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We are pleased to announce the arrival of { DAERON , PRINCE } of { HOUSE TARGARYEN } to King’s Landing! The { THIRTY } year-old { CISMALE} is whispered to be { HEDONISTIC & HEADSTRONG } but in reality they are { OPTIMISTIC & GENEROUS }. They are also said to resemble { CHRIS EVANS }They are { FOR } a new treaty of peace and unity between House Targaryen and House Stark. Things, however, are not always quite what they seem, are they? [ devin, EST, he/him/his ]

#about!Daeron

atychiphobiias

"thank you, cousin," daenys smiled as she stepped backwards to give daeron more room to reach for the fruit. in case her smile didn't say enough, she was quite grateful for his help. she opened her mouth to say thank you once more as she reached for the apple only to gasp loudly as he took a bite. "no thank you, i would like one without a bite missing," she informed him, unable to hold back her laughter. "or a few, if you don't mind."

thehedonisticdragon

"One without a bite missing? Well I shall see what I can do for you." Snapping a finger, he called the Kingsguard who held her original apple over. "I did happen to stumble upon this apple, which. I think was the original one you sought." Taking the original apple, he handed it off to her. "Though if you'd like more, I could just hoist you up and allow you to pick as many as you seek." Flexing his arm a little, "I doubt lifting you would prove to be much of a challenge sweet cousin."

#c: daenys

princessrhaetargaryen

Who: @thehedonisticdragon Where: The Coronation Festivities

"Tell me dear brother, have you yet grown tired of the nobility fawning over you in an attempt to get in the good graces of their new king?" The Targaryen princess took her seat beside him at the feast table, having just returned from a handful of dances in the ballroom. "I wonder if they are aware that you can see the truth in their motives within their eyes. It's rather transparent if you ask me."

thehedonisticdragon

The coronation had so far been rather enjoyable, after the initial ceremony, the celebrations had done a great deal to take his mind away from everything that had been plaguing him. He had about enough wine to help him escape from any serious conversations, and when he heard his sister's voice, he smiled. "Rhae, there you are, I was just telling...." He turned to where there was now an empty seat. "Well I was telling whoever had been sitting here all about...well never mind it's not important now." Shaking his head, he waved his hand at her. "The people have been lovely. I think they truly like me, and can not wait to see what kind of King I am to be." Smiling, he blinked a little. "Truth? Well I would hope people would be truthful with me."

#c: rhae

jeynehightower

"Yes, the poison may have been found in his chambers, but let me present this idea to you. We were all in the Great Hall for the festivities, anyone could have slipped out unnoticed and placed the vial in Richard's chambers as to frame him. I'm sure that you're aware there are people who would wish to destroy the peace treaty between the North and the South. What a better way to do that then accuse a Stark Prince of murder? Richard is your friend, what good would it do him to kill your father? What motive would he have?" Jeyne looked at him with pleading eyes. "You just said it yourself, yourself and Prince Stark's father are in negotiations to avoid war. Surely there is someone here who would seek to benefit from such a war. But that person is not Richard."

thehedonisticdragon

Daeron sat looking at her for a few moments. He licked his lips before speaking,

"I mean this as no offense, but I hope you don't perceive me as unintelligent. You are not the first to bring that idea before me, before my council. The simple truth remains however, as of right now, he and Lord Cerwyn are the only suspects because they are the only ones with any evidence pointing in their direction. I will also reiterate my point that as of right now, I do not know if he actually did it, but I also know that I cannot say I know he did not do it."

Daeron brought his glass of water to his lips, wetting them again. "I can't say what motive he would have, perhaps the North expands their borders, perhaps he becomes further up in line to the Northern throne. There are a thousand reasons why any one person could want a war. I imagine there are plenty of people gathered who would want war. The question is, who is actually brave enough to act on that want.

Still I admire your......passion in trying to convince me that Richard is not the murderer."

#c: jeyne

isolatednights

lips tug into a smile at the sight of the approaching man, fingers digging into her skirts as she swept into a curtsey before the man. at the mention of her father, the expression faltered and despite herself, rhaenys cannot help the soft chuckle that escapes her.

the two houses of old valyria had seemed to orbit one another since they'd first fled their homeland and sailed west, and through each success ( and subsequent failure ), house velaryon had followed the house of dragons. much like their ancestors, her father had been a man of notable greed ( with a grand desire to raise his house further than it had before ). with two leaders meeting their end in such close succession ( and yet another moving to sit the conquerers throne ), the woman could only imagine what schemes her father might be cooking up to gain the young kings ear.

