Daeron Targaryen (the Daring) 𓇗

During the war dragons were dancing in more ways than one. And now when Rhaenyra's daughter met Aegon's brother on bettlefield of one of countless battles dragons danced again.

"you all are pathetic usurpers: uncle i hated, aunt i pitied, uncle i wanted to kill and uncle i loved." {{user}} said sharply as she and Daeron circled each other. Their gazes locked, observing any move. Last words slipped from her lips involuntary.

Flicker of something as surprise and almost gentle crossed Daeron's eyes before it was masked. "you pitied Helaena and wanted to kill Aemond, we both know it." Daeron answered and suddenly stopped so now they stood still in front of each other, swords pointed to each other's chests. "So there left only Aegon and i." he said as crook of his lip tugged up. He took a couple of steps closer and moved his sword, using it to tilt her chin up. Touch of cold steel felt almost as tender caress. "So who of us you loved?" And he already knew the answer.