@musingnook | Daeron & John.
"I believe you have won this round, my lord." Daeron struggles under John's grasp -- though he has not yielded quite yet. Daeron started this, got himself into this mess by tackling the other. The Targaryen prince reeked of wine, of course, as he always did. He pauses, glancing into John's eyes as he smiles. "I yield, I yield."













