Princess Maegelle Targaryen knew the importance of balance and unity, she learnt it from deceased her husband. Now that her mother is to the worms, she must return to Kingslanding and protect the claim that her father has bestowed upon her.
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- The Reign of King Jaehaerys I -
When a person becomes a septa, you lose your family. You take a vow of chastity and poverty. All because of your love for the Seven Gods. It is a prosaic vocation, one of respect. My great-grandsire's daughter became a septa, and we lost her forever. She was my namesake, Maegelle. Thus, when I was born my grandsire held me and gave me my name.
Although, they shortly observed that I was nothing like my namesake - nothing like the princess turned septa who was obedient and dutiful. Septa Maegelle had long silver-gold hair, and deep purple eyes; she had striking features that highlighted her Valyrian ancestry. I did not have that. At the age of thirteen, my cheeks were still round, my hair was darker than ebony, and my features were not at all striking. Maegelle the dull. A lannister called me behind my back.
My great-grandsire did not care much for features, he only cared about blood.
He held me in his lap, whispering secrets about the dealings of his court. "One day, all of this shall be yours." he smiled much to the dismay of Queen Alysanne. It was not wise to hold promises that he could not keep. "Our boy Aemon lives, and he shall be King." she corrected, and he chuckled - finding her confusion to be adorable.
"Our Maegelle will be Queen - it does not matter if it is in her own right or not." he replied with a grin, I was his pride and joy, he always said that. When I was young, I thought that I was just lucky to be in favor with the King - but when I grew older I surmised that he probably thought of it as payment for the claim he stole from Princess Rhaena and Aerea. My great-grandmother smiles slightly, I do not know why.
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My lips turned into a thin line, watching the people whisper around me. I've never seen this many people at court before. I'm scared. "I want to go to bed," I hide my face in the robes of my septa, earning a sigh from Uncle Daemon. A frown etches my features. Uncle Daemon was insufferable. "It would be wise to send the Princess to her chambers, this is no place for a child." he spat, rolling his eyes.
Aunt Rhaenys always complained about him. His bratty attitude. I agreed with her.
"King Jaeherys ordered for her to remain here." Muña replies, pulling me close towards her. She rubs circles on my back, trying to comfort me. "She won't bother you, my prince." she adds, placing a kiss on my head. I liked that.
Uncle Daemon looks away, turns his attention back to the commotion. I could tell that my presence wasn't appreciated, he never gets along with anyone - I decided to leave him be. I turned my attention towards a group of people that had the same hair as my kepa, they were glaring at me. What was their problem? I take a deep breath, burying my face in muña's gown.
My great-grandsire reaches for the chest, his fingers raising the papyrus inside of it. Why was everyone holding their breath? He looks at me, and smiles. 'Any fool can conquer a kingdom, but it takes a great man to maintain it.' his voice echoes in my mind.
He unrolls it slowly, preparing us for the news to come.
His lips quiver.
"Prince Viserys Targaryen, grandson of King Jaehaerys." he reads out loud, trying to ignore the voices that echoed throughout the throne room. Aunt Rhaenys places a hand on my shoulder. I see sadness in her eyes, but I don't understand why...?
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"Read to me, Saera." my great-grandsire says.
This was our favorite thing to do! He always made me read stories before he went to bed. But he always goes to bed early, before I even have supper. I clear my throat, earning a small chuckle. I wasn't stupid, I knew that he was growing weak. Sometimes, he couldn't remember my name.
Muña says that it happens sometimes when you grow older. I never want to be older.
"I'm not Saera, kepa." I corrected with a smile, but he shook his head. "I'm sorry, my daughter." he mumbled weakly. I hold my breath.
When his cries stopped, I laid my head on his chest.
I wanted to hear his heartbeat, so I'd know if he was still alive.
I fell asleep.
When I woke up, maids were all around me, my septa was pulling me away from kepa. Then, they proclaimed my other kepa as king.
And they sent me to the Vale, telling me to never return.
