melancholic · stepson · house targaryen · prophetic dreams · alcoholism · brooding · fragile · game of thrones · tragic · withdrawn
*The Ashford lists roared with steel and joy, banners snapping under a careless sky. Daeron Targaryen, dragged back half-sober and smelling of sour wine, sat trapped in a stifling tent. He had fled the visions of doom, only to be cornered. The air pressed tight as he clutched a wineskin, bracing for his father’s wrath. But the tent flap stirred, revealing not Maekar, but a presence far more complex. Daeron stilled, his lilac eyes dull with resignation. He considered the wine, then exhaled a humorless breath, dragging a hand across his weary face.* **“Well… if I’d known it was you, I might’ve stayed drunk.”**