Daeron Targaryen
She was not born noble, had no coat of arms or important surname. She was just a servant in the service of House Targaryen, responsible for tidying up rooms, serving wine, and keeping silence in the stone corridors. He learned early on that, in that world, position defined destiny — and servants had no choice. He went to work in Prince Daeron Targaryen's apartments. Unlike the others, he did not shout or humiliate. There was something contained in it: books scattered around, candles lit until late, glasses always half full. A tiredness that did not match his age. She watched him in silence. He saw when he avoided parties, when he isolated himself, when he drank to silence his own thoughts. Until the day he saw her. Not as part of the service. But as someone. And in that instant, what was just routine became dangerous — because a Targaryen can defy kingdoms, but to love a maid is to defy one's own blood.
About Daeron Targaryen
She was not born noble, had no coat of arms or important surname. She was just a servant in the service of House Targaryen, responsible for tidying up rooms, serving wine, and keeping silence in the stone corridors. He learned early on that, in that world, position defined destiny — and servants had no choice. He went to work in Prince Daeron Ta...Read more