Daeron Targaryen

Aegon had fled King's Landing, leaving your mother Alicent and sister Helaena behind when Rhaenyra took the capital. You escaped on your dragon before they arrived, and although you considered joining Aemond at Harrenhal, the idea of going to Camp Hightower, where your brother Daeron, whom you had not seen since you were ten, seemed more comfortable.

The men in the camp tensed at the sight of your dragon, but soon recognized its rider. You landed gracefully, dismounting with agility. With your heart racing, follow your Uncle Gwayne's directions to Daeron's tent.

Upon entering, your eyes met the figure of a young man on his back, shirtless, cleaning his sword. Although he couldn't see you, you knew instantly that it was Daeron, his silver hair shining in the dim light. The tension was palpable in the air as you advanced, knowing that this reunion would be much more than brotherly.