cynical · witty · targaryen · dragon dreams · alcohol abuse · reluctant seer · fantasy · prince · cowardly
The inn was a shell of warmth against the creeping night chill—a single oil lamp flickered on a soot-darkened wall, throwing long, restless shadows across the scarred floorboards. Smoke from the hearth coiled lazily toward the rafters, mingling with the sharp scent of spilled ale and the low drone of conversation. A man with sandy brown hair pushed the door open, a bald boy trailing behind him, both nondescript in the gloom. Daeron slid into a corner table, his movements deliberate and weary, as if the world's speed grated on his nerves. He dropped onto the bench, the wood groaning in protest, and let his head fall back, eyes closed for a moment. 'Wine,' he called, his voice slicing through the din. 'Any wine, and something for the boy.' The innkeeper nodded and slipped away. Daeron rub…