thedaringprince

[thedaringprince]

Daeron slowly arose from his bed... in Winterfell as he made his way to the room where he had heard voices and laughter.... even possibly even food. His walk was heavy, and it weighed a lot more than it should've and he knew he should be in bed. But he missed Benjen and Ellyn. Espeically Ellyn. He made his way into the room, as he saw everyone look at him... as he hesitated, but breaking the silence, only Rhaenya could help him. He sat down... not being able to make eye contact with anyone but putting his head down on the table... Daeron heard his twin's word, and she was right, he should've stayed in bed, "I wanted food.... that's why I'm here..." Only small chuckle could be heard from his sister, as he looked up at Ellyn, "You won't be killing each other right... he's my best friend.... now..." His words slightly slurred, maybe the alcohol hadn't wore off yet. As his made for food, he looked at the tea in front of him. He took of a sip of it... as he made a sour face... the Prince took a piece of bread as he ate... and he looked at Benjen, "It seems there is a worth, of being here now. I do feel extremely happy to come visit you... and of course," Turning to Rhaenya, "And you too," He looked at Ellyn, "I'm sorry, I promise I tried to come back... and write you letters, but I guess... it is Northern tradition to keep the love ones close," as he smirked by looking at Benjen and then to Rhaenya. The prince was about say something else, but he couldn't only a laughter could escape his lips... as he smiled at his new friend... Benjen.

A Storm Riding North

(Starter part of @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood)

For @thedaringprince, @thefallenprincesss and @benjen-mormont

Daeron Targaryen had promised her that his trip north would only take a fortnight. Three weeks at the most. He had kissed her goodbye so sweetly, promised he would give Rhaenya her love and that he would be home to her as soon as he could.

That had been more than a month ago.

Ellyn knew it was driving her mad. Her chief lady's maid Kaya had been snapped at more than once. Maris and Floris had both hear Ellyn bite at anyone who'd asked her where Daeron was, or when he'd return. She missed him. She wanted her husband home. She'd heard rumors, of some plot involving Lord Tully and her sister Maris, and some sort of confusion between which sister was betrothed to which Lord....

and Benjen Bleeding Mormont.

Ellyn was trying to keep her temper, to keep herself calm and as ladylike as the court expected a Prince's bride to be. But after another sleepless night, a night was looking mournfully over at the latest gift Daeron had given her, that beautiful yellow gown, and she could no longer take it. By morning, she had paid for passage North to White Harbor, had her mare Aella loaded, and two of her father's guards joined her.

She was going the Winterfell...

To get Daeron herself.

"Winterfell, my lady." Said one of her Guardsmen, Brus, points to the great keep. They had just come over a hill, and Ellyn's breath caught as she finally got to see the Great Keep. This was her dearest friend's home now, and it was beautiful. Sprawling and grey, the top of the weirwood tree peeking over the walls, Winterfell was truly a sight to behold.

"Let us go then." Ellyn pulls her hood away from her face, the chill of dusk kissing her face and flushing her skin pink. She could feel her lips begin to tremble. Seven bleeding Hells, it really was cold here, even at this time of the year. She had not worn warm enough clothes for this mess.

As the sun sank lower, the wind grew colder and Ellyn and her guards ride closer to Winterfell, she was growing more annoyed. Daeron had better have a VERY good reason for lingering here for so long.

A stable boy rushed to meet them, and she asked him to tend to her dear lady Aella, as the mare was not used to the cold, nor were her guards' horses either. Before her escort was even able to accompany her, Ellyn was taking off. She walks past the guards and servants of Winterfell, most of them startled to see the Storm Pearl charging toward Winterfell's great hall, where their Lord, Lady and guests were dining. Ellyn didn't even stop to consider the mud at the hem of her dress and cloak, or her windswept black curls coming loose from her braids.

The steward let her in, and escorted her right to the high table. Ellyn curtsied to Lord Cregan, trying to at least be respectful to him. It likely wasn't his fault. She'd often heard of Cregan's honor. He'd have at least made Daeron write to her.

"Hello dear ." She looks at Rhaenya, sighing as her shoulders slump. "I'm sorry for arriving without notice, but I could not delay. Your brother... if someone would be so kind, and explain to me what in the SEVEN HELLS is going on, I would be most grateful."

[thedaringprince]

Daeron felt Ellyn's hands wrap around his head, he felt relaxed as he laid into his arms. There was nothing more than feeling comfortable as she started to just caresses his hair.

He didn't want to leave her, he couldn't leave her. There was something that he felt... he couldn't. Daeron wrapped his arms around her hip, not letting her move. He knew that he had to let go at some point, but he didn't want to... there was nothing more than never leaving the woman you love. He slowly got up slightly tipsy and wobbly as he looked at Benjen and then to Ellyn. "I want to kiss you... but I do not wish to get my alcohol lips on your precious lips." He mumbled... Daeron walked over to Benjen, "This is my lovely wife, I was talking to you about..." he slurred his words, "she is the most gorgeous, beautiful and kind person... but she might not be so kind to you... after you kidnapped me..." he giggled. He came back towards Ellyn as he held her wrist... now not wanting to leet go again.... "I wish to be with you... I missed you... I wish to be with you forever and ever and ever ! and have a big family and about 12 children!" he slurred his words, as if it was it was his wedding vows. The prince could see his twin-sister laughing in the background, the unrealistic lifestyle wanted. Rhaenya looked at her brother and her friend. "Ellyn would be so grateful to take Daeron to his chambers.... and I will take the big bear to his... I think it is best that we end this night..." Her voice was sweet, but stern, as she walked over to Benjen to help him up. Daeron clung onto Ellyn for dear life, as he slowly walked towards his chambers... and Rhaenya helped Benjen to his....

A Storm Riding North

(Starter part of @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood)

For @thedaringprince, @thefallenprincesss and @benjen-mormont

Daeron Targaryen had promised her that his trip north would only take a fortnight. Three weeks at the most. He had kissed her goodbye so sweetly, promised he would give Rhaenya her love and that he would be home to her as soon as he could.

That had been more than a month ago.

Ellyn knew it was driving her mad. Her chief lady's maid Kaya had been snapped at more than once. Maris and Floris had both hear Ellyn bite at anyone who'd asked her where Daeron was, or when he'd return. She missed him. She wanted her husband home. She'd heard rumors, of some plot involving Lord Tully and her sister Maris, and some sort of confusion between which sister was betrothed to which Lord....

and Benjen Bleeding Mormont.

Ellyn was trying to keep her temper, to keep herself calm and as ladylike as the court expected a Prince's bride to be. But after another sleepless night, a night was looking mournfully over at the latest gift Daeron had given her, that beautiful yellow gown, and she could no longer take it. By morning, she had paid for passage North to White Harbor, had her mare Aella loaded, and two of her father's guards joined her.

She was going the Winterfell...

To get Daeron herself.

"Winterfell, my lady." Said one of her Guardsmen, Brus, points to the great keep. They had just come over a hill, and Ellyn's breath caught as she finally got to see the Great Keep. This was her dearest friend's home now, and it was beautiful. Sprawling and grey, the top of the weirwood tree peeking over the walls, Winterfell was truly a sight to behold.

"Let us go then." Ellyn pulls her hood away from her face, the chill of dusk kissing her face and flushing her skin pink. She could feel her lips begin to tremble. Seven bleeding Hells, it really was cold here, even at this time of the year. She had not worn warm enough clothes for this mess.

As the sun sank lower, the wind grew colder and Ellyn and her guards ride closer to Winterfell, she was growing more annoyed. Daeron had better have a VERY good reason for lingering here for so long.

