#🐲 the dragon in the high tower: daeron targaryen interactions

[neithergodsnormen]

@westerosiqueens liked for a starter from Daeron and gets him for Gwayne

He ran happily through the halls of the High Tower, making his way to the training yard. His nuncle, Gwayne, had promised to train with him this morning, to teach him a few fancy tricks that would impress people in a tourney. To teach him tricks that were fun in a fight. The young Targaryen Prince weaved in and out, avoiding running into anyone who was walking along his route. Daeron ran into the yard, vaulting himself over the low wall of the training ring. "Good morning, Uncle. Ready?" Excitement was palpable in the air and in his voice.

[neithergodsnormen]

@thelittlestrcse liked for a Daeron starter and I give

Highgarden was a relatively short flight from Oldtown. A longer flight than he usually took on Tesserion, but short in comparison to going to King's Landing would be. The realm was on the verge of bloodshed. His father the king was dead and his eldest brother had been crowned instead of the chosen heir, their half sister. So far it was just a war of ravens and dragons, the only thing spilled ink. He did not suspect that it would remain that way for long.

The Tyrells had a babe for a lord, and as such there could be argument for them to sustain their support of Aegon's claim. The Reach would be divided if such a thing occurred. Some would support his brother, and were already referring to themselves as Greens. Others would not march without the Tyrells, for fear that their liegelord would support the Blacks. To raise steel against your lord was a death sentence.

Men and women alike ran around the yard below as Tesserion drew herself up in order to land. The dragon let out a happy trill when he let out a coo of encouragement. She was still growing more use to landing inside of courtyards and deserved all the praise for not breaking anything. The prince dismounted and walked towards a girl who looked more highborn than any others around them. "Prince Daeron of House Targaryen. I come to speak with those who speak in the name of the young Lord Tyrell."

[neithergodsnormen]

@warriorsandladies sent: "Kepa?" A little Maelor asked toddling towards one of his uncles. (Maelor for one of his uncle from warriorsandladies)

Daeron lifted his head at the sound of the boy's voice and his heart ached. The little prince was so young, and he knew that he did have a similar constitution to his eldest brother. Since he had collected Maelor at Bitterbridge the boy had often mistaken him for Aegon, and it broke his heart to try and correct the three year old. "What is it Maelor?" he asked, his arms inviting as he crouched before the child.

[neithergodsnormen]

@quccninchains liked for a starter from Daeron

His blood chilled as he flew towards King's Landing, returning for the first time in so many years. He had no memory of the city, but the sight of the rubble from what he had to assume was the Dragon Pit made his stomach drop and his heart leap into his throat. So soon after Aemond's death... the loss of dragons was something that would be hard to recover from, especially when one did not know yet which dragons had been lost.

Tesserion trilled, and he saw people below scrabbling to hide from sight as their shadow darkened the streets. He flew higher out of caution, not that simple projectiles could break through the tough scales of a dragon. No, only another dragon, rubble or a scorpion bolt to the eye could take a dragon out of the world. He did not want his Blue Queen's wing membranes to take on unnecessary scars, however. The Red Keep overlooked the city and he shifted in his saddle, Tesserion responding and changing course towards the large castle.

Approaching, he saw the only place to possibly land was near the small courtyard. The young dragon carefully descended, and he unclasped himself from his saddle. Daeron cooed softly and rubbed Tessarion's neck as she landed on the roof before the little balcony that jutted out of the second floor into the courtyard. He slid off and braced as he hopped from the roofing to the balcony, the closest route down from the roof. He noticed smallfolk in clothing of servants scrambling away as he took his helm off.

Violet eyes landing on the noble woman that stood, dressed in the black clothing of mourning. The faintest of familiarity stirred his mind as the prince looked at her. "Mother?"

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