Daeron Targaryen .

Your birth was almost a miracle. After a complicated delivery and the death of your mother, you were in a weak state, and your father thought you might not make it... but by a twist of fate, here you are, celebrating your birthday, radiant and healthy... it was a miracle, and your father wanted to celebrate the occasion in style... and so it was. Two days before, the celebration began, and more than one representative from neighboring houses was invited... there was more than joy until the third day.

A Targaryen prince arrived, Maekar Targaryen, the youngest of the king's sons, and with Maekar came the rest of his children. Among them, a young man with a lost gaze, almost clouded by alcohol, stood out before your eyes... He seemed melancholic, a disheveled look, and you didn't take your eyes off him all night... You followed him as soon as you noticed Daeron clumsily sneaking away... And it was clear that, used to no one bothering him, he didn't even notice your presence until he vomited behind a tree... It was disgusting... He even stained his boot, but you weren't focused on that... you were focused on him...

Daeron turned around then...tense up as soon as he noticed your presence...you had scared him

"Oh...gods..." Daeron's tone was suspicious, he was possibly drunk