#as Daeron the daring

[izfrogzy]

What if we get…..Daeron the Daring 😍

Tried to make him book accurate and from Images

I’ve seen of him.

fan casted as Louis Hofmann

Requested by @outerbanksofmaybank

[ophelieverse]

because where tf is him HBO?!?!?

[aggloomy]

[alicentsgf]

“You look so much like your mother in certain lights.”

The Lady Alyrie Hightower (née Florent)

[blackbyrenflowers]

I like to think Gwayne hypes up Daeron any chance he gets. The minute anyone asks him about Daeron, he starts talking about how his nephew is the best lute player and has the sickest dragon and the freshest style and that every girl in Oldtown has posters of him on their walls.

[franzkafkagf]

he's stalwart, clever, as adept with his lute as he is with his sword. he's kind.

[br0kenangel]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅: 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘈𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

The nursery was a whirlwind of noise as Aegon and Aemond, stood nose-to-nose, arguing fiercely. Their baby sister sat on a blanket nearby, her wide violet eyes watching them with a mix of curiosity and confusion.

“She likes playing with me more!” Aegon insisted, his voice rising as he pointed toward their sister. “I’m the one who makes her laugh!”

“No, she likes me better!” Aemond shot back, crossing his arms defiantly. “I’m the one who reads to her!”

Their bickering continued, growing louder with each passing moment, neither of them noticing the soft patter of tiny footsteps approaching. Little Daeron toddled into the room, his big eyes full of innocence. He looked from Aegon to Aemond, then over to his sister, who was sitting quietly on her blanket, seemingly forgotten by her squabbling brothers.

Without making a sound, Daeron walked over to his sister, his steps wobbly but determined. He reached out with his small hands, and she, always delighted by her youngest brother, lifted her arms toward him. With surprising ease for his age, Daeron picked her up, wrapping his little arms around her as he balanced her on his hip.

The older boys were so engrossed in their argument that they didn’t notice as Daeron carefully carried their sister out of the nursery, her giggles muffled as she snuggled against him. He navigated the corridors with surprising confidence, eventually finding his way to the garden, where the late afternoon sun bathed the roses in a warm, golden light.

Daeron gently set his sister down between the tall rose bushes, their vibrant blooms towering over her. She giggled again, reaching out to touch the soft petals of a nearby flower. Daeron watched her for a moment, a wide smile on his face, before carefully plucking a small rose. He held it delicately in his tiny hands, just as he had seen the maids do, and then leaned in to tuck it into her hair.

“There,” he said in his sweet voice, his words still slightly lisped. “Pretty.”

His sister beamed at him, her little hands clapping in delight as she reached up to touch the flower in her hair. Daeron’s smile widened, and he began to hum a tune—one of the lullabies he had heard their mother sing. His voice was soft and uncertain, but the simple melody seemed to enchant his sister, who watched him with adoration in her eyes.

Meanwhile, back in the nursery, Aegon and Aemond’s argument had finally come to an abrupt halt when they realized their sister was nowhere to be found.

“Where is she?!” Aegon asked, his voice tinged with panic as he looked around the empty room.

Aemond’s face had gone pale, his one good eye wide with fear. “She’s gone!” he cried, the beginnings of tears forming in his eyes. “We lost her!”

The two brothers tore through the Red Keep in a frantic search, their hearts pounding in their chests. Servants were questioned, corridors were scoured, and they even checked behind the curtains in every room. But there was no sign of their sister.

Finally, they reached the garden, bursting through the door with wild, desperate energy. Aegon was ready to yell out for help, his voice rising in a cry that was sure to bring the whole Keep running, when he suddenly stopped short.

There, nestled between the rose bushes, was their baby sister, sitting comfortably in Daeron’s lap. The tiny boy was still humming his lullaby, his chubby fingers gently combing through her silver hair as she gazed up at him with adoration. And then, to the utter shock of Aegon and Aemond, she leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on Daeron’s lips, her expression filled with innocent affection.

Daeron giggled, delighted by the kiss, and wrapped his little arms around her in a tight hug. She responded by snuggling into his neck, hiding her face shyly as if to escape the world in the safety of her youngest brother’s embrace.