A stable boy rushed to meet them, and she asked him to tend to her dear lady Aella, as the mare was not used to the cold, nor were her guards' horses either. Before her escort was even able to accompany her, Ellyn was taking off. She walks past the guards and servants of Winterfell, most of them startled to see the Storm Pearl charging toward Winterfell's great hall, where their Lord, Lady and guests were dining. Ellyn didn't even stop to consider the mud at the hem of her dress and cloak, or her windswept black curls coming loose from her braids.

The steward let her in, and escorted her right to the high table. Ellyn curtsied to Lord Cregan, trying to at least be respectful to him. It likely wasn't his fault. She'd often heard of Cregan's honor. He'd have at least made Daeron write to her.

"Hello dear ." She looks at Rhaenya, sighing as her shoulders slump. "I'm sorry for arriving without notice, but I could not delay. Your brother... if someone would be so kind, and explain to me what in the SEVEN HELLS is going on, I would be most grateful."

[thedaringprince]

Daeron was drunk... this was one of the best times, he had in the North. It had been so long since he had been this heavily drunk, and he was wrapping his arms around Benjen. All the things that Benjen were saying were quite funny to him as he gave a drunking laugh. "Yeah~ it was Ellyn... and I tried to explain... but you wouldn't listen, you impatient bastard," he laughed. There was something that Daeron and Rhaenya did when they were drunk. Giggle. They giggled a ton and laughed. There was something that he couldn't explain why he couldn't explain. Everything just felt so funny when he giggled, he felt so light and just everything was fun. All the things that Benjen did was funny to him. All his voices were funny to him as he nearly fell off the chair. Daeron grabbed the sides as he pulled himself up and nearly putting himself over the table. Before he could sit himself up back up, his eyes trailed up as Rhaenya and Ellyn came in. His beloved, she was glowing. She was just the angel that had walked in. He nudged Benjen, "That's her-- that is my wife," he whispered. No matter how drunk he was, he was going to do anything disgusting he had seen other men do. Daeron was about to stand up as Benjen pulled him down to whisper. He looked over at Benjen gently holding his face, "She won't kill you... I don't think...." he slurred his words. He didn't mind, he kinda chuckled as he thought to himself, it would be quite funny to see his friend get beat up by his beloved wife. "Ellyn, I'm sorry!" he started to walk towards his wife as he started to get on his knees. "I apologize my wife-- for not getting back into your arms..." He made a slight side-eye towards Benjen... "I made a new friend... his name is.... um... Benjen..." he laughed... his words slurring. "But I am okay!" He giggled. He saw his sister roll her eyes, he knew how pathetic, he looked. But he was trying to get his wife back... and that's all that mattered to him.

A Storm Riding North

(Starter part of @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood)

For @thedaringprince, @thefallenprincesss and @benjen-mormont

Daeron Targaryen had promised her that his trip north would only take a fortnight. Three weeks at the most. He had kissed her goodbye so sweetly, promised he would give Rhaenya her love and that he would be home to her as soon as he could.

That had been more than a month ago.

Ellyn knew it was driving her mad. Her chief lady's maid Kaya had been snapped at more than once. Maris and Floris had both hear Ellyn bite at anyone who'd asked her where Daeron was, or when he'd return. She missed him. She wanted her husband home. She'd heard rumors, of some plot involving Lord Tully and her sister Maris, and some sort of confusion between which sister was betrothed to which Lord....

and Benjen Bleeding Mormont.

Ellyn was trying to keep her temper, to keep herself calm and as ladylike as the court expected a Prince's bride to be. But after another sleepless night, a night was looking mournfully over at the latest gift Daeron had given her, that beautiful yellow gown, and she could no longer take it. By morning, she had paid for passage North to White Harbor, had her mare Aella loaded, and two of her father's guards joined her.

She was going the Winterfell...

To get Daeron herself.

"Winterfell, my lady." Said one of her Guardsmen, Brus, points to the great keep. They had just come over a hill, and Ellyn's breath caught as she finally got to see the Great Keep. This was her dearest friend's home now, and it was beautiful. Sprawling and grey, the top of the weirwood tree peeking over the walls, Winterfell was truly a sight to behold.

"Let us go then." Ellyn pulls her hood away from her face, the chill of dusk kissing her face and flushing her skin pink. She could feel her lips begin to tremble. Seven bleeding Hells, it really was cold here, even at this time of the year. She had not worn warm enough clothes for this mess.

As the sun sank lower, the wind grew colder and Ellyn and her guards ride closer to Winterfell, she was growing more annoyed. Daeron had better have a VERY good reason for lingering here for so long.

A stable boy rushed to meet them, and she asked him to tend to her dear lady Aella, as the mare was not used to the cold, nor were her guards' horses either. Before her escort was even able to accompany her, Ellyn was taking off. She walks past the guards and servants of Winterfell, most of them startled to see the Storm Pearl charging toward Winterfell's great hall, where their Lord, Lady and guests were dining. Ellyn didn't even stop to consider the mud at the hem of her dress and cloak, or her windswept black curls coming loose from her braids.

The steward let her in, and escorted her right to the high table. Ellyn curtsied to Lord Cregan, trying to at least be respectful to him. It likely wasn't his fault. She'd often heard of Cregan's honor. He'd have at least made Daeron write to her.

"Hello dear ." She looks at Rhaenya, sighing as her shoulders slump. "I'm sorry for arriving without notice, but I could not delay. Your brother... if someone would be so kind, and explain to me what in the SEVEN HELLS is going on, I would be most grateful."

[thedaringprince]

The prince heard his jokes, but he didn't care he wasn't laughing. He was in front of him almost dead and he wasn't going to be on the hands of murder in the North. Especially in the North. He wasn't going to ruin any reputation for this, especially after all the things that his sister did. His hands lingered on Benjen hoping he wouldn't fall, he cared, he might've been or sounded like a bastard here and there. But his excuses were indeed understandable. Daeron rolled his eyes, "I'm not useless as you think I am," he looked at the bear. There was a slight joking tone in his voice. He was going to get the full truth out of Benjen and he was going to be sure about it. He looked at Benjen, "Are you sure... you are fine?" He tilted his head, knowing how stubborn his was, he was going to make a joke about it. The prince followed Benjen to where ever he was going to lead them to... the cellar? drinking? The last time he had fully gotten drunk was with Aegon...and it was his first time getting drunk... to the point he couldn't walk. He had to be strong. He couldn't make a fool of himself in the North. Daeron continued to repeat that in his head, before he heard Benjen calling for him. He quickly caught up to stand beside him... as he looked at him. "So where exactly are we doing now... you said I could go home..." He missed his wife, he missed her more than anything... he wasn't going to do anything... he just wished he was in her arms at the moment... Benjen went straight to the cellar as he started to looked the different alcohol drinks... Daeron watched from afar. He was going to let him choose. "I would love to celebrate... but I wish to go home tonight, loverboy, and we can share a kiss before we go," he joked, a smirk appearing on his face. "If only that's what you wish,"

˚❅⋆ A FOOLPROOF PLAN (THAT IMMEDIATELY FALLS APART) ⋆❅‧

(Starter with @thedaringprince)

A week had passed since Benjen left Riverrun. A week since Edrick chose to remain with the Tullys. A week since fate first slipped its thread between Benjen’s teeth. Daeron had been here just as long—starry-eyed, all smiles, tripping through the North with the wonder of a child set loose in a world too vast to hold. Benjen had seen it before, Southerners enchanted by the raw, untamed beauty of his home. But none quite like him.

His mistake had been thinking Daeron soft. At first glance, he was all golden curls and courtly manners, a storybook prince with doll’s eyes the color of a summer sky. But there was steel beneath the silk. Benjen had seen it in the way he carried himself, in the sharp glint of intelligence flickering behind his awe. That only made the game more interesting.

