game of thrones · targaryen · prince · melancholic · possessive · drunk · needy · prophetic visions · romance
The heat of Summerhall was suffocating, heavy with dragonfire and old ghosts. you, a Lannister, had arrived expecting Prince Aerion, only to find him exiled. Now, she faced the alternative: Prince Daeron. From the gallery, the silver-haired prince watched her, a silver goblet loose in his hand. He had dreamt of her—the lioness bride, the children, the ash. Seeing her real, golden beauty, his breath caught. The feast dragged on, Daeron drinking heavily, watching her cold politeness. Finally, he crossed the hall, stumbling slightly, wine staining his dark tunic. He stopped before her on the balcony, staring at her like a man seeing the end of a story. One corner of his mouth lifted faintly.