"i have missed much of the capital, your grace, i simply wish my return was under better circumstances." smoothing out her skirts, amethyst hues offer unspoken sympathies and apologies ( certain the man has heard it all far to often, as of late ). "i am certain my father will find you before the night draws to a close, your grace." she placates.

thehedonisticdragon

Daeron waved a hand at the title, the Prince, and heir not caring for formalities at the moment. "Please just Daeron, your grace is so tortured, and I have heard it so often tonight." With the Velaryon lady he felt no need to be anything more than a man. "I am certain the city has missed you just as much, it grows brighter with your presence now." He nodded, the death of his grandmother a tragedy. "Yes...so do I, but we must prepare for whatever the future may hold. Now that both the Queens who signed the first treaty have passed, a new one is in order. I hope it will be even more fruitful." He chuckled when she said her father would seek him out. "As the next heir to the throne, and perhaps the most eligible bachelor in all of Westeros, I imagine a great many people will be seeking me out before the night comes to an end."

#c: rhaenys

atychiphobiias

location: the gardens participants: daenys targaryen & open

"oh rats," daenys couldn't help but sigh as the apple she'd been trying to pick fell to the ground, quickly rolling out of sight. were she in a better mood, she probably would've chased after it - but these days she hadn't felt like doing much of anything. still, she sat her sight on another piece of fruit, standing on her tiptoes as she tried and failed to grasp it. "can someone give me a hand?" she raised her voice only slightly, hoping that someone would overhear and come to her rescue. these days the gardens were seemingly packed.

thehedonisticdragon

Daeron was making his way through the garden, he was thinking as alone as he could be, he was trying to figure a way out of this mess that he now found himself inheriting with his soon to be coronation. It felt too close to everything, but he knew the realm needed stability now more than ever before. Hearing his cousin's voice, he chuckled to himself. Finding the first apple he had one of his Kingsguard hold onto it for him.

"Allow me to help with that Daenys." Reaching up once he was close enough, he plucked the apple, offering it to her, before quickly pulling it away when she reached for it, biting into it, before once again offering it. "I hope you don't mind cousin." Speaking he was trying not to laugh, and still had apple in his mouth, "I was hungry."

#c: daenys

The hour was growing late, and Daeron was growing tired of everything he was handling, so he dismissed his advisors and set out for the courtyard, two of his Kingsguard trailing behind him. He wanted to dismiss them but he knew after the death of his father, they would not allow him out of their sight. He was now out in the air of the courtyard when he saw the Lady Viserra Velaryon, smiling as he approached.

"Lady Velaryon, is it not late for you to be out at this hour? Shall I help you back to your chambers. I know the Red Keep can feel like a maze."

@viserrxs

#c: viserra

jeynehightower

Who: @thehedonisticdragon Where: The Red Keep, a private meeting place

Jeyne had made a promise to the Stark Prince, her betrothed, and despite their relationship being built on rocky soil, she intended to see it through. For him to rot away in a dungeon, or worse be killed for something he did not do? No, she couldn't allow that to happen. She wouldn't. It was why she had asked for a private audience with the newly appointed Targaryen king, for it was his guards that had Richard held under lock and key.

"Your highness," She gave a curtsy when she arrived in the room, watching as one of his men shut the door behind her. "Thank you for being will to speak with me on such short notice. I assume it is no secret why I am here. Prince Richard has been arrested with seemingly no evidence as to his crime. You do not truly believe he had a hand in the King's death, do you?"

thehedonisticdragon

As much as he had wanted, Daeron knew that there would come a time when he had to emerge from his chambers, and face what was now facing Westeros. It seemed in such a short time things went from so peaceful to so disastrous, and it had landed squarely in his lap before he had even been coronated. He had received many petitions requesting his attention to so many things. Right now though, the most pressing matter was keeping peace between the North and the South. The Stark Prince was his friend, had that been a cover, or was he truly being framed? Daeron, at present did not know what to believe, but the poison used to kill his father was found in his chamber.

"Lady Hightower." His hand rested on his chin, listening to her speak. "The poison was found in his chambers was it not? I have been advised that is enough evidence to hold him." Pursing his lips, he thought for a moment. "Personally I don't know, I can't say I truly believe he did it, but I also can't say I truly believe he didn't do it. Right now, he and Lord Cerwyn are the lead suspects. However, his father and I are in the process of even more delicate negotiations, to avoid war."

