Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince, was married off to his Bronze Bitch, the lady Rhea Royce of Runestone. While being unpleasant with his marriage, not all was bad, for Rhea gave him a son, whom he named Maegor, after the Cruel.
Maegor eventually...
THE HEIRS OF THE DRAGON CHAPTER ONE 13th of the 9th moon of 112AC
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Maegor was asleep, but he wasn't a very deep sleeper, and he heard his chamber's wooden door being opened.
Footsteps approach him. He slowly reaches for the dagger under his pillow, grabbing it, pretending he wasn't hearing anything.
The footsteps reach his side, and so, in a very quick motion, Maegor unsheathes his dagger and points it at the throat of the person bothering his light sleep.
Standing with his hand on his sword and a smile on his face was Daemon Targaryen, Maegor's father. The boy smiles as well, seeing he has impressed his father, which makes him proud of himself.
"I taught you well, my boy. Hmm. But tell me, do you scare your servants like this every morrow?" "Some morrows. Depends on which servant comes to wake me up." The boy replies.
"Hmm. I see. You can drop the blade now." the older man says. Maegor drops the blade and puts it back under the pillow.
"Good morrow, kepa." "Aye. Good morrow. Listen, you and I will be leaving Runestone now, I am going to take you home. I have some business to attend and I want you to be a part of it." Daemon tells his son. The lad of five and ten smiles, he loves when his father includes him in important businesses in the capital, he loves watching his father work.
"We are going to King's Landing? Allow me to pack my stuff and I will be down in ten minutes." the younger male says, getting up and grabbing a luggage bag. "That's my son. I will await for you by Caraxes and Aegerax." Daemon says, leaving the room.
Maegor gets dressed in dragonriding appropriate clothing and packs more if not all of his clothes into two bags. The servants help him carry the bags outside to where his father was waiting for him.
"I'm here." the lad says, approaching his father. The servants leave the bags on the ground and he has to carry each one separately to tie them up onto Aegerax's ropes. Then, once ready, Maegor straps himself on his saddle and looks over at his father who did the same on his own dragon.
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The older man flies Caraxes into the sky. "Sōves, Aegerax!" Maegor orders, his dragon flying upwards into the sky, following Caraxes.
They fly all the way to King's Landing and once they arrive at the Dragonpit, the dragonkeepers guide Caraxes and Aegerax inside. Daemon and Maegor ride on horseback to the Red Keep on Aegon's Hill.
Taking the tunnels to get into the Throne Room, Daemon walks up the ten foot tall, deformed, most famous throne; the Iron Throne.