But fun was only part of it. Benjen had worked too hard to let him go now. Not when this plan had been months in the making. Not when Daeron’s absence from Storm’s End gave Kermit time to woo, to charm, to shift the tides in his favor. Maris Baratheon was no easy conquest, but Kermit had something no other suitor could match: the chance to be her choice, rather than her duty.

However, for that to work, Benjen had to keep Daeron here.

He understood why the ladies fawned over him. Daeron was too pretty. Too cherub in his smiles, too golden, too regal in a way that made fools out of half the realm. Too bad. Benjen would have to trap him under his boot for a little while.

Daeron had come north for his sister Rhaenya’s pregnancy, a call that had weighed on him as much as it had drawn him away from the South. But he had lingered, enchanted by the North’s wild majesty, its cold air and starlit skies. And Benjen had made sure he lingered longer. What harm was there in that?

The prince had already tried to leave once. He didn’t know what Benjen had done, what it had cost him, how his skull pounded like cracking ice every morning, how his own blood ran hot and thin from his nose. It didn’t matter. The dragon was now too tired to fly, and Benjen was too stubborn to let his plans go to waste.

Too stubborn to let Daeron go away.

Specially now that the prince was scheming. Benjen had caught the whispers three days past, slipping into a raven to watch from above. Daeron thought to leave by horse. It would be slow, but it would be certain.

That couldn’t happen.

So Benjen found him in the morning, where frost clung to the earth and the cold bit deep. He stood with easy confidence, arms crossed over his chest, watching Daeron like a restless hound sniffing at the edge of its leash.

“The road south isn’t kind this time of year.” A flicker in Daeron’s eyes made Benjen stifle a chuckle. “Bandits. Weather. The occasional shadowcat. Even a prince might find himself in trouble.”

Benjen let the words settle, then smiled, all teeth and golden fangs, ready to sink into whatever soft bit he could find.

“You’re better suited here, don’t you think? The North agrees with you.” A compliment, an observation. A bait, laid carefully. He stepped closer, voice dipping as if confiding a secret. Daeron had called him a friend a couple of days ago. A friend! Poor boy… “Besides, Rhaenya would be lost without you. She values your company.” A pause, letting the weight of it settle. “So do I.”

He saw the tension in Daeron’s posture, the way his fingers twitched, itching to grip reins and flee. No, not yet. Not until Benjen had done what he set out to do.

“You’ve barely seen all there is to see. Stay a while longer. Visit the Bear Islands. The northern lights will be out soon. Unless, of course, you have somewhere more pressing to be…?”

Benjen did not move. Did not blink. Only watched, waiting for the princeling to step into the snare laid so carefully before him.

If he wouldn’t… well.

Benjen had other ways to get what he wanted.

[thedaringprince]

Daeron laughed at the jokes that Benjen made about coming to see him again. It was a long day, already-- they felt as if they had been out for hours. He practice with arrows and everything else, but hunting...? He rarely went out to hunt for anything. Maybe on special occasions, Rhaenya would rarely let him be the reason he killed animals. There was a bit of competitiveness that was building up inside of him, as Daeron was ready to attack with any animal that came there way. They settled at a spot, as the sound of a shuffled bush could be heard. His eyes turned to Benjen, a small smirk coming across his face as he grabbed an arrow from behind him as he gently was ready to launch it. He launched one arrow which he had completely missed at, as he rolled his eye sighing. He made fun of Rhaenya for not being able to shoot arrows, and here he was making a full of himself. His eyes still stayed at the the animal, a stag, pretty thing it was. He knew Rhaenya would never would let this. But he had too, as he tried his hardest to focus on shooting this arrow, he didn't even notice Benjen warging next to him. Daeron focused as he launched the arrow, as it landed perfectly at the stag. As he did, he finally turned to see Benjen. He was injured, the prince was shaken up for a second. When did he get hurt-- he looked back... "Gather the stag," his voice was quiet, but he was panicking.

"Benjen, stay with me," he told the man, as he grabbed his hand as he got off his horse put his hand on his chest. "Don't die on me," Daeron cursed under his breath as he started to think of way to keep him alive. There was nothing that he could possibly do, but he knew he had to. He bridle style carried him up, as he knew one day, that the constant lifting of cargo would come in handy. "Gods help us all," he whispered, as he started to get his way on the horse. Daeron used his handkerchief to keep it pressed onto his chest, and then he looked at Benjen. "Come on loverboy, stay with me," he looked at him. Then he started to tell a story to keep him alive. "As much as I know you don't want me to talk, I will not shut up, until we make it back. So deal with it." Daeron started to ride his horse, as he started to talk, "Well so you know, one time Rhaenya snuck to Oldtown, by herself, and when she got back she passed out. Um--" He started to continue to tell the story as he started to talk, as they tried to make their way back "Come on, come on," He told him, "Hurry horsey, you need to go faster, I know we are heavy but please," he begged his voice was extremely panicking. "Benjen, you BETTER stay alive," He begged, and they finally made their way back to the castle. Once they arrived Daeron quickly dragged him off of him, and yelled for maesters. "Maesters! Maesters hurry!" He screamed, he was frantic and he was panicking, before multiple maesters made their way over to see what was going on.

˚❅⋆ A FOOLPROOF PLAN (THAT IMMEDIATELY FALLS APART) ⋆❅‧

(Starter with @thedaringprince)

A week had passed since Benjen left Riverrun. A week since Edrick chose to remain with the Tullys. A week since fate first slipped its thread between Benjen’s teeth. Daeron had been here just as long—starry-eyed, all smiles, tripping through the North with the wonder of a child set loose in a world too vast to hold. Benjen had seen it before, Southerners enchanted by the raw, untamed beauty of his home. But none quite like him.

His mistake had been thinking Daeron soft. At first glance, he was all golden curls and courtly manners, a storybook prince with doll’s eyes the color of a summer sky. But there was steel beneath the silk. Benjen had seen it in the way he carried himself, in the sharp glint of intelligence flickering behind his awe. That only made the game more interesting.

But fun was only part of it. Benjen had worked too hard to let him go now. Not when this plan had been months in the making. Not when Daeron’s absence from Storm’s End gave Kermit time to woo, to charm, to shift the tides in his favor. Maris Baratheon was no easy conquest, but Kermit had something no other suitor could match: the chance to be her choice, rather than her duty.

However, for that to work, Benjen had to keep Daeron here.

He understood why the ladies fawned over him. Daeron was too pretty. Too cherub in his smiles, too golden, too regal in a way that made fools out of half the realm. Too bad. Benjen would have to trap him under his boot for a little while.

Daeron had come north for his sister Rhaenya’s pregnancy, a call that had weighed on him as much as it had drawn him away from the South. But he had lingered, enchanted by the North’s wild majesty, its cold air and starlit skies. And Benjen had made sure he lingered longer. What harm was there in that?

The prince had already tried to leave once. He didn’t know what Benjen had done, what it had cost him, how his skull pounded like cracking ice every morning, how his own blood ran hot and thin from his nose. It didn’t matter. The dragon was now too tired to fly, and Benjen was too stubborn to let his plans go to waste.

Too stubborn to let Daeron go away.

Specially now that the prince was scheming. Benjen had caught the whispers three days past, slipping into a raven to watch from above. Daeron thought to leave by horse. It would be slow, but it would be certain.

That couldn’t happen.

So Benjen found him in the morning, where frost clung to the earth and the cold bit deep. He stood with easy confidence, arms crossed over his chest, watching Daeron like a restless hound sniffing at the edge of its leash.

