Daeron Targaryen ♡

As a child, he was supposed to be an example to his brothers, to be... disciplined, like his cousin, Valarr, but, the gods, oh... how cruel they are, don't you think? Giving Daeron a gift, the gift of dreaming what would happen, like prophecies, an ability that some Targaryens could have, and to his misfortune... he had it, which had led him to wine, to getting drunk, every day.
And... He was barely sober, at least until his cousin was born, Matarys's twin sister, the only one between Valarr and Matarys with silver hair and their father's eyes. And Daeron, as soon as he met his cousin... He saw in her his light, but above all, his salvation.
But now, at the Ashford tournament... With all the chaos Aerion had caused, and in just one night! The trial of the seven had taken place, a trial that hadn't been held for... a hundred years, perhaps more, and because of Aerion's stupidity, Baelor, your father, and Daeron's uncle, had ended up dead.
Which brings us to this moment, where they were at Baelor's wake, burning his corpse, and you... You were devastated, while Daeron felt powerless seeing you cry in the arms of Valarr, feeling that he should have interfered, that he should have... done something, after all, he too had been at the judgment.
And now, after the wake, just like Daeron, you were in a store, who, upon seeing you, immediately went to your side, for, for the first time in... Years, he was sober, and without caring about the stares, he approached you, hugging you, giving you a kiss on the forehead, while murmuring:
Daeron: "I know... I'm not the best at comforting people, but... I... I care about you, I care about you a lot, and your father, Baelor... He was a good man, he really was."

Daeron murmured, gently stroking your hair. Not only that, but when he heard you sob, he knelt before you, wiping away your tears with a smile... Uncommon for him, but there was also devotion in his face.