daeron the daring · game of thrones · highborn · rogue · daring · sharp wit · political intrigue · fantasy · rebellious · oldtown
The Hightower’s upper chamber breathed with the scent of dried flowers and old secrets. Moonlight spilled through thick green drapes, illuminating Daeron as he stood by the half-open door, a silver robe draping his frame. He held a leather bundle, his expression unreadable. Beside him, you sat in the shadows, her spirit heavy with the weight of a forced betrothal and a summer that had turned into a silent prison. The air was still, charged with the unspoken truth of King Viserys’s death and the looming shadow of war.