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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There was beauty in coldness, the northerners have always kept to themselves, but they were welcoming to their new lady. They treated Maegelle as if she had been a northerner all her life. As the years passed, her beauty became as beautiful as winter, and the Lady of Winterfell was revered and admired. Her marriage to Lord Stark had been fruitful, she was happy.
"You will leave, again?" her lips curled into a thin line.
"Maegelle," he begins, his voice patient and filled with understanding.
"Duty is sacrifice. It eclipses all things, even blood. All men of honor must pay its price. The North owes a great duty to the Seven Kingdoms, one older than any oath. Since the days of the First Men, we have stood as guardians against the cold and the dark." he explained, taking a step in my direction, settling on the bed beside me.
"- through its long tradition, the Night's Watch cultivated its strength from doomed men who had their life as their only possession, but my ancestor Torrhen Stark began a tradition by making an offering at the onset of winter. One in ten men from our household was to be chosen to fortify the Watch. It is not a sentence, but an honor – an honor that my brother wears well. I wish to visit him, and I will be back before our babe is born." he promised.
"Winter is coming." he repeated his house's motto, and she pushed him to lay on the bed. He took a deep breath, inhaling her scent of roses. "Then, what is this coldness that falls from the sky and shivers my bones?" she inquired, wanting to know more about his beliefs. "It is late summer snow, my princess." he teased her.
"When winter comes, it will cover all you see, and all memories of warmth will be forgotten." he reminded her, like it was his duty to do so. "To think that our ancestors were in that very Wall over a century ago." she pondered, "- you, at least, had the mercy to not threaten me with your dragon." he teased her again.
"Did you think that they ever expected their branches to merge?" she inquired, he shrugs.
"It matters not, because I must leave now." he rose to his feet. She smiles, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Please don't forget your farewells to Jaehaerys." she reminded. A child that she named after her great-grandsire, a true Targaryen he was, with silver-gold hair and pulsing purple orbs.
She wanted to remain in the North forever, with Brandon Stark to warm her cold nights. If Maegelle had only known the fate that was to befall her husband. A few days later, Maegelle birthed her second son. She named him Cregan. At the same time, news of her husband's death was brought to her. He ventured beyond the wall, and was lost to the wildlings.
Maegelle is alone again.
She returns to where she was raised.
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Jaehaerys tried to hide his tears from his mother, but she knew him like the back of her own hand. Being the Lord of Winterfell has taken a toll on the boy, forcing him to become a man. "Why do we have to leave?" he complained, their bodies swaying due to the harsh roads leading to King Viserys' kingdom. "If I had a choice, sweet boy, we'd be home too." she responds.
"I am Lord of Winterfell, why can't we do as we please?" he questions, she freezes for a second, heart sinking to her chest as she realizes how young her sweet boy is. "The King calls for us, and his word is law." she replies with a forced smile.
"You will adore the Red Keep, my son." she comforts, and he lays his head on her shoulder, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.
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It was morning when they arrived.
Daemon made sure that he would be the first person to greet the Starks. He's heard stories about her great beauty, about her soft features that never seem to age. He sees a womanly feature exit the carriage, her figure exuding grace and confidence. His breath stills.
In all of his days in Westeros, he's never seen quite a maiden.
A temptress, Maegelle Targaryen.
She stands waiting for her older son, whilst her younger son is held close to her chest. The last time he saw her, she was crying and begging to see King Jaehaerys, now that she's older the thought of her made him feel warm. It was the conqueror inside of him. The thrill of seducing a lady that knew nothing but kindness and mundanity.
Her head that was once round, now was perfectly defined.
Daemon wants everything. Daemon wants to use everything that the gods give him. He imagines himself tracing imaginary lines in her back while the sun illuminated their features. He'd study her body, every curve of it like it was the mountains of Vale. She was beautiful.
"Princess Maegelle," he remained his composure, his feet beginning to march in her direction. He wanted to ask for her hand in marriage, but the thought of her recently deceased husband and mother quickly brought him back to reality. If he wanted her, he needed to do it slowly. "Prince Daemon," she greeted in return.
Only beginning to realize that a million things have changed in Daemon's visage.
"You should rest, I know how difficult traveling from the North is." he gave her a charismatic smile, his eyes trailing down to her body. He frowns, seeing that repugnant Stark-gray gown. He swore at that moment that she'd only wear the colors of their family. Blood and Fire.
"I was hoping that you could show us around, seeing that King Viserys is nowhere to be seen." she glanced and he chuckled. There were many things that they had in common, first, was reaching for Viserys' love and not finding even a drop of it. His eyes trail down to the little boy hiding behind her skirts. He smiles, children are fickle minded creatures. "And who is this?" he bent slightly so he could see the boy in a better light. 'A true dragon' he thought, seeing his own purple eyes stare right back at him. "Lord Jaehaerys of Winterfell." she introduced, tapping the boy's shoulder and motioning for him to introduce himself.
"I am Lord Jaehaerys of Winterfell, the Warden of the North. It is a pleasure to be here, my prince." he introduced himself, giving Daemon a small bow before returning to his mother's side. Daemon's eyes narrowed, the boy wasn't over ten years of age, but he held immense power. Power that the vipers of this court would use to their advantage.
He felt a sense of duty to protect Jaehaerys.
"Shall we head inside the castle?" he smiled, his hands finding the small of Maegelle's back. Leading the family to safety inside the gates of the Red Keep.
