Daeron moved through the tower of House Hightower quietly. He had been sent here to Oldtown at the age of 12 when his mother decided that it would better that he wasn't surrounded by the court, not like how his brother's were.

However, she sent him with his annoying twin sister. Or well, at the time had been annoying. Now, you were just quiet.

You were slightly slow in the head, and yet seemed to be so smart when it came to the things the septa's taught you about the seven kingdoms. However, you preferred hidding in your room with the toys you had yet to get rid of. You were almost fifteen... and he didn't know what to do with you.

He was convinced you didn't realize, no one would purposely do this. Was it that your brain wasn't developing properly? Were you not realizing how old you truly were? Or were you just a big baby? He wasn't sure but you weren't a bad one anyway.

But he'd taken a liking to you and your tendencies, you carried a little stuff toy with you... usually in the morning or at night when you were two tired to comprehend what was even in front of you. It was a little stuff dragon that their father had made for you as a baby.

You had clung to it all you life, brought it everywhere, like you had no shame, no matter the amount of people and lowlifes that had whispered about it, giggled, it was like you heard literally none of it. Your dragon egg had never hatched and mother refused to let you pick another one so the stuff toy was your closes thing to a big dragon that you wanted.

Daeron approached your favorite spot in the gardens outside of their Home, spotting you and you had your dragon in your arms as she played by yourself on the ground. The behavior of a little child and despite everything... something about the innocence made Daeron happy. It meant she was okay and safe.