THE HEALER PRINCE ( House of dragon reincarnation)(OC x Alicent)

Part 2

CHAPTER 2

MAEGELLA TARGARYEN

Maegella Targaryen, the third daughter of King Jaehaerys and Queen Alyssane, sat in a room in Bravos, far from her home. Clad in the grey and white of the silent sisters, she looked down at the book on the table before her. She looked at the details written and explained about the body, thinking about the nephew who had written about things that the citadel had not learned in centuries.

While to the outside world, it was one of the remnants of tomes from the ruins of Valyria. She knew the truth of it all. Her hands rubbed the rugged cover of the book. Her fingers passed over the name of the book.

Se canon hen medicine-THE CANON OF MEDICINE.

The book was a well of knowledge. It was decades ahead of anything she had learned in her duty to the silent sisters. Sadness rose in her heart as she remembered the condition in which he had to write this. While he had tamed a dragon when he had been exiled, life after exile had not been so easy for him. More so, for a prince of a dynasty like theirs. Maegella looked down at her hand. Her skin taut crusty skin was marred with wrinkles. These spots traveled up her whole side, covering the underside of her head. The remnants of greyscale. Greyscale, which her stubborn nephew had treated.

He had been severely reprimanded for taking such a huge risk. Yet he had succeeded where her fellow silent sisters and even the best of Maesters had given up. For that, she owed him a great debt. A debt that she had tried to repay when she had tried to plead with her grandfather to end his exile. Yet the old kind had not budged. Intent on having Aenys learn his lesson, and then the news had come of him claiming a dragon.

That had eroded all chances for forgiveness. The old king had been enraged when he had heard the news. Only her pleading had somehow managed to stop him from disowning him. And then she left her home as well. Chasing after her nephew. She had seen him struggle for his life. Struggle to have things that many in her family took for granted.

But he had persisted. And then he had succeeded in building an identity for himself. An identity aside from just an exiled price. He had beaten the odds and was now famous throughout the lands. The Blessed Healer. He invented and improved medical techniques. Making a name for himself.

She was deep in thought when she heard a knock on the door. She was broken out of her thoughts as she spoke up.

"Enter."

And a servant entered the room. Maegella closed the book placing it back with the rest of the various tomes gathered on the side. The servant bowed, despite her continuous instructions to the contrary.

"My lady, there is someone here who wants to see the prince urgently," the servant spoke up and Maegella frowned.

"The prince is not here. Tell them to leave a message," she replied. This was not a unique occurrence. Thousands wanted to see the price. Requesting him to heal their ailments. Yet he could only heal a few. More so, the prince charged quite an exuberant sum for his services now that he was famous.

If not for Maegella's effort, the college and Maegella frowned at the name once more had only been possible because of her efforts. Despite her order, the servant did not move. Maegella stared at the servant who spluttered after a moment of hesitation.

"My lady, the person who wishes to see the prince is his brother Prince Daemon. According to him, he bears an urgent letter for the prince," the servant added.

Maegella's eyes widened as she listened to those words. Finally.

"Go back and lead him to the special guest room. I will be there shortly," she said and the servant nodded and left the room. Maegella locked the books on their special shelves. Then she moved out of the room. Making her way through the hall, she walked up a flight of stairs to two ornamental doors leading to the special guest room.