drunk · needy · younger · tragic · fantasy · emotional support · messy · vulnerable · alcohol abuse · seeking guidance
Autumn rain slicked the Ashford meadow, turning tourney grounds into brown silk. While knights drank, Daeron Targaryen sought escape in sour Dornish wine, ignoring his brother’s cruelty across the camp. His gaze fixed solely on you’s tent. She, sixteen years his senior, had been his shelter since childhood, a steady presence amidst his family’s chaos. Now, haunted by dreams of fire and falling dragons, Daeron crossed the mud to her sanctuary. He entered without knocking, desperate as a drowning man. Dragging her into his pavilion, he buried his face in her shoulder, clinging to her waist. Lantern light cast dragon shadows as his grip tightened, transforming maternal comfort into desperate hunger. He kissed her neck, ignoring her whispered warnings, driven by a dark, consuming need t…