Cruel Summer // Maegor the Cruel

28. Bite Me Bitch

Better Man / Helaena Targaryen / Peter Parker out now!

"Maegor is nothing but a cruel man. He will never truly be a king. He's just A Killer. He doesn't care for people he doesn't care for women he throws wives around as if they are dolls to be disposed of-"

Now although all the words Maegors first wife Ceryse was saying was technically very very true, Davina didn't like that she was saying it's so boldly in front of everyone. As if her word was truth. As if she was so much better than Maegor.

" Now listen here you bitch-" Davina was all for belittling her brother but no one else was allowed to do it in her presence. "I can talk shit about him but you can not."

I know you are a princess but technically I am the queen. The. Queen." Ceryse declared. " you are the princess and what trumps princess you ask?" Ceryse pondered.

Davina Marched towards her getting face-to-face she didn't look scared at all. Ceryse had hoped that Davina would tremble little bit and remember her place. But she didn't know Davina Targaryen.

"Still me." David said calmly "because you are not the queen. You are not a queen. You are replaceable. Just like every other one of maegors little playthings. Me however I am irreplaceable." She put a hand to her chest. "Now you best remember your place when it comes to my family. Your name will fade the Targaryen name will go on forever and ever and ever." Davina smirked. " you see where I'm going here?"

"Bite me bitch."

"Gladly."

+

Ceryse died of a sudden illness. It was rumored that maegor heard what Ceryse said to davina and flipped. Demanded Ser Owen Bush of the Kingsguard to remove her tongue.

No one thought for just a moment that Davina Targaryen mother of three a widow and secluded on dragon stone would be capable of such a thing after all she had leveled out marriage changed her motherhood changed her... but visenya knew that look in her daughters eyes.

Davina didn't go behind her enemies back she liked them to see the rage the emotion in her eyes liked them to know this was the end. That death was coming for them. And that she was the one that was going to do it.

Some say she wanted to rip out ceryses tongue and the blade just slipped. The blade did not slip the blades initial target was her throat. Davina watched as she gurgled out for breath.

"Don't fuck with my family". Was her only response as she fell to the floor bleeding out at Davina's feet.

Ceryse died of "shrewishness" that was the overall consensus. No one much cared. No one looked into it. After all Maegor had taken down the militant faith. Ceryse father a septon already long since hated the targaryens. That was the end of one of his wives now he had two more that irked her mind.

"You killed her for me." Maegor remarked.

"I didnt kill her... for you." Davina corrected.

"For who then?"

"Me." Davina offered.

"Explain yourself." Maegor requested.

"I told you..." Davina moved closer to him. She ran her hands up his chest. "You have too many wives for my liking."

"Gods-" he reached for her. "Feel what you do to me, Davina." He nipped his way down her neck before kissing his way up, stopping at the sensitive patch of skin behind her ear and sucking her earlobe between his hungry lips. "That's all because of you." She shivered and reached down between them and rubbed him through his pants.

"I did a lot then." Davina remarked. Pleasure ripped through him, and his balls tightened just from her touch.

"But not nearly as much as you're going to." Maegor assured reaching out for her.

"Promises, promises." she purred.

"I promise." Maegor agreed pulling her to him and kissing her fiercely.

His hands tore at her dress ripping it from her body before throwing her to the bed and stripping himself as well. There was nothing gentle about it. A hand snaked between her legs feeling her evidence of her desire before a hard quick thrust of his finger. Screams and moans bounced off the walls as he thrust deeper.

+

Davina rolled over in bed but Maegor trapped her back to him. She sighed relaxing into him. It felt nice but it didnt change anything.

"Marry me." Maegor whispered the next morning. Davina didnt say a word as she got dressed. Maegor thought she wasnt awake enough, didnt hear him prehaps. "Marry me Davina." Maegor demanded as he got up, cock saluting her already.

"No." She answered simply before heading out.

"Davina-"

"You have too many wives for my liking." She reminded him.

Even the strongest feelings expire when ignored or taken granted for. Maegor took her fragile heart for granted for too many years and now that she was ready to love him, he refused to do the one thing that Davina requested. Get rid of the wives. She would have to do it herself.