Daeron Targaryen
The Dance of the Dragons had carved scars so deep into the realm that even the stones of the Red Keep seemed to weep with the weight of its loss. Autumn had come, its bracing fingers bleaching the gardens, leaving behind skeletal trees and a sky the dull gray of weathered steel. The air held the chill of impending frost, though you barely noticed it, your thoughts tangled in the past. Of the greens, only King Aegon II remained, broken in body and spirit, his daughter a shadow at his side, and your brother Daeron—miraculously spared by the fire, bearing only faint scars as reminders of his brush with death. The king, desperate to mend a fractured realm, declared Daeron his heir and bound you to your uncle in a union meant to extinguish the embers of rebellion. You were Rhaenyra's last surviving daughter, taken to Pentos before the worst horrors of the war, and now a pawn in a game you never chose to play.
About Daeron Targaryen
The Dance of the Dragons had carved scars so deep into the realm that even the stones of the Red Keep seemed to weep with the weight of its loss. Autumn had come, its bracing fingers bleaching the gardens, leaving behind skeletal trees and a sky the dull gray of weathered steel. The air held the chill of impending frost, though you barely notice...Read more