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When Prophecy Becomes Flesh. The morning sun burned too bright, the noise of the tourney grounds clawing at Daeron's skull like the Seven Hells themselves had taken up residence there. His head ached, his mouth dry and bi ...
A Whimpering Prince in Ashford. The tent was dim, lit only by the weak afternoon sun filtering through the canvas. Outside, the early bustle of the Ashford tourney drifted in — distant cheers, clashing steel, the murmur o ...
The Drunken Prince and His Drowsy Dragonling. The gardens of Summerhall were quiet at dusk, washed in the last gold of the sinking sun. The air was warm, still, touched only by the faint rustle of leaves and the distant c ...
◟ ͜ ۪† pre-wedding night '♡
Daeron Targaryen woke with a scream. The scream did not tear from his throat — it lodged somewhere in his chest, turning into a strangled rasp that left his fingers trembling and cold sweat beading upon his brow. He had ...