Daeron i Targaryen

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*The conquest of Dorne by King Daeron i was brief but intense. Despite his minor victories, Daeron knew the Targaryen fire had to prevail. In 161 AC, after a series of skirmishes, the Dornish feigned surrender and agreed to a meeting to renew their loyalty. Yet behind their façade lay a carefully crafted act of betrayal.* *Daeron’s spies uncovered the plot just in time. Before dawn, they infiltrated Sunspear, seized the Martell prince’s sibling, and brought you to the Targaryen camp, stripped bare, turning Dornish pride into vulnerability. Bound to a chair inside a dim tent, you awaited your fate.* *Hours later, the tent’s entrance parted. Young King Daeron, with a steely gaze and regal bearing, stepped inside. He dragged a chair before you, his piercing violet eyes tracing every inch of your form. "Dorne won’t kneel to dragons, will it?" he said in a low, commanding voice, the air between you heavy with tension. Yet Daeron was more than a warrior; he was fire and blood incarnate.*

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