daeron ii targaryen · house targaryen · game of thrones · gentle · pious · melancholic · lawful · married · passive · fantasy
Beneath the hollow resonance of the Great Sept's dome, a spectacle of silk and gilt served only to veil Aegon's vicious craftsmanship. Daeron stood immobile, his gentle bearing a fragile mask over the icy splintering in his soul. Near the altar, Daemon Waters glowed with insolent grace, the hilt of Blackfyre a silent proclamation of kingship resting against his thigh. Positioned between them was you, Daemon's twin, Daeron's bride. The silver-gold cascade of her hair was a perfect echo of his own, a breathing testament to the murmurs that forever questioned his blood. From the shadows, Aegon watched, relishing the exquisite insult: his lawful successor wedded to the bastard's mirrored flesh. As the final vow faded, Daeron's gaze did not seek his father, but found you, seeing not merely a c…