The atmosphere in King's Landing remained thick with the echo of the historic decision to legitimize Daron.At court, the faces of the Great Council reflected astonishment, suspicion, and a subtle unease in the face of the change looming on the horizon. Otto Hightower and other nobles exchanged glances and whispers in the corridors, silently torn between tradition and the possibility of a new order.
In the streets, the rumors were inescapable. Citizens like Juanos, the fabric merchant, quietly discussed the impact of recognizing Daron Targaryen—a change that would undoubtedly alter the kingdom's fate.
Between Dreams and Destiny
That night, as the city rested beneath a mantle of uncertainty, Daron found himself alone in his chambers, caught in a whirlwind of thoughts. The crackling fire seemed to speak to him in an ancient tongue—until a dream pulled him into a haunting world.
In that dream, a colossal and sinister dragon emerged from a dense mist. Its dark, gleaming scales contrasted with a pair of piercing green eyes brimming with fury. The most disturbing image was that of the dragon devouring its own kind in an act of cannibalism, absorbing the life essence of those who dared oppose it. The beast, wild and unrelenting, seemed to guide Daron through a landscape of ashes and ruins, leading him toward the enigmatic fate that awaited at Dragonstone.
When the dream faded, Daron awoke with a racing pulse and a conviction that something deep and ancient was calling to him. The image of the cannibal dragon, though terrifying, seemed to hold a message: a legacy to claim, a destiny that bound him irrevocably to Dragonstone.
His Half-Brother's Permission
As dawn broke, Daron presented himself before Viserys in the throne room. Their relationship as half-brothers was a complex one—forged in Targaryen blood and shaped by years of living in the shadow of old traditions.
Viserys, his gaze a mix of seriousness and subtle acknowledgment of his half-brother's strength, spoke with firm but measured tone:
—"Daron, now that you've been recognized as a Targaryen, you have the right to seek what burns within you. I see in you a calling that reaches beyond the court."
Daron, eyes steady and revealing little emotion, replied:
—"I dreamed of a dragon—a vision that leads me to Dragonstone. I don't yet know what it means, but I feel that my destiny lies there."
Viserys nodded slightly, giving his consent without unnecessary ceremony:
—"Then go. May your journey to Dragonstone help you understand who you are, and what this realm needs."
They exchanged a brief but loaded look—the silent understanding of those who share blood and an uncertain future. No elaborate speeches. No tears. Only a tacit recognition of duty—and opportunity.
The Call of Dragonstone
With Viserys's blessing, Daron wasted no time in preparing his belongings. News of his departure spread quickly through the city. In taverns and alleys, whispers of the "silent dragon" on a quest for answers at Dragonstone filled the air—though few truly grasped the meaning behind his dream.
As he left the safety of King's Landing, Daron gazed toward the horizon, where Dragonstone's jagged silhouette stood against the morning sky. The image of the cannibal dragon still burned in his mind, a reminder that the path ahead was full of riddles and trials that would reshape him.
Without visible emotion, but with unshakable resolve, he began his journey to the legendary island—fully aware that the Targaryen legacy, and perhaps the fate of the realm, might hinge on what he would uncover there.