“The road south isn’t kind this time of year.” A flicker in Daeron’s eyes made Benjen stifle a chuckle. “Bandits. Weather. The occasional shadowcat. Even a prince might find himself in trouble.”

Benjen let the words settle, then smiled, all teeth and golden fangs, ready to sink into whatever soft bit he could find.

“You’re better suited here, don’t you think? The North agrees with you.” A compliment, an observation. A bait, laid carefully. He stepped closer, voice dipping as if confiding a secret. Daeron had called him a friend a couple of days ago. A friend! Poor boy… “Besides, Rhaenya would be lost without you. She values your company.” A pause, letting the weight of it settle. “So do I.”

He saw the tension in Daeron’s posture, the way his fingers twitched, itching to grip reins and flee. No, not yet. Not until Benjen had done what he set out to do.

“You’ve barely seen all there is to see. Stay a while longer. Visit the Bear Islands. The northern lights will be out soon. Unless, of course, you have somewhere more pressing to be…?”

Benjen did not move. Did not blink. Only watched, waiting for the princeling to step into the snare laid so carefully before him.

If he wouldn’t… well.

Benjen had other ways to get what he wanted.

[thedaringprince]

That evening, Rhaenya had made a compromise that would send him back home. That he was able to do, as much as he enjoyed being in his sister's company, not so much the others.

The Lord of Winterfell had treated him well, so did Lord's sisters. He didn't understand what put Benjen into the wrong mood against him. It was as if he wanted to kill her for some reason, or something worse. Daeron couldn't explain it as he continued to twist and turn in the bed of the Guest Chambers. He knew he needed rest for the Northern Hunting Games. The prince slowly closed his eyes from the long night, he spent. Alone... without Ellyn. He missed her dearly.

The next morning Daeron was up early, and so was Rhaenya. He saw how worried his twin-sister was for him. Though it wasn't really anything but a hunt... he had to come in one piece not to scare his sister. Rhaenya looked at him... in her fur coat and her gloves, as she tugged on the saddle to double check on the security of it. "Just come back... in one piece..." She looked at her twin... "And don't try to kill each other while you're out there," Daeron got onto the saddle of the horse as he looked at his sister, gently kissed her hand, "Do not worry, I won't make him pull any stunts on me," Rhaenya smiled as she gently patted the horse, as she looked at Daeron with caring eyes. She watched Benjen on the other side.... "Good luck to you... both," she gave him a small nod. And then they were off. Daeron was silent in the entire way into the woods, he had mission, then going home. He was going to be in his wife's arms soon. Just this and go home. He took a deep breath, it reminded him of the times when he was in Oldtown. His uncle would take him out to the hunt, he had experience. The prince had quite much more relaxed stare, he didn't care, who was going to win. He just wanted it to be over. The prince looked up at the sky, as he inhaled, taking in the nice weather... maybe he didn't hate the snow as much as he thought. He admired the views around them, before he heard Benjen's voice. Benjen spoke... the first word out of the two of them in minutes. He didn't respond until they were in a good spot of the woods, "I know... why did you do it?" Daeron asked... curiously.. his voice was soft. Much gentler than it had ever been in the days he had been here. He tilted his head looking Benjen, that look that both him and Rhaenya tended to do often. "I don't think you are... a bad person... you are quite insufferable... but I can manage..." Daeron shrugged. "Maybe you could come down... and visit me if you wish, loverboy," he smirked. Daeron was joking at tension times like this, he had to make light of the situation... but he could see that Benjen felt bad...

˚❅⋆ A FOOLPROOF PLAN (THAT IMMEDIATELY FALLS APART) ⋆❅‧

(Starter with @thedaringprince)

A week had passed since Benjen left Riverrun. A week since Edrick chose to remain with the Tullys. A week since fate first slipped its thread between Benjen’s teeth. Daeron had been here just as long—starry-eyed, all smiles, tripping through the North with the wonder of a child set loose in a world too vast to hold. Benjen had seen it before, Southerners enchanted by the raw, untamed beauty of his home. But none quite like him.

His mistake had been thinking Daeron soft. At first glance, he was all golden curls and courtly manners, a storybook prince with doll’s eyes the color of a summer sky. But there was steel beneath the silk. Benjen had seen it in the way he carried himself, in the sharp glint of intelligence flickering behind his awe. That only made the game more interesting.

But fun was only part of it. Benjen had worked too hard to let him go now. Not when this plan had been months in the making. Not when Daeron’s absence from Storm’s End gave Kermit time to woo, to charm, to shift the tides in his favor. Maris Baratheon was no easy conquest, but Kermit had something no other suitor could match: the chance to be her choice, rather than her duty.

However, for that to work, Benjen had to keep Daeron here.

He understood why the ladies fawned over him. Daeron was too pretty. Too cherub in his smiles, too golden, too regal in a way that made fools out of half the realm. Too bad. Benjen would have to trap him under his boot for a little while.

Daeron had come north for his sister Rhaenya’s pregnancy, a call that had weighed on him as much as it had drawn him away from the South. But he had lingered, enchanted by the North’s wild majesty, its cold air and starlit skies. And Benjen had made sure he lingered longer. What harm was there in that?

The prince had already tried to leave once. He didn’t know what Benjen had done, what it had cost him, how his skull pounded like cracking ice every morning, how his own blood ran hot and thin from his nose. It didn’t matter. The dragon was now too tired to fly, and Benjen was too stubborn to let his plans go to waste.

Too stubborn to let Daeron go away.

Specially now that the prince was scheming. Benjen had caught the whispers three days past, slipping into a raven to watch from above. Daeron thought to leave by horse. It would be slow, but it would be certain.

That couldn’t happen.

So Benjen found him in the morning, where frost clung to the earth and the cold bit deep. He stood with easy confidence, arms crossed over his chest, watching Daeron like a restless hound sniffing at the edge of its leash.

“The road south isn’t kind this time of year.” A flicker in Daeron’s eyes made Benjen stifle a chuckle. “Bandits. Weather. The occasional shadowcat. Even a prince might find himself in trouble.”

Benjen let the words settle, then smiled, all teeth and golden fangs, ready to sink into whatever soft bit he could find.

“You’re better suited here, don’t you think? The North agrees with you.” A compliment, an observation. A bait, laid carefully. He stepped closer, voice dipping as if confiding a secret. Daeron had called him a friend a couple of days ago. A friend! Poor boy… “Besides, Rhaenya would be lost without you. She values your company.” A pause, letting the weight of it settle. “So do I.”

He saw the tension in Daeron’s posture, the way his fingers twitched, itching to grip reins and flee. No, not yet. Not until Benjen had done what he set out to do.

“You’ve barely seen all there is to see. Stay a while longer. Visit the Bear Islands. The northern lights will be out soon. Unless, of course, you have somewhere more pressing to be…?”

Benjen did not move. Did not blink. Only watched, waiting for the princeling to step into the snare laid so carefully before him.

If he wouldn’t… well.

Benjen had other ways to get what he wanted.

[thedaringprince]

"I remember that day, exactly.... and I had nothing more to do but draw my beautiful girl," he flirted again, as he knew the ways that he felt. He knew ways of the Ellyn, everything that made her happy, and all her small little secrets. Daeron watches as her fingers trails the embroidery on the sleeves, there was something that was seeing that light in her eyes. With enjoyment he could feel the himself feeling so much in love. "I don't mind spoiling you my love, it is my money at the end of the day," Daeron responded, as he couldn't stop looking at her with the eyes. He loved her so much. He was daydreaming in front of him, and when she looked at him. Hearing his words, Daeron looked at her. "I love you too," he whispered, there was something so soft in his voice. There was something so warm in body as she looked at him. Their kiss was everything. Daeron was so in love with her, and couldn't be any grateful that Ellyn was going to be his wife.

