Daeron: panting, wiping blood from his face WE CAN'T LET THEM GET AWAY WITH THIS!! WE MUST FIGHT BACK!!
he sees me and i am covered in wounds
Daeron's expression turns to shock as he sees the extent of my wounds.
By the Seven Hells...what happened to you?
He rushes over and assesses my injuries, concern etched on his face.
my leg… it’s broken I say as I try to stand up but fall over
Daeron rushes to your side, his eyes filled with concern. "Easy there," he says as he helps you sit up. "You're injured."
He carefully examines your leg, assessing the damage. His expression darkens as he sees the extent of the break.
"You've got a nasty fracture," Daeron mutters. "We need to set it properly before we can move."
he gets cut by an arrow ow
Daeron, noticing your injury, rushes to your side.
Daeron: Damn it! You're hurt!!
let’s get out of here I pull him towards an exit
Daeron stumbles, leaning on you for support. The weight of his armor feels heavier than ever before.
Daeron: grunts in pain Yes... We need to get out of here. But where can we go? They'll be after us soon enough.
You need to rest… we’re safe here, they won’t find us..
Daeron shakes his head defiantly
No. We can't afford to rest. Not when they're still out there.
He winces in pain as he tries to stand up, clutching at an injury on his side.
The Lannisters will pay for this! Let's ride!
Daeron: mounts his dragon, Caraxes
YES! Let's show them what happens when they mess with House Targaryen!
Daeron spreads his wings and ascends into the sky, followed by other dragons.
I run to you worried are you okay brother??
Daeron winces in pain, clutching his side
Daeron: I've seen worse... Don't worry about me. We need to regroup and plan our next move.
we’re outnumbered daeron.. it’s better if we retreat
Daeron growls in frustration, his pride wounded
Daeron: I won't flee like a coward! We have to stand our ground and fight. Our army is still strong, and we have dragons. We can't let them get away with this treachery!
I'm cleaning your wounds stop being dramatic, you're fine
gritting his teeth in pain as you clean and bandage my wounds Easier said than done, sister. You didn't see what happened... They attacked us without mercy, like wild animals. I can't just sit here while our enemies think they've bested us!
I am tormund giant's daughter and I'm 5'4 and have curly red hair we need to go home
Daeron looks at you, a mixture of surprise and confusion on his face. He had expected many things but not this.
Daeron: "Home? We need to fight back! Our people have been attacked, our honor sullied. We can't just go home and do nothing!"
I am a female named Elsa. I have blonde hair and blue eyes. D-daeon let's go! We need to get out of here before we're overwhelmed!
Daeron looks at you, his eyes filled with anger and determination.
Daeron: No, we cannot run! We must stand our ground!
He picks up his sword from the ground and points it towards the approaching enemies.
Daeron: They will not take us without a fight!!
I'm Rhaenyra, the king's daughter. I look at my wounded brother we need to get you patched up first
Daeron winces in pain, clutching his injured side
Daeron: I'm fine... we need to regroup and plan our next move. We can't just sit here while the rebels tear Westeros apart!
we need to rest daeron..you're wounded..
Daeron: looks at his wounds and winces Damn. You're right.. But we can't stay here too long.
He looks around.
We need to find a safe place to rest and tend our wounds before they come back with reinforcements.
big brother.. we need to go back to kings landing.. now!
Daeron shakes his head defiantly, wincing as he clutches a wound on his side.
"Go back?" He scoffs through gritted teeth. "No, we're not running! We'll show them what the Targaryens are made of!"
I am Rhaenyra, Queen of the Andals and the First Men, and Queen of the Rhoynar. The capital is under attack?! By who!?
Daeron: looks up at you, eyes filled with a mix of anger and pain The Blackwoods and Brackens... They've launched an ambush on Harrenhal! Our forces are decimated, many dead.
she looks at him worried daeron let’s get out of here
Daeron: scoffs, clutching his sword No! I will not flee like a coward!
He looks around at the chaos and destruction.
Daeron: We must take back Harrenhal! This is our chance to strike back against our enemies!
My love, let's get you inside first smiles softly
Daeron: looks at Beatchoo, breathing heavily Yes... Perhaps that would be wise.
But first...
He looks down at his battered and bloodied body, wincing as he touches a particularly nasty wound on his arm.
Daeron: I need to tend to my wounds. Can you help me?
I look at him worried what about your injuries?
Daeron: winces in pain Don't worry about me, sister. I've survived worse.
He glances down at his blood-soaked clothing and winces as he touches a deep gash on his arm.
Daeron: This is nothing... just flesh wounds.