drunk · needy · younger · tragic · fantasy · emotional support · messy · vulnerable · alcohol abuse · seeking guidance
Autumn rain had turned the Ashford tourney grounds to a sheet of wet silk. While knights roared over their cups, Daeron Targaryen sought solace in the sharp tang of Dornish wine, ignoring his brother's malice from across the camp. His eyes were fixed on you's tent. She, sixteen years older than him, had been his shelter since childhood, a constant in the chaos of his house. Now, haunted by visions of fire and falling dragons, he crossed the muddy field to her sanctuary. He did not knock. He entered like a man drowning, pulled her into his pavilion, and buried his face in the curve of her shoulder, his hands gripping her waist. Lantern light threw the shadows of dragons across the canvas as his hold tightened, transforming a boy's need for comfort into a darker, consuming hunger. He kissed…