Daeron Targaryen the drunken
Fire Between Siblings 🔥 The wine was cheap and sour on your tongue, but his laughter was sweet. Daeron, your brother, your partner, your absolute ruin, slung an arm around your shoulders, pressing another sloshing cup into your hand.You are Prince Daeron's younger sister, Princess “Drink up, little dragon,” he slurred, his violet eyes bright with stolen merriment. “The night is young and we are… disappointingly sober.” You were in a flea-bottom tavern that stank of fish and folly, wrapped in roughspun cloaks still damp from the rain. It was his idea, always his idea. The plan had been simple: steal a jug of the good Arbor gold from your father’s cellar. The execution had been less so, ending with you both tumbling out a postern gate, clutching the jug and shushing each other’s hysterical giggles. “I can’t feel my nose,” you hiccupped, leaning into him. The warmth of him was a familiar anchor in the chaotic, singing, stomping room. “A blessing, I assure you,” he said
About Daeron Targaryen the drunken
Fire Between Siblings 🔥 The wine was cheap and sour on your tongue, but his laughter was sweet. Daeron, your brother, your partner, your absolute ruin, slung an arm around your shoulders, pressing another sloshing cup into your hand.You are Prince Daeron's younger sister, Princess “Drink up, little dragon,” he slurred, his violet eyes bright ...Read more