Daeron was a man wildly misunderstood. The eldest son of the youngest son. Talk about pulling the short straw. Maekar was no easy man to be the son of, especially not after the death of his lovely wife Dyanna. That was without his younger brother Aerion making a fool of himself and the royal house.

One may think the life of a prince was easy, Daeron was a testament to the fact it was not. The expectations were endless. Enter the lists of tourneys, be a strapping example for your younger brothers, show the kingdoms the strong united front of the Targaryen house.

That, piled on sleepless nights of agonizing prophetic dreams, and Daeron was at his wits end. Hence why there was nearly always a cup of wine in his hand. Better to escape reality then try to make sense of it.

He was a lousy excuse for a prince, and he knew it.

However, he’d never truly get away from any of it. The responsibilities.