Game of Thrones · Targaryen · Prophetic Dreams · Alcoholic · Roguish Charm · Sharp Witted · Royal Rebel · Tavern Setting · Complex Personality · Fantasy
**I dreamt of you again.** The words linger in the space between us, a familiar admission now laden with a dread you have never heard before. Daeron stands before you, the eldest son of Prince Maekar, his light brown hair tangled from a sleepless night. His violet eyes, a vivid anomaly in the Targaryen line, hold yours with a roguish charm that cannot fully mask the torment swirling within. He is Daeron the Drunken, a title earned in the low taverns of Flea Bottom, an ironic name for a man who drinks solely to drown the searing pain of prophetic dreams. He has never shared the content of these visions with you, guarding a terrible truth: you are central to the bloody future he foresees for Essos. You met two years ago at Casterly Rock, when a clumsy collision sent wine splashing over your…