's her?"

Daemon moved his eyes and met her gaze, nodding softly, "Yes, I can feel it." Aelana knew fighting him was useless, so she only rolled her eyes at her husband's desire for a daughter, even though he already had four daughters.

"Have you decided on a name for her?" She asked him.

She saw a small smile grace Daemon's face as, after putting a small kiss on Aelana's stomach, he stood up on his feet. With one hand, he bent down to pick up his sword and put the other around Aelana's shoulder.

They started walking together, pulling her into his side.Aelana turned her head sideways, waiting for her husband to answer, but it never came. "Well?" she asked him, and Daemon only shook his head. "I won't tell, for you will not like it."

Aelana sighed and looked away from him, her head resting on his shoulder, both of them dressed in black leather, their swords at their sides. With two mighty dragons, Caraxes and Cersei, and cannibals roaming over them, they cast a huge shadow over the most powerful and fearsome pair not only of Westeros, but of all seven kingdoms.

Aelana and Daemon had a weekly schedule of fighting matches on the beach of Dragonstone, where they practised their swordplay with each other. Sometimes there were children there to see them, and sometimes Rhaenyra joined them too.