There's something about daeron the drunken that will always make me sad... you're the eldest brother, you should be the examplary son, you should make your father proud and your brothers should follow in your footsteps. you dream, of the future, of the present and the past; you see your family dead, everyone and everything you love consumed by flames. but... maybe it wont come to pass! maybe they're just dreams... OR maybe they're not. so you warn them, you tell them of your dreams and what it means, expect them to listen, to heed your counsel, even if you're just a kid. you expect saving them.
but they dont listen. and as you grow up you begin to realise it truly is more than just dreams. but they dont listen, you warn them and warn them, but they wave it all off as the fanciful creations of an imaginative mind. how can there be dragondreamers if there are no dragons anymore?
so you grow up, the burden of prophecy and doom heavy on your shoulders. the dreams keep coming, and nothing you can do will keep them away. there will be no restful sleep (every night is plagued by dreams of fire and blood), no love will soothe the pain in your heart (who would love a harbinger of death?), nor make you forget the horrors looming ahead. you turn to drink because there's nothing else to turn to. maybe drink will make your forget, when anything else has failed. or maybe it will make you pass out and let you catch a few hours of rest.
but STILL, STILL you're the big brother, still you try to be who you have always known, in the bottom of your heart, that you should be. the saviour of your family. or, if not your family, then just egg, just your little brother egg. you could not protect him from aerion, but maybe you can keep him away from the doom that is that tourney. maybe if you run away from the joust you despise, and take him with you he wont be hurt. a dragon will fall, but maybe it wont be him.
what you didnt expect was that it ended up being your uncle, that his death (murder, others whisper in ignorance) will drown your father in grief and guilt, that your dream has come to pass, but you were too busy swimming in ale to realise what it meant, to save him, save baelor, and save maekar and the rest of your house in the process. and what are you worth, if the only thing that makes you different from any common drunkard are the dreams that you are too useless to interpret? what are you worth if you are the only one able to save your family, but dont manage to?
