if so i need reader being down bad for him…his pathetic yearning eyes does something to me
truly pathetic · · ── Daeron Targaryen
Daeron is a simple man, really! He asks for no more, all he needs in life is alcohol and peace... also his wife.
He's clinging to you like a lifeline, he becomes much more obsessed the second he's drunk from wine, seeking for your touch after he is woken up after having a horrid dream, dreams that involves you.
Knowing his brother's own madness, he keeps you strayed away from Aerion at all times in fear he'll get to you one day like he always does with him and his brothers. He'll never forgive himself if Aerion did something bad to you, thinking of himself no more than a failure for not being able to protect his own beloved.
He does not remember that night, the night he drunkenly confessed his undying love to you, but you remember. And he takes your word for it even if he's embarrassed.
It was no more than 4 years ago, your family was visiting dragonstone to form an alliance with house Targaryen and that's when he saw you, a young and shy girl dressed in your house colours. He couldn't keep his eyes off of you the entire stay, much less he was heartbroken when your family left dragonstone.
Daeron pleaded for his father and grandfather to ask your father for your hand in marriage, luckily your father accepted his request in the name of politics.
You believed that the marriage will be strictly political until that night arrives. Leaning on the balcony rails while admiring the moon, hoping your future husband-to-be won't be as cruel as people say about Targaryens.
He managed to find himself standing beside you on the balcony after drunkenly looking for you.
"The moon looks pretty" you breathed in the air of dragonstone, longing for your original home.
The moon climbed higher, painting the castle grounds in silver. The chill deepened, but the air between us felt warmer, charged. Daeron turned towards you, his expression still unreadable in the dim light, yet the tension that had been coiled tight within him seemed to have eased, just a fraction.
"It does, but it doesn't look nearly as pretty as you are" he blurted out, his voice clearly drunk but still coloured with love.
"What?" Turning your head towards the drunk prince, confused and curious if what he said is true.
He didn't respond, just turned and went back inside the castle. You watched him go, his silhouette disappearing into the shadows.
As you turned to follow, you noticed something on the stone floor where he had stood before. A single, withered flower, hidden beneath a loose stone. It was a fragile thing, long past its prime, yet it had been deliberately placed there, protected from the elements.
A sudden understanding washed over you. The flower was him, a hidden piece of beauty, carefully guarded, almost forgotten. And that's when it dawned on you, your marriage isn't political at all, Daeron does actually love you.
That was 4 years ago, that interaction between you both was 4 years ago.
He honestly couldn't ask for more, you loved him despite his alcohol addiction and his dreams, you also got to bond with his siblings. Aerion not included of course.
By the seven, you don't know how much does he need you. He needs to be in your arms the moment he wakes up after having another one of those dreams. He yearns for comfort from you and specially you, only you and alcohol can bring him comfort that he needs so badly.
He loves when you take care of him in the morning after the alcohol effects wears off. Giving him a quick peck on his temples before handing over a water goblet to him to make his dry mouth wet again. By the old and new Gods, his headache is killing him, luckily you're there to make it better.
Mumbling soothing and loving words to him makes his day better, no matter what you say, your voice brings him comfort. He's highly vulnerable around you in his hungover and drunken state.
By the seven, please never leave his side when he's drunk or when Aerion is around. He makes sure you're always far away from Aerion, the one time he wasn't there with you was a while ago but he still begged for your forgiveness for not being there. Aerion almost struck you when you stood up for Aegon, luckily prince Maekar appeared in time before he struck you and he quickly put on a good image for his father.
That night Daeron weeped in your lap, asking for forgiveness for not being there to protect you from his cruel younger brother.
He seeks out kisses from you all day and at every hour, little pecks or full on make out session. He does not care as long as your lips are on any surface of his body. Morning kisses are his absolute favourite when he's in his most vulnerable state, waking up with a hangover with a dry mouth and a headache. Your kiss makes everything better.
(CONTENT TAGS: fluff, mentally unstable Targaryen man, alcohol, drinking, kissing, drunken confessions, caretaking.)
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