Cruel Summer // Maegor the Cruel

29. Dear Death

Maegor was pissed. Correction he was furious. How many times has he asked Deanna to marry him and how many damn times did she refuse? He was losing count. And he needed an heir. He was the king and his current two wives were not cutting it. He went in to tell them that they needed to have a baby and they needed to do it now and he knew they would be excited because he had been neglecting them for Davina and her children. But when he found them they were dead in a pool of their own vomit and urine.

"Marry me now?" Maegor begged.

"Romantic." DAvina countered with a scoff. 

"Dav!" Maegor whined. 

"Can you be alone for a day? Or do you need to constantly be satisfied?" Davina purred as she walked past him.

''That's a trick question and you know that." he shouted after her

"It's not a trick I just already know the answer and I don't like it." she corrected staring back at him over her shoulder.

"You leave me no choice you realize!" he shouted.

"I don't know what you mean and I don't think I want to."

"Three," he shouted after her and she stopped "you got rid of three wives so you could have me all to yourself and yet here I am! I am ready for you and you don't want me. What am I supposed to do?" Maegor questioned. 

"You want everything to be handed to you, well I want you to work for it, work for me." Davina informed him honestly as she rounded the corner of the hall out of sight, but not out of mind. He didnt want to have to work for it though, he liked when things were handed to him. 

Desperate to cement his stolen throne with an heir, Maegor took three wives at once, known as the Black Brides because each were women he'd widowed in his wars.

"Really Maegor?" Davina sassed.

"You said no." Maegor reminded her. "And I need an heir."

"Yeah, Alys Whoroway and your witch Tyanna not producing you heirs?" Davina agreed.

"They are a little bit too dead to do so." he agreed.

"Well that's a fucking shame."

"Marry me!" Maegor demanded.

"You are a cunt. No."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I Kill the wives, dont take three more, love me and only me. But work for me Maegor. Prove you are worthy of my children and I. You know me, I'm going to make this easy on you. So its me and only me... Is that so hard?" Davina pondered and Maegor stared back at her a moment too long for Davina's liking. "Clearly it is. So clearly I'm not yours. Just like you are not mine."

"Davina-"

"You want three wives, taken I won't be just another one of your playthings." Davina sassed.


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"Black Brides" was the term used to refer to the most current three wives of King Maegor Targaryen: Elinor Costayne, Jeyne Westerling, and Maegor's half-niece Rhaena Targaryen. Gross. Davina rolled her eyes. Visenya was not happy either. She knew that Maegor and Davina were perfect for  each other, they kids like him. Davina loved him but wouldnt admit it due to her pride. Maegor wanted Davina on a silver platter and knew she would sooner serve him his ball and cock on a platter cutting it up before him to further his pain. 

 They were named Black brides because they were all widows of men killed by Maegor. The king married them in desperation for an heir, not out of love. 

"If I remarry will I be a black bride? I like that title, its fun, like this day it funeral not a wedding." 

"Davina," Visenya whispered. 

"Look at little Vaera's dress, doesnt she look so cute!" Davina veered off topic. 

"She looks perfect as always." Visenya agreed as Vaera giggled out reaching on her tip toes for the table trying to find a cookie. 

"Little miss," Davina scooped her up. She was two years old and a giggle bug.  A cookie monger and the littlest light of Davina's eyes. 

The Black Brides were wed them in a single ceremony officiated by the High Septon. Maegor chose them because the three women were of proven fertility. All had been widows of men who had died in Maegor's wars, or at his command.

"Alaric looks more and more like Erryk." Visenya whispered. "You know he adores his uncle Maegor." she added quickly. 

"Mama come on!" Elijah pulled at her skirt and Davina offered her mother a pinched smile. 

"Excuse us we have to go watch Maegor fuck up yet again, I'm honestly surprised that I'm surprised considering what a fuck up he has been for... well, forever."

 First up was the Lady Elinor Costayne was the youngest of the three Black Brides, who had been married to Ser Theo Bolling, and had birthed him three children. Ser Theo had been arrested by the Kingsguard, accused of conspiring with Dowager Queen Alyssa Velaryon, and executed - all on the same day. Elinors children had died but she had been proven to carry them to term, they died of infection and flus.  

Next was the Lady Jeyne Westerling, the widow of Lord Alyn Tarbeck, had given her first husband a son after he died, the son died soon after before Leyne was distraught and didnt take care of her son, Maegor didnt choose his wives strategically. They were weak woman. 

Lastly the most despicable of the three brides, Princess Rhaena Targaryen, widow of their half nephew, Prince Aegon Targaryen. 

Davina drank her drink, danced with her boys, Alaric and Elijah were such gentleman, not a hint of Targaryen bitterness in them Davina had decided. Visenya spun Vaera around and her giggles echoed. Davina ignored the way Maegor's new brides kissed him, ignored the way Maegor stared longingly at Davina. He had his chance, made his bed and he was going to lie in again. 

Davina gave the black brides one night The night to say The I do become the next lady- princess- queen whatever the heck they were calling themselves- Targaryen. Got to eat the cake drink the wine but there would be no bedding. She let them enjoy themselves and she knew responsibly she knew that she should've taken her anger on her brother out at her brother and not the many stupid wives he took. 

He knew that these black brides they were calling themselves were not all in love with her brother didn't want him and yet they agreed. Were they forced? Maybe... either way if they said no they were going to die and if they said yes and wanted to marry him well they had this coming anyways.

"Could've been you." Maegor whispered kissing along Davina's shoulder as he passed. "Still could be." Davina's eyes tracked him then. Taunting her. Vaera giggles cut through the deafening silence that filled her when Maegor took a sip of his drink holding her gaze. 

She let them enjoy their evening smiling dancing kissing their new husband. But that was all before she poisoned them. Maegor had too many wives and davina was not one to be just another woman in his bed.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I'm a temperamental bitch that lost her husband you three lost your husbands too isn't that something. I don't want to join mine yet but you three can say hi to yours."

"Don't do this." 

But Davina wasn't done yet.

"-and I'm not going to be just another woman in Maegors bed. I would take his head too but..." She shrugged. "Family." She offered as the women clawed at their throats. "Dear death.... they are ready."