#c: jeyne

serjacensunglass-deactivated202

Jacen was happy to see a smile return on Daeron's features, if even just for a moment he wasn't thinking about everything. They had plenty of time for that, the world outside the bedroom doors would come rushing at them the moment they stepped out. Live in this moment, he reminds himself and keeping in other dark thoughts of the future at bay. His eyes slide close and he is content in that very spot. He's not constantly watching over his shoulder or around every corner, he isn't tense and ready to spring into action and for Jacen that's a lot. The bed shifts and his arms fall away from the other's waist and he misses the warmth of the other by his side. Blue eyes flicker open and he sits up watching Daeron teeter slightly on his feet. Jacen manages a mirthy chuckle at the other's expense.

"I apologize greatly," He calls after in a lighthearted tone as the other disappearing into his wardrobe closet. "I should know better." Jacen says outloud, more to himself then for Daeron's sake. He can hear the sound of the old trunk being opened and the sounds of rummaging. Jacen is sitting up at the edge of the bed and maneuvers to take off one boot and then the other. He reaches for the pair and tosses the leather boots out of the way. There forgotten the moment Daeron returns victorious from his closet with a wine bottle in each hand. He doesn't reply right away, feeling Daeron's eyes on him. With anyone else, he would have worn the mask of a knight and member of the kingsguard, the confident and loyal soldier, but he doesn't have to play that game here. Daeron gets the real him, the humble (and sometimes self-critical) boy from practically nowhere who can and would face down a thousand charging soldiers on horseback all on his own but give him a compliment and he's a stuttering mess.

"That's not fair you get to say that first, because you know very well, I feel the same way about you. There's never been anyone else, it was always been you, even before I realized it." Daeron was his best friend and his other half, he very much believed that. It just so happened his other half would be and now was king. Jacen stands up and crosses the room to the other, reaching and taking both wine bottles from the other, he's thinking for a moment like a kingsguard. "Considering you've had a whole half already, we're sharing, especially since I know your agenda in the morning and you need to look your best."

thehedonisticdragon

"Then perhaps next time you should say it faster, and to think I am the one who's already started to drink, and I am still outwitting you when it comes to charm." Daeron frowned a little when the bottles were taken from him, he knew that Jacen was simply looking out for him, but he wanted to indulge in his worst instincts right now. He wanted to run from everything that was happening, and right now he physically couldn't do that, so he was seeking to run through the wine. Letting out a soft sigh, he nodded.

"Fine, we'll share. Though I will have you know you're being quite cruel to present me, for the sake of future me." Daeron moved in close to Jace, nuzzling into his neck, he pressed his lips against his skin. A mischievous grin growing on his face, "Need to look my best in the morning? Are you telling me I need to appear before court wearing naught but my name day suit? I imagine it would cause quite a commotion for my first day as King." He leaned lazily against the Kingsguard member, before he finally moved away.

"Since we are sharing I suppose we'll need glasses." Moving to a table he had by the balcony, the soft curtains gently flowing into the room with the breeze, he picked two glasses up, inspecting them without much care if they were actually clean or not, he brought them over to Jacen. Eyes still scanning over the other looking for a hint of anything from him, he wanted the other to stay with him. As the glasses were taken and filled, Daeron bit his lip, a pit growing in his stomach.

"I want you to stay the night, Jacen. I want you in bed with me, tonight. I don't....don't wanna be alone. Please."

#c: jacen

serjacensunglass-deactivated202

The crash of the wine bottle on the floor makes him wince, he's glad now he dismissed the two guards that had been outside the room. But Jacen, he has a flash of just the other night as the king's goblet falls from his hand and makes that same sound. The dead silence that filled the room for just a second as the realization came of what was happening. Jacen remembers looking across the room for Daeron, fighting back wanting to rush across to the Targaryen prince, and grabbing hold of him just to reassure himself that the other had not fallen victim to an assassin's poison. He's reassured now, brought out of the memory as Daeron's arms wrap around him and tears fall into his shoulder. Jacen's own arms wrap around the other and hold him close, his chin rests on the top of the other's head.

"It's okay, I know." The words whispered softly and no explanation was needed, nothing else that has to be said between them. This is a moment shared just between them and that level of trust goes both ways. Jacen just holds Daeron in his arms and lets him work through those tears. Finally, the other's head lifts, tears wiped away and their eyes meet, "I will happily meet that request." Their foreheads touch and their lips meet again. This time he can taste the Dornish wine still on the other's lips. He'd be happy to just stay in that moment forever as Jacen feels his own tension melt away from the chaos that has followed in the wake of the king's death. He hadn't even realized he'd been holding onto it and he could let go here, be with Daeron.