Aegon and Aemond stood frozen in place, their jaws dropping in unison. The jealousy that coursed through them was almost palpable, their earlier argument now seeming insignificant in the face of this new development.

“How did he—” Aegon started, his voice a mix of disbelief and frustration.

Aemond, still stunned, could only shake his head. “She kissed him,” he murmured, as if saying it aloud would make it any less unbelievable.

Daeron, completely aware of the turmoil he had caused, simply looked up at his older brothers with a straight face. “We playing,” he explained in his cold voice, as if he didn't wanted them here.

Finally, Aegon stepped forward, reaching out to take his sister from Daeron’s lap. “Come here,” he said softly, his voice gentler now as he lifted her into his arms. She looked up at him with those big, trusting eyes, and his heart melted all over again.

Aemond joined them, standing close as he reached out to stroke her hair, his earlier panic forgotten. “We were so worried about you,” he murmured, his voice filled with relief.

But their sister, still cuddled against Aegon’s chest, just giggled and reached back toward Daeron, making it clear she wanted to keep playing. Daeron, proud of his little adventure, stood up and toddled over to them, his smile as bright as the sun.

“She's mine,” he said, more sharp this time, and the two older boys couldn't help but be scared of his tone.

Part 1 ♡ Part 2

@ 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔.

[robynnnn311]

alicents face after gwayne described daeron as kind i’m ill

[chrollc]

“daeron might yet help us in days to come”

on twitter: [x]

[sansahightower]

[alvsanne]

TESSARION, the Blue Queen House of the Dragon | S02E08

[ophelieverse]

The vibe i want Daeron to bring at the family function:

[floatyflowers]

Dark! House Of The Dragon x Game of Thrones! Reader|Part 6

<<< Part 5

You can't describe the anger you felt after receiving the news of Jaehaerys' death, and the sympathy you felt for Helaena.

And you made that anger very visible in the council.

"Jaehaerys is now dead, but you know who is Aegon's new heir? Aemond"

Despite knowing that Daemon is the one who did it, you didn't confront him, you left your mother with that task.

Trying to get as much as information, you managed to keep up with Daeron, and become his friend with sweet words.

Your youngest uncle is infatuated with you to the point where he send you a letter consisting of three pages.

Also you send many letters to the houses allied with your mother's, thanking them for their loyalty.

This is to strengthen the alliance and ensure it.

But the letters you received back, there are two who stood out.

One from Cregan Stark, who has shown great respect and even requested that you two always keep in touch through letters after you ensured him that you will send your dragon to help in protecting the wall from the wildings and white walkers after war.

And the second letter is from Davos Blackwood...It's disturbing in some sort of way as he described in gruesome detail what he is going to do to your enemies.

Most importantly, you send a letter to Helaena filled with sincere apologies for what has happened.

As for Aegon, you hesitated about sending him a letter.

However, you have thought of what your grandfather, Tywin, would have done in such situation.

To protect your house, you need to make scarfices even if it hurt your feelings.

You decided to send your oldest uncle a letter, trying to stop the upcoming war filled with bloodshed.

"Dear Uncle... I know that you are grieving, I apologize for your loss on the behave of my family... our family... let us think calmly and end a war that might result in many deaths on both sides, we both already lost someone dear to us, again, as a parent, I understand yours and Helaena's pain, I'm truly sorry, Aegon"

When Aegon read your letter send by a reven, he breaks down.

You are the first person to comfort him, his own mother didn't even do that.

But you did... which means you love him, right?

Aegon slept that night while clutching your letter to his chest after rereading it many times.

Meanwhile, you received a letter from Oldtown.

A letter from... Daeron.

Part 7

[prince-aegon-targaryen]

Can’t wait to see how they uniquely ruin his characterization 🥲

[kass-of-the-midlands]

Remember what they took from us

[tychonaarch]

"By royal command, the infants Jacaerys Velaryon and Daeron Targaryen shared a wet nurse until weaned. It was said that the king hoped to prevent any enmity between the two boys by raising them as milk brothers. If so, his hopes proved to be sadly forlorn."

–Fire and Blood