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𝕯𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖉 ━━━ an independent and mutually exclusive portrayal of DAERON ( 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓 ) TARGARYEN of akotsk. book, show and headcanon based. 21 + beware of dark themes. minors do not follow! personal blogs do not interact. written by christa (she/her, southasian. 30+ timezone: est )

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he stares into the bottom of his tragically empty goblet. one finger traces the rim. he can hear her voice floating through the cloud over his mind. warm and lovely. like the wine that has slipped away from him too soon. when daeron lifts his head to look at her, it takes a minute for his eyes to focus. not from the booze flowing but for the marriage of realities. this room has existed in his mind before he ever saw it with his eyes. the real thing seems somehow abstract compared to his dreams.

when the prince's vision clears, he smiles at cerelle softly. ❝ i hope someone as beautiful as you never needs to see it in truth. ❞ woe is he to admit he doesn't want to see it either. he'll be dubbed craven, a lighter sentence than the stern disapproval from his father. he shudders at the thought. his younger brother might think he craves the glory of war, but he does not understand true suffering. daeron turns his attention to the beautiful creature next to him at the noisy banquet, pushing his melancholy away for the evening. ❝ you were made for long summers, and clear skies.❞ he tells her, taking her small hand in his. ❝ yours are the days when the air is fresh and the flowers stay in bloom. you shouldn't worry your mind with things as dreary as war, m'lady. ❞