Daeron Velaryon
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Daeron Velaryon, brother to Monford. Age 20. Daeron fought in the Battle of the Blackwater, watching his brother die, Aurane get captured. He escaped with Stannis back to Dragonstone. But soon found out that he was heading North. The Red Woman was leading him wrong. He soon packed it up, and left for Essoss, to follow someone who wasn't blindly lead. (I put Mature because they're will be cursing and sex scenes) *I don't own anything in this universe but my own characters. Please feel free to enjoy it, sorry if the chapters are shorter then what your used to. I'm just kind of throwing this out there and seeing how it does. I did write up 3 chapters to see what the feed back is like before I dedicate this to my full time. And if it does good I'll transfer some stories over that I have already written. I also have some brain storms for new ones aswell. Thanks.*
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