I spent definitely too much time pondering over unfortunate double meaning of the consume option on soap XD (wersja PL)

Here's how the Dark Urge currently looks like in my newest run, rocking that headwear ✨

Pop that hip and slay (slays in two ways)

The dark urge and young lady Orin

The Red Kraken

Do you love me? You imbecile.

The Bard Prince

So I was inspired by this scene from the movie Elvis 2022. Daeron is the prettiest guy of his time. He’s also famous for his beautiful singing voice and musical talent. His voice has a siren like quality to it and it’s borderline magical. He used it to tame and claim Tesserion. It also drives girls crazy.

This is a little OOC and goofy, my boyfriend help me write this one. I hope you enjoy it! Daeron is the Elvis of his time.

Warnings: Crazy fangirls, technically assault, Daeron needs his own sworn shield.

The Prince Daeron Targaryen was renowned throughout the realm. His lute-playing and singing voice were known to move the hearts of even the most hardened knights. Many a maiden and lords at court would flock to hear him perform, vying for his attention and favor. Daeron had always been at ease with receiving attention, and his older brothers had even inferred that he relished being doted upon like a prized animal.

Until one day, as he played his lute in the Godswood and sang a his favorite song of love, the young maidens unexpectedly became ferocious. The sound of his voice had a siren's allure, causing them to abandon their self-control and dignity, and surrender to its spellbinding effect. They pressed in on him, tugging at his clothes, all begging for his attention and love. Daeron tried to back away, but he was hemmed in on all sides. He feared that they may start tearing off more than just his clothing. It was then that Ser Criston Cole, came to his rescue, he dove into the frenzy and tried to pull Daeron away from the throng of ladies.

“GET BACK! BACK!” Cole shouted at them. “WHAT WOULD YOUR FATHERS SAY IF THEY SAW YOU ACTING LIKE WILD BEASTS?!”

It was only after Cole brandished his blade and threatened them that the frenzied maidens finally relented and calmed down. He ordered them all to leave the Godswood immediately, warning them that they could be arrested for attacking a member of the royal family.

Breathless and disheveled, Daeron looked down at his torn silk clothes and missing shoe. "What in the Seven Hells was that?" he asked, bewildered.

"Seems like your charms were too much for the ladies to handle," Ser Criston replied with a wry smile, dusting the boy off.

Daeron's elder brothers had observed the entire scenario with great amusement. Aegon had laughed uncontrollably throughout the incident, while Aemond stood next to him, wearing a smug and satisfied expression.

“You've got quite the following, little brother," Aemond said in a sardonic tone.

Daeron shook his head, still reeling from the experience. "I had no idea they were so... passionate," he said, rubbing his arm where one particularly ardent maiden had grabbed him.

Their other brother, Aegon, looked on with a furrowed brow. "What is it about you that those rabid bitches find so irresistible?" he asked.

Daeron shrugged. "I think it may be the songs," he said. "Or my hair."

Aemond jested, "You know, you might want to start wearing armor, or you could end up as the only Targaryen in history to be gelded by your admirers."

Daeron shivered at the thought. "Mayhaps I should." He agreed.

And so it was that Daeron, the Bard Prince with the voice of an angel, would only perform in his jousting armor, his lute slung over his shoulder. The maidens still flocked to him, but they kept a respectful distance, wary of the knight who sang love songs while brandishing a sword.

Did some Daeron edits

daeron & alicent sketches

how tf a lannister realer than your own momma

Tyland should adopt those children.