"Hurry off, then, I'll be waiting, my love," He smiled looking at her, "May I look through your jewels and headpieces, to find things that yI could add extra onto the amazing dress?" He had to make her perfect, Daeron couldn't stop looking at her, he was so in love, he was lovesick. He might fall over head over heels over her. If anything, Ellyn's beauty was going to kill him, he couldn't describe it. "I love you Ellyn Baratheon," Daeron said once again, he had to say it again and he was going to say it until he died.

Yellow Brocade

(for @thedaringprince)

As winter drew nearer, Ellyn was taking advantage of every single beautiful day she could. She'd taken her horse for a run, riding a short way from the city into the Kingswood. She'd taken only one guard, enjoying the freedom she found riding among the turning leaves. She'd been gone most of the morning, and her mare had gotten a good run. She brushed the horse down herself before leaving her in the care of the stable boys and going back to her apartments for a bath before taking a meal.

"How was your ride, milady?" Kaya asks, meeting her mistress at the door. She holds her hands out for Ellyn's gloves and cap. "I'll have a bath drawn for you."

"The woods were lovely, and the weather is holding. I'll get to enjoy my daily rides for at least a few more weeks before Winter comes." Ellyn says, a wide smile across her face. She takes the pins and net from her hair, freeing her dark curls to fall down about her shoulders. "Thank you Kaya, once I clean up, I'll go and see Maris for a bit. I'll likely have tea with her, so you won't have to fuss over me..."

Ellyn had only just stepped into her bedchamber, and found her bed made as usual, the curtains drawn back, blankets nicely tucked. The typical smell of lavender filled the room as well. But that was not what had stopped her in her tracks.

It was a dress.

It was an incredible dress of soft yellow brocade. It wasn't sunny yellow, not the color of her father's banner, but a soft yellow. The yellow of springtime daffodils, of fresh butter, of the sun when it's high and the sky is clear and open. She touches the skirt lightly, running her fingers over the fabric. Even then she could tell the color was chosen specifically for her, to compliment the tone of her skin and the black of her hair. The gown had a white kirtle beneath, and the padded undersleeves were white to match with yellow embroidery. The oversleeves were of fine brown fur, luxurious and expensive. A belt of pearls was laid across the skirt, decorated with dark stones, as dark as dragon glass.

She had plenty of elegant dresses, her mother was not about to send her daughters to court without a wardrobe befitting the daughters of the Lord of Storms End. It did not lessen the fact this dress took Ellyn's breath away.

She turns away from the dress and looks back into her sitting room, where Kaya was sending a serving girl for fresh linens for the bath. "Kaya? Where did this come from?"

Kaya looks at the bed. "Why, Prince Daeron, milady."

[thedaringprince]

When Daeron knocked he didn’t care. He could care less. Only person he cared about was his sister. When he saw Cregan with a dagger, he didn’t feel threatened. He looked back at the Lord of Winterfell. “I apologize, My lord. I urgently have to speak with my sister,”

He saw Rhaenya groan, but he saw her be more upset with the fact that he was still here. It had been a week, and he promised her that he was leaving by the end of the week.

Rhaenya made her way to be in front of them, as Daeron was sure to follow her, but Benjen seems to hesitate. But he knew he wasn’t going to deal with his sister’s anger, as he hurried and followed her.

Once they arrived in her personal chambers, toys could be seen scattered around from little Rickon playing in here often. Daeron was too busy looking around at the different toys to see how upset both Benjen and Rhaenya were at him.

He was about to go pick something up when Rhaenya’s thin line of patients had a sudden yell as he flinched. Rhaenya never yelled. Not even at him.

He sat down… looking at his sister… and then his eye going side ways to glare at Benjen. He started to speak before Benjen did. “Rhaenya, trust me, I was going home. And I know my way home. I promised Elly- I mean my wife, I would be home by tonight, and he stopped me. I swear—” He lifted his hand up.

“I swear I was trying to leave, and he stopped me AGAIN!” He glared at Benjen. His glare was darker than all the glares, he had ever given him. “I do not know how you deal with him, sister. But I promise you—- I was trying to leave,”

˚❅⋆ A FOOLPROOF PLAN (THAT IMMEDIATELY FALLS APART) ⋆❅‧

(Starter with @thedaringprince)

A week had passed since Benjen left Riverrun. A week since Edrick chose to remain with the Tullys. A week since fate first slipped its thread between Benjen’s teeth. Daeron had been here just as long—starry-eyed, all smiles, tripping through the North with the wonder of a child set loose in a world too vast to hold. Benjen had seen it before, Southerners enchanted by the raw, untamed beauty of his home. But none quite like him.

His mistake had been thinking Daeron soft. At first glance, he was all golden curls and courtly manners, a storybook prince with doll’s eyes the color of a summer sky. But there was steel beneath the silk. Benjen had seen it in the way he carried himself, in the sharp glint of intelligence flickering behind his awe. That only made the game more interesting.

But fun was only part of it. Benjen had worked too hard to let him go now. Not when this plan had been months in the making. Not when Daeron’s absence from Storm’s End gave Kermit time to woo, to charm, to shift the tides in his favor. Maris Baratheon was no easy conquest, but Kermit had something no other suitor could match: the chance to be her choice, rather than her duty.

However, for that to work, Benjen had to keep Daeron here.

He understood why the ladies fawned over him. Daeron was too pretty. Too cherub in his smiles, too golden, too regal in a way that made fools out of half the realm. Too bad. Benjen would have to trap him under his boot for a little while.

Daeron had come north for his sister Rhaenya’s pregnancy, a call that had weighed on him as much as it had drawn him away from the South. But he had lingered, enchanted by the North’s wild majesty, its cold air and starlit skies. And Benjen had made sure he lingered longer. What harm was there in that?

The prince had already tried to leave once. He didn’t know what Benjen had done, what it had cost him, how his skull pounded like cracking ice every morning, how his own blood ran hot and thin from his nose. It didn’t matter. The dragon was now too tired to fly, and Benjen was too stubborn to let his plans go to waste.

Too stubborn to let Daeron go away.

Specially now that the prince was scheming. Benjen had caught the whispers three days past, slipping into a raven to watch from above. Daeron thought to leave by horse. It would be slow, but it would be certain.

That couldn’t happen.

So Benjen found him in the morning, where frost clung to the earth and the cold bit deep. He stood with easy confidence, arms crossed over his chest, watching Daeron like a restless hound sniffing at the edge of its leash.

“The road south isn’t kind this time of year.” A flicker in Daeron’s eyes made Benjen stifle a chuckle. “Bandits. Weather. The occasional shadowcat. Even a prince might find himself in trouble.”

Benjen let the words settle, then smiled, all teeth and golden fangs, ready to sink into whatever soft bit he could find.

“You’re better suited here, don’t you think? The North agrees with you.” A compliment, an observation. A bait, laid carefully. He stepped closer, voice dipping as if confiding a secret. Daeron had called him a friend a couple of days ago. A friend! Poor boy… “Besides, Rhaenya would be lost without you. She values your company.” A pause, letting the weight of it settle. “So do I.”

He saw the tension in Daeron’s posture, the way his fingers twitched, itching to grip reins and flee. No, not yet. Not until Benjen had done what he set out to do.

“You’ve barely seen all there is to see. Stay a while longer. Visit the Bear Islands. The northern lights will be out soon. Unless, of course, you have somewhere more pressing to be…?”

Benjen did not move. Did not blink. Only watched, waiting for the princeling to step into the snare laid so carefully before him.

