『 : ̗̀➛Two parts of a whole, destined to find their second half, and when the sun finally sets on them, the last ember of hope glows in their eyes. ☄. *. ⋆ 』
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It felt incredibly good to actually sit by the fire. It warmed his bones, and the crackling sound it made was soothing to his ears. He wondered how he ever believed himself to sit by it while drowning in the ice-cold water.
It took time for him to become aware of himself. He sat with his back leaned onto Caraxes' side. The dragon's warmth enveloped him, making him alive. He disliked the idea of being half awake, for it reminded him of his days after the war in Stepstones. A melody filled his ears, a soft hum coming from the lips of someone nearby. He immediately thought it was Daenerys, but he quickly realised she was not awake as her body lay beside his.
"Dae..." he whispered. His voice barely got out of his lips; it was more of a sigh. His eyes were blinking on their own, and his sight slowly adjusted to the dim light of the campfire. After listening a bit longer, he realised it was not a melody; it was talking.
Visenya was talking to her siblings. She was telling them a story, and all of them were listening. Aemma sat in her lap; her eyes were slowly closing as she fought to stay awake. Rhaegon and Maekar sat together, covered with one cloak. Baelor sat a few feet away, staring into the flames with a distant look in his eyes. He held Tristan in his arms, gently rocking him back and forth.
Daemon tried to push up to sit properly, but his body felt heavy and his muscles weak. He groaned and tried again, this time somewhat successfully, propping himself up on his elbows.
Visenya immediately stopped.
"Father," she gasped. She sat Aemma aside and made her way towards him, concern etched on her face. "Are you alright?" she asked, reaching out to help him sit up properly.
Daemon gratefully accepted her help, allowing her to support him as he settled into a more comfortable position. "I'm fine," he assured her, though his voice was strained.
She pulled him into an embrace, making sure he was steady before releasing him. "You scared us," she admitted, relief evident in her eyes.
He smiled weakly, appreciating her care and concern. "I'm sorry, princess."
Little Aemma got up on her clumsy feet and started wobbling towards them and around the fire, her tiny hands reaching out to touch Daemon's face. She suddenly fell forward onto her knees and hands, then tried to get up, but her big head kept her off balance. Daemon immediately jumped forward to catch her before she could fall into the fire.
Maekar, who was watching it happen, gasped loudly. The commotion scared the little girl, causing her to burst into tears. Daemon quietly scooped her up and placed her on his lap.
