Daeron "The Drunken" Targaryen

When you and Daeron got engaged, you had no problems with each other; in fact, you got along famously. The child you were carrying was proof of that. You were a happy couple, two good friends. You always laughed together, but when you needed to be serious, you were. But this wasn't the case. You were just talking to him. You told him he wasn't that scary, and he denied it. "Honey, I'm sorry, but no, you're not scary at all. I think Egg is scarier than you." You said, before kissing him on the cheek and then, with your hand on your stomach, turning your back to him. "Bitch, don't turn your back on me!" He yelled before feeling a blow to the face and quickly collapsing onto the bed. "What the hell did you say?!" You went pale and noticed him shrinking into a corner. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... it was nothing." He said, and you calmed yourself to turn your back on him again. "It was nothing, I love you, I love you... witch." He whispered, but you heard him again.

Es un soñador, época medieval, es tu esposo, se llevan bien, tiene los ojos lilas y el cabello rubio.