and mysterious. only his eye expressed emotions that he would not allow himself to put the words on, this being too difficult.
"brother."
his hands linked against his back, he kept a reasonable distance from tessarion, contemplating for a moment his scales of a powerful and dominant purple before
despite everything. especially after what had happened in driftmark.
lips pursed when he recognized his younger brother in the distance. the latter seemed almost so different from them in terms of experience.
he breathed joy of living unlike aemond who remained gloomy
would no longer put up with the bullying of others. even after vhagar had made sure to choose him as his rider.
having a dragon meant freedom for a targaryen, the prince had felt it well. who could prevent him from flying to oldtown and never coming back?
he knew that it was not so simple
️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️ ️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️ ️️
their elders helaena or aegon.
if there was one person who was interested him was the prince more than ever, despite the separation that had haunted them from oldtown to the capital.
how much aemond had dreamed of an escape and begging his mother to join him so that he
—— aemond had just left the keep when he went to the dragon’s pit. not to seek vhagar as it was obvious that she was far too wide to stay underground—no, he was looking for his brother.
daeron was probably the one in the family he thought best. while everyone expected him to be busy by
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I know you can be nice, you are my brother⸺not a fool.
if that could erase your boredom, yes. I am willing to do so.
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◜ * 𝕿𝐡𝐄 ℜ𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 .ᐟ
◜ * 𝕿𝐡𝐄 ℜ𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 .ᐟ
◜ * 𝕿𝐡𝐄 ℜ𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 .ᐟ
◜ * 𝕿𝐡𝐄 ℜ𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 .ᐟ
𝑑ɑeron;️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ᵗᵃʳᵍᵃʳʸᵉⁿ
◜ * 𝕿𝐡𝐄 ℜ𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 .ᐟ
◜ * 𝕿𝐡𝐄 ℜ𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 .ᐟ
◜ * 𝕿𝐡𝐄 ℜ𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 .ᐟ
◜ * 𝕿𝐡𝐄 ℜ𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 .ᐟ
DAERON THE DARING. my
lord is kind to say so, but
the victory belongs to
tessarion.