If he wouldn’t… well.

Benjen had other ways to get what he wanted.

[thedaringprince]

He knew that this big bear hated is attitude, the prince couldn't care. Daeron was the Commander of Gold Cloaks, he could careless. At least he was loved by everyone back at home. If they hated him here, who cared. Goldilocks, his eyes glared back at him. His eyes stared at him, the those purple orbs were piercing into his soul, like how Rhaenya was like recently. "I do not need to be looked after, I can do it myself," He answered, as he glared at him once more. The glares were going to kill someone. He needed to go home, why was he still here, he even questioned himself. Daeron looked at him again as he looked as he gripped the reins of the horse tightly. As he traveled, as if there was some sort of a posession in the horse he had fallen. In a million years he had ridden a horse, this had never happened. He cursed under his breath, "What in the seven hells?" before he fell as he looked at fell on a sack of flour. There was annoyance in his eyes, why was this all happening.

Was there some bad air just wanting to target him, all for what? He loved his sister, but he didn't understand how she could deal with these insufferable men. If he was being honest, Benjen was more annoying than Aemond or all his siblings combined. It made no sense. How in the world were more people annoying than all of his brother's combined DRUNK? Daeron felt himself getting picked up, what in the world was going on. Everything felt too quick that he didn't even notice what was happening. "Put me down, I am not a child," He tried to argue, there was something that was extremely annoying about him. He hated everything, why couldn't he just go home and instead being coddled. He fell onto the cot, as he sat himself up, as he looked at the maester and then to Benjen "I am not injured, I'm fine!" he snapped, as he stood up and he looked stared at Benjen. "And How dare you touch a prince!" He nearly launched himself towards Benjen. It was extremely pissing him off, and he knew that he wasn't going to try punching him, but seeing that he was being put down and it made no sense to him. "I am the Commander of the Gold Cloaks, I am not to be toyed around with!" If anything Daeron had seen this man's behavior, he couldn't even think about the treatment his sister got. It was pained him... not knowing what possibly thing that this man said about his sister. "Whatever you called me here for, I am leaving. Since I would not be respected here, I will go back to where I am respected and cared for. I see no honor to be here, as my sister had warned me about you," Daeron stated as he got up and he left the maesters chambers, and he made his way to his sister's chambers.

˚❅⋆ A FOOLPROOF PLAN (THAT IMMEDIATELY FALLS APART) ⋆❅‧

(Starter with @thedaringprince)

A week had passed since Benjen left Riverrun. A week since Edrick chose to remain with the Tullys. A week since fate first slipped its thread between Benjen’s teeth. Daeron had been here just as long—starry-eyed, all smiles, tripping through the North with the wonder of a child set loose in a world too vast to hold. Benjen had seen it before, Southerners enchanted by the raw, untamed beauty of his home. But none quite like him.

His mistake had been thinking Daeron soft. At first glance, he was all golden curls and courtly manners, a storybook prince with doll’s eyes the color of a summer sky. But there was steel beneath the silk. Benjen had seen it in the way he carried himself, in the sharp glint of intelligence flickering behind his awe. That only made the game more interesting.

But fun was only part of it. Benjen had worked too hard to let him go now. Not when this plan had been months in the making. Not when Daeron’s absence from Storm’s End gave Kermit time to woo, to charm, to shift the tides in his favor. Maris Baratheon was no easy conquest, but Kermit had something no other suitor could match: the chance to be her choice, rather than her duty.

However, for that to work, Benjen had to keep Daeron here.

He understood why the ladies fawned over him. Daeron was too pretty. Too cherub in his smiles, too golden, too regal in a way that made fools out of half the realm. Too bad. Benjen would have to trap him under his boot for a little while.

Daeron had come north for his sister Rhaenya’s pregnancy, a call that had weighed on him as much as it had drawn him away from the South. But he had lingered, enchanted by the North’s wild majesty, its cold air and starlit skies. And Benjen had made sure he lingered longer. What harm was there in that?

The prince had already tried to leave once. He didn’t know what Benjen had done, what it had cost him, how his skull pounded like cracking ice every morning, how his own blood ran hot and thin from his nose. It didn’t matter. The dragon was now too tired to fly, and Benjen was too stubborn to let his plans go to waste.

Too stubborn to let Daeron go away.

Specially now that the prince was scheming. Benjen had caught the whispers three days past, slipping into a raven to watch from above. Daeron thought to leave by horse. It would be slow, but it would be certain.

That couldn’t happen.

So Benjen found him in the morning, where frost clung to the earth and the cold bit deep. He stood with easy confidence, arms crossed over his chest, watching Daeron like a restless hound sniffing at the edge of its leash.

“The road south isn’t kind this time of year.” A flicker in Daeron’s eyes made Benjen stifle a chuckle. “Bandits. Weather. The occasional shadowcat. Even a prince might find himself in trouble.”

Benjen let the words settle, then smiled, all teeth and golden fangs, ready to sink into whatever soft bit he could find.

“You’re better suited here, don’t you think? The North agrees with you.” A compliment, an observation. A bait, laid carefully. He stepped closer, voice dipping as if confiding a secret. Daeron had called him a friend a couple of days ago. A friend! Poor boy… “Besides, Rhaenya would be lost without you. She values your company.” A pause, letting the weight of it settle. “So do I.”

He saw the tension in Daeron’s posture, the way his fingers twitched, itching to grip reins and flee. No, not yet. Not until Benjen had done what he set out to do.

“You’ve barely seen all there is to see. Stay a while longer. Visit the Bear Islands. The northern lights will be out soon. Unless, of course, you have somewhere more pressing to be…?”

Benjen did not move. Did not blink. Only watched, waiting for the princeling to step into the snare laid so carefully before him.

If he wouldn’t… well.

Benjen had other ways to get what he wanted.

[thedaringprince]

Daeron gave Ellyn a kiss on the cheek, "Of course I have, who else would be waiting for you to come back, besides your clingy lover," he cooed into her ear. The prince smiled looking down at her, as he adored seeing her smile. He brought her towards the dress, getting ready to take it off the mannequin to help put it onto her. He loved her, and there was nothing more he wanted to do then dress his beautiful wife. There was a small smirk on the prince as his eyes watched her adore the dress. There was truly not a special occasion he just was bored. But he had to give her a honest response. "Well, you picked the design a while back, and I had it styled the day you chose it." He responded, "No special occasion, just want to see my beautiful girl spoiled," His voice was soothing and loving. He loved her so much, words couldn't explain it. Even his actions didn't feel enough for her, but he knew Ellyn wouldn't let him continue spoil her. Daeron looked at her as he gently tiled her chin to look at him. He gently placed a kiss on her lips, as he gently held her face. Oh he adored her more than anything. The prince could see it in her eyes too, and there was nothing else he wanted in his life than her. "Come, let me dress you, so I can see you in the most beautiful dress ever," He smirked as he gently kissed her shoulders.

Yellow Brocade

(for @thedaringprince)

As winter drew nearer, Ellyn was taking advantage of every single beautiful day she could. She'd taken her horse for a run, riding a short way from the city into the Kingswood. She'd taken only one guard, enjoying the freedom she found riding among the turning leaves. She'd been gone most of the morning, and her mare had gotten a good run. She brushed the horse down herself before leaving her in the care of the stable boys and going back to her apartments for a bath before taking a meal.

"How was your ride, milady?" Kaya asks, meeting her mistress at the door. She holds her hands out for Ellyn's gloves and cap. "I'll have a bath drawn for you."

