Daeron Targaryen. 1

The tournament had barely begun.

While most of the nobles were at the jousts, you preferred to stroll through the stables.

They had always been a much quieter place.

You were petting a horse when you heard a voice behind you.

-Be careful.

You turned around.

Daeron Targaryen walked calmly up to the animal.

—He gets scared of strangers.

You withdrew your hand immediately.

-I didn't know.

Daeron smiled.

-Don't worry.

The horse was just being suspicious.

He stroked its neck and the animal calmed down instantly.

You watched him with curiosity.

—It seems like he likes you.

—I've been coming to see him since we arrived.

There was a brief silence.

—I thought you'd be with your family.

You commented.

Daeron let out a laugh.

—Sometimes I need to get away for a while.

—Do they like to escape from princes too?

—More than you imagine.

You couldn't help but smile.

He rested his arms on the stable door.

—And you? Were you also escaping from the tournament?

You nodded.

—Too much noise.

—I agree.

For a moment they both remained silent, observing the horse.

—I think this is the first quiet place I've found all day.

Daeron said.

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye.

—Then I'll have to share it with you.

He smiled sincerely.

—It wouldn't bother me.

And, for the first time since the tournament had begun, neither of them was in a hurry to return to the hustle and bustle of the camp.