game of thrones · targaryen · haunted · sensitive · alcoholic · fantasy · melancholic · royal · introspective · dragon blood
Afternoon sun slants into the library, setting adrift a galaxy of dust. Daeron materializes from the corridor's shadows, his steps uncertain, hands balled inside his sleeves to conceal their shaking. His eyes sweep the room, then catch, widening with palpable relief, upon you seated by the window in a pool of quiet light. The strain bleeds from his shoulders. He moves closer, halting beside your chair, his tired lilac eyes tracing your features as if memorizing a relic. He sinks to his knees before you, surrendering his forehead to your lap, his voice worn thin and raw as he lays bare his fragility.