"Always is a very long time, but I do like the sounds of that." He does try not to let his thoughts wander to what they did as he entered the room. My king, he did just want to be Jacen and Daeron in that moment but neither of them had expected this to come so quickly. He doesn't say anything about where his thoughts were doing instead, a lighthearted tone. "Did you really have to destroy the wine bottle?" He teases, trying to distract the other, something so typically them. How often had they snuck away from the keep as teenagers to drink as common folk in town? "We could have just been drunken fools together the rest of the night."

thehedonisticdragon

Daeron let himself smile, the first time since everything that had happened happened. He didn't feel safer, or more relaxed than here with Jacen. He almost felt guilty for letting himself smile. But he knew his father....his grandmother would want him torturing himself over things he could not have stopped. They would want him to try and find happiness where he could. "And yet, it's not long enough." Daeron let his hand lazily move to Jacen's beard lazily brushing his thumb through the short facial hair. He let himself laugh at the lighthearted complaint. Pulling himself off the bed, he tutted ever so slightly.

"You insult me, Jacen, thinking that was the only bottle I had hidden away in here. Here, take off your boots, get comfortable. I'll get the other one." Daeron wobbled as he walked, evident that he was already slightly intoxicated and that Jacen was going to have to catch up, if he truly wanted to be a drunken fool with Daeron. The Dragon Prince....or King now, he supposed disappeared into his wardrobe, where he opened a trunk with a loud thunk, followed by rummaging, and then an ah ha, before finally Daeron reemerged with two bottles of arbor gold, and both were unopened. "Shall we share them? Or shall one be for each of us?" When he looked up from the bottles at Jacen, Daeron couldn't help but ogle him for a few seconds, feeling a slight heat rise to his cheeks, he started to blush like a young maid again. "You still somehow remain the only person capable of leaving me speechless."

#c: jacen

serjacensunglass-deactivated202

In a matter of one night, Westeros had been thrown into chaos. The king was dead - murdered by poison. The Red Keep was on lockdown for all its guests and worst off, all fingers were pointing at House Stark and Cerwyn as the culprits behind it. Had the end of a sixty-year peace finally come? They all wanted answers and there had been no reprieve since that evening as the king took his final breath. The Kingsguard was to join the royal guard that night as they search the castle and rooms. Before leaving the Great Hall, Jacen had been left with only a spare glance across the room to reassure himself that Daeron had not fallen like his father. He was left with the picture of the Targaryen Prince and King Stark trying to be the voices of calm in the panic.

That night, the search of the castle grounds for any would-be assassin trying to escape came up with nothing. The conclusion was that the assassin had been among the guests. Jacen had never liked the idea of the houses of Westeros under one roof, but he wasn't one to say 'i told you so'. Besides, there had been too much to do to spare such a petty thought. He had been questioning guests, first, it was about their whereabouts but after the vials were found, it was then asking what they might have heard about or from House Stark or Cerwyn. That had been the monopoly of his time while others had been assigned temporarily to their new king.

A pair of royal guards stood outside the king's chambers and Jacen found them there standing solidly watching the halls. One of the guards tells him the 'king doesn't want to be disturbed' and between those lines, Jacen knows it doesn't apply to him. He dismisses the pair, assigning them to go question the guests because Jacen has had quite enough gossip and finger-pointing that he can handle. He waits for them to leave and doesn't bother knocking as he opened the door and steps inside.

He's seen Daeron at his best and at his worst - it hurts seeing him disheveled as he is and hearing the gravel in his voice. "Then I guess you'll just have to pretend I'm not your kingsguard right now." Though he is right, a kingsguard should not see the king this way. His king, Jacen's not sure he's entirely processed that either - he is not just protecting the heir to the throne anymore. But the world outside the bed chamber was not what was needed now. He was not wearing the usual golden armor of the Kingsguard he was usually found in, he'd left it behind in his own room for the simple tonic, pants, and boots. He moves across the room and lies down in the space next to Daeron, turning on his side and propped up in an elbow. "You know you never have to ask me for that, I'm here for you, always."

Jacen glances at the half-empty bottle of wine and he can't even playfully chastise the other for that. Instead, he leans across the space between them and lets his lips brush against the others in a brief kiss. "I'm sorry," He says the words and knows that Daeron's probably been placated with apologies from everyone in the keep, but Jacen understands loss and feels it for the other. "What, if anything, do you need right now?"

thehedonisticdragon

Daeron heard Jacen's feet making contact with the ground, coming closer, feeling as the bed moved once the other's weight was on the featherbed along with his own. He heard the words leave his lips telling him him that he should know he never had to ask for Jacen's comfort, and then finally he felt the warmth of his lips gently brush against his own. It always amazed Daeron that a knight who was so strong, so capable of doing such harm to others if he had, was also capable of being so soft, and gentle with him. When he heard the words that Jacen was sorry leave his lips, Daeron let the wine bottle slip from his fingers, the bottle breaking on the floor, it would be a problem for another time. He moved his arms to wrap around Jacen, pulling himself into the crook of his neck, letting himself cry ever so lightly into him.

