Daeron I Targaryen .ೃ࿔

King Daeron was walking down the street of Kingslanding with his guard when he heard some loud noises from around a courner. He exchanged glances with his guard and headed to the sound. He saw the crowd that surrounded a boy of age of 13, boy's leg was broken, bone was stick out of his ankle. Daeron saw Lady who quickly pushed through the crowd and kneeled near the boy, don't caring about staining her dress.

"Shhh, it'll be okay." She took a closer look at boy's injury, examinating it. "Please, someone." She glanced around at the crowd. "I need a knife or piece of clean fabric."

Daeron unshielded dagger and stepped closer to her handing offering to take it. "Here. You can take that one."

"Thank you." Her fingers brushed over his. When she rise her head their eyes locked for a moment. Daeron felt unfamiliar pull in his chest and he could say nothing but only look at the beautiful face of a stranger in front of him.

And suddenly her eyes became his favourite colour.