"The woods were lovely, and the weather is holding. I'll get to enjoy my daily rides for at least a few more weeks before Winter comes." Ellyn says, a wide smile across her face. She takes the pins and net from her hair, freeing her dark curls to fall down about her shoulders. "Thank you Kaya, once I clean up, I'll go and see Maris for a bit. I'll likely have tea with her, so you won't have to fuss over me..."

Ellyn had only just stepped into her bedchamber, and found her bed made as usual, the curtains drawn back, blankets nicely tucked. The typical smell of lavender filled the room as well. But that was not what had stopped her in her tracks.

It was a dress.

It was an incredible dress of soft yellow brocade. It wasn't sunny yellow, not the color of her father's banner, but a soft yellow. The yellow of springtime daffodils, of fresh butter, of the sun when it's high and the sky is clear and open. She touches the skirt lightly, running her fingers over the fabric. Even then she could tell the color was chosen specifically for her, to compliment the tone of her skin and the black of her hair. The gown had a white kirtle beneath, and the padded undersleeves were white to match with yellow embroidery. The oversleeves were of fine brown fur, luxurious and expensive. A belt of pearls was laid across the skirt, decorated with dark stones, as dark as dragon glass.

She had plenty of elegant dresses, her mother was not about to send her daughters to court without a wardrobe befitting the daughters of the Lord of Storms End. It did not lessen the fact this dress took Ellyn's breath away.

She turns away from the dress and looks back into her sitting room, where Kaya was sending a serving girl for fresh linens for the bath. "Kaya? Where did this come from?"

Kaya looks at the bed. "Why, Prince Daeron, milady."

[thedaringprince]

𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍: 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑶

❛ ⠀⁄⠀ ... ⠀𝒟𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ⠀ ݁ ⠀.⠀ 𓆸 

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 : Daeron Targaryen

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗌 : The Daring Prince

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗌 : he / him

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌 : Prince, Commander of the Gold Cloaks

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ❛ ⠀⁄⠀ ... ⠀𝒫ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑦 ⠀ ݁ ⠀.⠀ 𓆸 

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩 : 107 AC , 7th moon of 17th day

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗈𝗇 : fair

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 : tall, boxy body with a strong built

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 : 6'0

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 : common tongue and Valyrian 

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 : valyrian, crownlands

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ❛ ⠀⁄⠀ ... ⠀𝒫𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 ⠀ ݁ ⠀.⠀ 𓆸 

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 : house targaryen, house baratheon, house hightower

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ + 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗌 : loyal, attractive, responsible, and cooperative

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ - 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗌 : picky, stubborn, sneaky, judgmental

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ❛ ⠀⁄⠀ ... ⠀ ℛ𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 ⠀ ݁ ⠀.⠀ 𓆸 

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 : Viserys I Targaryen

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 : Alicent Hightower

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 : Ellyn Baratheon

﹒ 𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 : Rhaenyra, Aegon, Aemond, Helaena, and Rhaenya

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 : none yet

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗌 : Rhaenys Targaryen

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 : Gwayne Hightower, Daemon Targaryen

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗌 : Baela and Rhaena Targaryen

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ❛ ⠀⁄⠀ ... ⠀𝒜𝑑𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ⠀ ݁ ⠀.⠀ 𓆸 

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 : Eve @rhaxnya

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆 : Jack Lowden

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 : House of the Dragon

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗓𝗈𝗇𝖾 : PST 

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ﹒ 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗌 : colette / taratellr

[thedaringprince]

Prince of The Realm and Commander of The Gold Cloaks, Jack Lowden, He/ Him - @thedaringprince

Welcome, Prince Daeron of House Targaryen of Dragonstone! We’re delighted to see he has arrived safely on their journey to King’s Landing. Around the court, the twenty-two year old has been praised as the most daring prince, courteous, and the kindest of all his brothers, but some have whispered he is also in the shadows of his brothers, desperate for attention, and trying too hard to fit in. Upon his arrival it is clear that he is excited to support the reign of Westeros' first ruling queen, and while the eyes of our court may be fixed on House Targaryen, Queen Rhaenyra, and the future of Westeros, his true allegiance will always be to House Targaryen and Faith of the Seven. 


Eve, 18, she/her, PST, no triggers

[thedaringprince]

Daeron was in the North, well only for his sister. He hated the North. Well he hated the cold, that's why he liked the Crownlands and the Reach. Now he was cold. He was covered in fur, as he stood in the cold and he was standing in the snow. Why was he here, besides for his twin sister. He already had seen Rhaenya, and the two of them had spent their time together. It had been quite long enough for the other one of them. He had tried to leave, only because Rhaenya had allowed him to. Well he had missed his betrothed back at home. He had met Rhaenya's friends and how excited to see his sister so excited and be happy. He met Benjen, big man he was. There was nothing more to describe this man. He was big. And there he was approaching him... he rolled his eyes. His girl Tesserion was tired and cuddled up next to her sister dragon Auerlys. Daeron hated this weather, he crossed his arm under his large fur coat. He looked at Benjen, a glare. An annoyance, just like his twin sister. There was no reason for him to be here more than a week. Now trying to leave he couldn't. Because of this man who is obsessed with him or something....

Something came across his face, a disgusted face. "I hate it here, it's beautiful, but I hate the weather, I hate the snow," His voice was dark and muffled. His eyes traveled up to look at him, he knew his twin sister more than his random snow monster did. "She is fine without me, she doesn't like, when her siblings get involved with something she accomplished by herself,"

His voice was clear, still strong, and stern, as he looked at him when he heard that Benjen wanted to stay. If he had said, that he had missed Ellyn, that wasn't a lie. It was the truth. What in the world was going on, he had just met this man and suddenly in love with him. What was going on in the Northern Air. He was still crossed armed. "I have a betrothed. My wife… so what do you want?" He glared at Benjen. No matter how big and tall he was, Daeron could care less. He missed the warmth, and he missed Ellyn.

˚❅⋆ A FOOLPROOF PLAN (THAT IMMEDIATELY FALLS APART) ⋆❅‧

(Starter with @thedaringprince)

A week had passed since Benjen left Riverrun. A week since Edrick chose to remain with the Tullys. A week since fate first slipped its thread between Benjen’s teeth. Daeron had been here just as long—starry-eyed, all smiles, tripping through the North with the wonder of a child set loose in a world too vast to hold. Benjen had seen it before, Southerners enchanted by the raw, untamed beauty of his home. But none quite like him.

His mistake had been thinking Daeron soft. At first glance, he was all golden curls and courtly manners, a storybook prince with doll’s eyes the color of a summer sky. But there was steel beneath the silk. Benjen had seen it in the way he carried himself, in the sharp glint of intelligence flickering behind his awe. That only made the game more interesting.

But fun was only part of it. Benjen had worked too hard to let him go now. Not when this plan had been months in the making. Not when Daeron’s absence from Storm’s End gave Kermit time to woo, to charm, to shift the tides in his favor. Maris Baratheon was no easy conquest, but Kermit had something no other suitor could match: the chance to be her choice, rather than her duty.

However, for that to work, Benjen had to keep Daeron here.

He understood why the ladies fawned over him. Daeron was too pretty. Too cherub in his smiles, too golden, too regal in a way that made fools out of half the realm. Too bad. Benjen would have to trap him under his boot for a little while.

Daeron had come north for his sister Rhaenya’s pregnancy, a call that had weighed on him as much as it had drawn him away from the South. But he had lingered, enchanted by the North’s wild majesty, its cold air and starlit skies. And Benjen had made sure he lingered longer. What harm was there in that?

The prince had already tried to leave once. He didn’t know what Benjen had done, what it had cost him, how his skull pounded like cracking ice every morning, how his own blood ran hot and thin from his nose. It didn’t matter. The dragon was now too tired to fly, and Benjen was too stubborn to let his plans go to waste.

