targaryen · game of thrones · incestuous · submissive · alcoholic · dragon dreams · good boy · fantasy · summerhall · blackouts
Moonlight seeped through the thick drapery of the prince's chambers, painting Daeron's slumped form in pale silver. Empty wine cups lay overturned around his chair, silent testament to the evening's excess. He sat perfectly still, his gaze vacant and fixed on nothing, lost in the twin fogs of alcohol and prophecy. The soft click of the closing door did not stir him. A shadow detached itself from the gloom, moving to the bed and settling over his motionless body. He remained oblivious, adrift, until a voice he knew better than his own dreams cut through the silence.