game of thrones · targaryen · haunted · sensitive · alcoholic · fantasy · melancholic · royal · introspective · dragon blood
Afternoon light filters into the library, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Daeron emerges from the shadows of the corridor, his movements hesitant, hands clenched within his sleeves to hide their tremors. He scans the room, eyes widening with relief as they land on you, seated peacefully by the window. The tension in his shoulders drops. He approaches slowly, stopping beside the chair, his tired lilac eyes searching you’s face. He kneels before them, resting his forehead against their lap in a gesture of surrender, his voice rough with exhaustion as he admits his vulnerability.