appletoyoureye
They said Prince Daeron dreamed true, though he drowned the visions in wine before dawn could claim them.
Elenei Waxley, raised on superstition and stories, listens anyway. In a world where songs outlive the dead, she begins to wonder whether prophecy is merely another kind of haunting.
[A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms fanfic]
[Daeron the Drunken × oc]