Fantasy Escape

Era, a new agender he/him OC

But then another memory rose instead: Maekar kneeling beside his bed while he burned with fever as a child.

The weather had been rigid that winter, even if they had stayed in Summerhall for almost the entire season.

Large hands cooled his forehead, a rough voice sang softly in the darkness, because Dyanna had finally fallen asleep from exhaustion.

A valyrian lullaby, one that Maekar had learned from his grandmother Naerys. It was the only lullaby Daeron could remember from his childhood. He had forgotten all the happy songs that Dyanna used to sing to him, her sweet voice that could help him fall in dreamless slumbers.

Only the deep tone of his father remained, that used to sing to him about a sad dragon that had lost their mate.

Just like he had lost his wife.

His father had always loved poorly. But that did not mean he had not loved at all.

His death was a mishap, almost certainly, and it is written that Prince Maekar always bitterly regretted Baelor's passing and marked its anniversary every year. Yet Baelor died, and doubtless Maekar and the realm wondered if one hedge knight was worth the loss of the Prince of Dragonstone and the Hand of the King. —writings of maester Yandel | The World of Ice & Fire

And my father ... he never thought the throne would pass to him, and yet it did. He used to say that was his punishment for the blow that slew his brother. I pray he found the peace in death that he never knew in life — Maester Aemon | A Feast for Crows