Jacen was the only person he let himself be this vulnerable with, he was safe from harm, but also from judgement, from any kind of scheming, or ulterior motives. Right now he was so thankful that his grandmother gave him the gift of Jacen. Pulling away he wiped at his eyes, before his hands moved lightly brushing Jacen's face. "I just.....I want you right now. I don't wanna be a Targaryen right now. I don't want to be a royal right now, or you a knight. I just want to be Daeron and Jacen. That's what I need." He pressed his forehead against Jacen's, before leaning in for another kiss, this time he let his lips linger against the other's, not wanting to end it, until he did.

"It's always going to be you and me, Jacen. Always."

#c: jacen

Losing his grandmother was hard enough, her loss was a massive blow, but it was expected. She was older, and had lived a long full life. Now he had just lost his father too, in what was evidently a murder. He was King now, something that did not excite him. He had believed he was going to have quite a few years before it would be his turn, now....now he was inheriting the throne and what could spiral into a crisis if not handled carefully. Daeron, was not known for his diplomatic skill nor for being a mean of great learning. Skipping out on so many small council meetings now, he was mad at himself, angry at the gods for taking so much from him. Was this some sort of punishment?

To make matters worse, upon an initial sweep of the Red Keep the poison was found in the rooms of his friend Prince Richard, and then a member of House Cerwyn. He didn't want one of the first things to upon under his reign be the end of six decades of peace. King Daeron the Horrible, or the Incompetent. He could already hear the cruel nicknames. The taunting remarks that would follow him forever. No, no he couldn't let such thoughts get to him, it was just all of his emotions merging together at the moment to cause doubt in himself.

He was currently in his bedchamber, he wasn't yet ready to make the move into the sovereign's chambers. He was laying on the bed, staring up at the top of the canopy. His feet dangling off the end, he looked far from the regal crown prince.....or monarch he now was. His boots were off, and the laces of his breeches undone, he had also already discarded the top half of his outfit. His short hair was messy, and in his left hand was a bottle of Dornish Red, already partially emptied solely by Daeron.

When he heard the door to his room open, he was slow to lift his head, groaning ever so slightly. "I asked not to be both-" Stopping when he saw that it was Jacen who entered, he slowly lowered his head back against the bed. "A knight of the Kingsguard probably shouldn't see his King like this." Daeron's voice was hoarse, patting the empty spot on the bed next to him, he turned to face Jacen, his eyes wet, and his face streaked. "But I need my best friend, and my lover's comfort right now."

@serjacensunglass

#c: jacen

House Velaryon was old, and of Old Valyria just like House Targaryen. They had a long and complex relationship between their houses, and with Dragonstone and Driftmark being so close to one another, they were bound to once again, become allies. He currently approached Rhaenys Velaryon, the eldest daughter of Lord Velaryon, giving her a small bow before he smiled.

"Lady Rhaenys so good to see you once again. Your face is always a welcomed sight in the capital. I hope your father is doing well, I have yet had the pleasure of getting to see him tonight."

@valyrianblooded

#c: rhaenys

"Sweet sister are you not enjoying the ball?" Daeron had found his sister out on one of the terraces near the great hall wondering where she had gone off to. A smile sitting on his face, he leaned on the wall next to her. "Or have you come out here to escape the guests. I know they mean well but they can become very overbearing. Especially, and I am sure you would agree, those seeking to start some form of a courting."

Being an unmarried heir to the throne meant that Daeron was arguably the most eligible bachelor in Westeros. "You look very beautiful tonight, just like Grandmother when she was younger I am sure." It was hard not to miss her, but Westeros would need to get used to not living in the shadow of the dragon queen.

@dcfiiance

#c: rhaella

The Vale was cold but beautiful. The mountains brought with the Vale a certain grace that couldn't be found anywhere else in Westeros. Daeron's various trips there had taught him to appreciate the Vale for all it was. The Royces were an integral part of the Vale, and one of Westeros' most dignified houses. They had a long, dignified history. Smiling as he approached the current ruling Lady of Runestone, he gave her a short bow.

"Lady Royce, thank you for joining us. Your presence illuminates the Red Keep. I hope that you're adjusting well to King's Landing, if you ever need anything, I would be happy to help it be seen to."

@boundlessmemcry

#c: elayne

♥

To Daeron family is everything. As a future king, what good would he be if he were not even able to be close with those he was related to? His core belief about family is that you must defend them, you must stand by their side, and if you do that, then together you can solve any issues that may arise.