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105 AC





The question of the king's succession was brought up only mere hours after the funeral. It was understandable, the realm needed an heir. But who would it be?

Daemon was brought forth as an option, but many opposed. Claims were made that he would be a next Maegor, that he was too ambitious or that he would even kill his own brother to gain power.

Lord Coryls Velaryon attempted to make the argument for his lady wife, the Princess Rhaenys Targaryen. Backing it with the fact that she already had a male heir, but was unsuccessful.

Ultimately the question arose once more, this time asked by Lord Lynonel Strong.

"Well, who else would have a claim?"

Everyone's gazes shifted to Lord Otto Hightower when he brought an answer, "The King's firstborn child." 

The lords were appalled by the suggestion. A girl. No queen had ever sat the Iron Throne and to these men the idea was alarming. With that, an argument broke out.

Who should sit the Iron Throne, the brother, impulsive and violent or the daughter, a girl?

Tired and actively grieving, Viserys had enough "My wife and son are dead! I will not be made to choose between my brother and my daughter! And I will not sit here and suffer crows that come to feast on their corpses!" He shouted, hands shaking with anger and stormed out of the room.

Daemon, still safely hidden in the secret passage, was conflicted. They would sooner name a girl as an heir than have him sit the throne. Was he really so bad? Did they, his own brother, really hate him so much?  


Maegora once again laid in her bed. Exhausted from the day, she held Zenox close to her chest, gently stroking his head.

The sound of her door opening snapped her out of her thoughts, confused she called out lazily "Hello? Who's there?"

She sat up as, who she concluded to be her sister, approached her. Noticing the new person, Zenox let out a protective growl. "Gīda, gīda ilagon" (Calm, calm down) She told the blue dragon before turning to her sister.

After a few moments of the girls simply looking at each other, Rhaenyra started to cry, her hand slapping over her mouth as to muffle her sobs. Tears came to Maegora's eyes as she offered the younger princess a slight smile. "Come here" she muttered, enveloping her sister in a warm hug.

They sat there, holding each other, for what seemed like hours before finally separating. "Would you like to properly meet Zenox, you never got the chance the other day" Mae asked with a teary chuckle, receiving an enthusiastic nod in return.

"Māzigon kesīr" (Come here) She signalled to the young dragon, he climbed into her lap. "Rhaenyra this is Zenox" She presented him proudly.

"Rytsas Zenox" (Hello Zenox) Rhaenyra greeted him before she turned back to her sister "He's grown."

She had had Zenox for only a bit over a week, yet he was already the size of a puppy, but didn't seem to know that. He acted like a clingy child, continuously latched onto Mae when she was around, sitting on her lap, laying his head on her shoulder.

Maegora loved the little guy a great deal. Having been her only contact with another living thing for the past week, they had grown extremely close.

Solemnly Rhaenyra looked at her sister and asked, "Who do you think father is going to name as his heir." Scared of the answer she looked down, wringing her hands together.

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