Too stubborn to let Daeron go away.

Specially now that the prince was scheming. Benjen had caught the whispers three days past, slipping into a raven to watch from above. Daeron thought to leave by horse. It would be slow, but it would be certain.

That couldn’t happen.

So Benjen found him in the morning, where frost clung to the earth and the cold bit deep. He stood with easy confidence, arms crossed over his chest, watching Daeron like a restless hound sniffing at the edge of its leash.

“The road south isn’t kind this time of year.” A flicker in Daeron’s eyes made Benjen stifle a chuckle. “Bandits. Weather. The occasional shadowcat. Even a prince might find himself in trouble.”

Benjen let the words settle, then smiled, all teeth and golden fangs, ready to sink into whatever soft bit he could find.

“You’re better suited here, don’t you think? The North agrees with you.” A compliment, an observation. A bait, laid carefully. He stepped closer, voice dipping as if confiding a secret. Daeron had called him a friend a couple of days ago. A friend! Poor boy… “Besides, Rhaenya would be lost without you. She values your company.” A pause, letting the weight of it settle. “So do I.”

He saw the tension in Daeron’s posture, the way his fingers twitched, itching to grip reins and flee. No, not yet. Not until Benjen had done what he set out to do.

“You’ve barely seen all there is to see. Stay a while longer. Visit the Bear Islands. The northern lights will be out soon. Unless, of course, you have somewhere more pressing to be…?”

Benjen did not move. Did not blink. Only watched, waiting for the princeling to step into the snare laid so carefully before him.

If he wouldn’t… well.

Benjen had other ways to get what he wanted.

[thedaringprince]

Daeron had went to the seamstress, and he went to go see how long it was going to take with Ellyn's dress. The dress was quite was beautiful, yellow and golden. He came around the dress that was sitting on the mannequin. He touched the bodice, as his touched the laces that outlined all the jewels with his fingers. There was something beautiful about this design. There was a hundred different dresses that Daeron had created, but this one extremely beautiful and different. He had made sure that everything was perfect for Ellyn, there was nothing more than something perfect for the someone he loved. He looked at the seamstress, "I think it's perfect," Daeron smiled, "I'll help transport it, to her chambers, she is currently riding," The seamstress nods, as Daeron helps the transportation of the beautiful gown. The gown was extremely carefully done. As they carefully brought it to Ellyn's chambers, her lady-in-waiting Kaya opened the door. "I have a delivery for my wife...." The prince smiled, a small smirk on his face. Kaya looked at him, her eyes widened. It wasn't the first time Daeron had done something for her. Kaya moved to the side. "Where should I place it...?" Kaya quickly, moved some of the stuff, as she looked at the Prince. "Your highness, you can place it here," Daeron gently tilted his head, at the seamstress who placed the dress down. The prince fixed it to make sure it look perfect, he looked at window. "She is on the way, my hide in the curtains to surprise her?" Kaya's eyes widened, as she nodded, "Then quickly your highness," as she shoved him in the curtains and there he went waiting. After a while, Daeron's body felt stiff waiting for his beloved to see the dress and reaction. Once he saw her reaction, she looked at the dress with delight. There was something so warming about her reaction, as Daeron quickly came out and hugged her from behind. "Surprise," he whispered. This was one of the ways they always did... surprising each other, in their chambers and always coming from behind to whisper surprise. He knew she was expecting it, but he hugged her, "Hope you like it," he smirked, looking at the dress.

Yellow Brocade

(for @thedaringprince)

As winter drew nearer, Ellyn was taking advantage of every single beautiful day she could. She'd taken her horse for a run, riding a short way from the city into the Kingswood. She'd taken only one guard, enjoying the freedom she found riding among the turning leaves. She'd been gone most of the morning, and her mare had gotten a good run. She brushed the horse down herself before leaving her in the care of the stable boys and going back to her apartments for a bath before taking a meal.

"How was your ride, milady?" Kaya asks, meeting her mistress at the door. She holds her hands out for Ellyn's gloves and cap. "I'll have a bath drawn for you."

"The woods were lovely, and the weather is holding. I'll get to enjoy my daily rides for at least a few more weeks before Winter comes." Ellyn says, a wide smile across her face. She takes the pins and net from her hair, freeing her dark curls to fall down about her shoulders. "Thank you Kaya, once I clean up, I'll go and see Maris for a bit. I'll likely have tea with her, so you won't have to fuss over me..."

Ellyn had only just stepped into her bedchamber, and found her bed made as usual, the curtains drawn back, blankets nicely tucked. The typical smell of lavender filled the room as well. But that was not what had stopped her in her tracks.

It was a dress.

It was an incredible dress of soft yellow brocade. It wasn't sunny yellow, not the color of her father's banner, but a soft yellow. The yellow of springtime daffodils, of fresh butter, of the sun when it's high and the sky is clear and open. She touches the skirt lightly, running her fingers over the fabric. Even then she could tell the color was chosen specifically for her, to compliment the tone of her skin and the black of her hair. The gown had a white kirtle beneath, and the padded undersleeves were white to match with yellow embroidery. The oversleeves were of fine brown fur, luxurious and expensive. A belt of pearls was laid across the skirt, decorated with dark stones, as dark as dragon glass.

She had plenty of elegant dresses, her mother was not about to send her daughters to court without a wardrobe befitting the daughters of the Lord of Storms End. It did not lessen the fact this dress took Ellyn's breath away.

She turns away from the dress and looks back into her sitting room, where Kaya was sending a serving girl for fresh linens for the bath. "Kaya? Where did this come from?"

Kaya looks at the bed. "Why, Prince Daeron, milady."

[thedaringprince]

Mary Queen of Scots Dir. Josie Rourke, 2018

[thedaringprince]

Prince Daeron Targaryen of House Targaryen, Jack Lowden He/ Him Welcome, Prince Daeron Targaryen of House Targaryen We’re delighted to see they have arrived safely on their journey to King’s Landing. Around the court, the seventeen has been praised as the most daring prince, the kindest of all the brothers, and courteous, but some have whispered they are also that he is seen to be in the shadows of his brothers, begs for attention, and tries to fit in. Upon their arrival it is clear that he is excited about the upcoming coronation of Westeros' first ruling queen, and while the eyes of our court may be fixed on our new Queen, House Targaryen, and the future of Westeros, their true allegiance will always be to house Targaryen and Faith of the Seven. Eve 18, she/her, PST, and NONE

HEADCANONS • Daeron tends to read more often than anything, he likes to sit in a corner and try to educate himself about his history. He doesn’t care which history he is focusing on, but he has an interest in Targaryen History. He finds himself reading about the past to read about how to keep and train his dragon correctly. He tends to be hidden most of the time… when he feels like an outsider. • He loves fashion, and he adores it when he and his sister match together, though he and Rhaeyna were assigned colors at birth. She was assigned a seafoam color while he was assigned the color forest green. He made sure to wear the most heavy rich fabric that was clear that he wanted to be well known for his fashion.

• He has always had found enjoying the arts of sword fighting, and the idea of being able to be on the battlefield, which also showed that he had a skilled on the battlefield, but also found himself skilled at tourneys.

𝗥𝗨𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗦

Prince Daeron is rumored to be in love more with a man, than his own future wife Lady Ellyn Baratheon (False, what man…? Yes… he has interest in both genders… but right now? In this economy?)

Prince Daeron has been seen with a silver haired lady who is not his betrothed, and already seen to have taken rumors that he has a mistress. ( False, That was his twin sister)

Prince Daeron has rumored to go back to Oldtown, for a long visit, and not return until months. (False, he has no interest on going back to Oldtown at the moment… he is just living life in King’s Landing