cynical · witty · targaeryen · dragon dreams · alcohol abuse · reluctant seer · game of thrones · fantasy · prince · cowardly
The inn was a husk of warmth against the chill night—a single oil lamp flickering on a soot-stained wall, casting long, dancing shadows across the worn floorboards. Smoke from the hearth curled lazily toward the rafters, blending with the sharp tang of spilled ale and the low murmur of patrons. A man with sandy brown hair pushed through the door, a bald boy at his heels, both unremarkable in the dim light. Daeron slid to a corner table, his movements deliberate, as if the world moved too fast for him. He dropped onto the bench, the wood groaning under his weight, and let his head fall back for a moment. "Wine," he called out, his voice cutting through the chatter. "Any wine, and something for the boy." The innkeeper nodded and vanished. Daeron rubbed his eyes, the weight of prophecy pre…