Maenya Targaryen.
Born in 96 AC,
The first child of Aemma and Viserys Targaryen,
All seemed well, Maenya was "The gem of the Kingdoms" her younger sister, Rhaenyra was " The realms delight" and her mother was pregnant again, this time with a boy
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Maenya POV
These few months had been one of the best in my life!
Once I'd ridden back to Kingslanding, people could see the humongous dragons flying above them, Meraxes was so large that there was no way in hell that I would be able to to keep her in the dragon pit and so she was kept in the forest outside the city.
People were shocked to see such a thing. My father included, I had many people congratulating me, from the small folk yelling praises to be to the people in court telling me what a great feat it was!
Rhaenyra and I still hadn't spoken. I didn't want to, she didn't even speak to me before taking what, by birth, should have been mine.
And finally my father, I expected him to be proud, to be happy and to finally see that I could be heir, that I was a true Targaryen and yet he seemed only to be more scared of me and I still didn't know why.
Even though Rhaenyra and I were not talking we were still togther a lot, for example when being our fathers cupbearers for the small council.
"Ser Ryam was a strong Lord commander of the Kingsguard but he was ill for some time. He passed in peace, I hope." My father said to his council as Rhaenyra poured him a glass of wine as I did the same for the Lord Hand.
"Yes, your grace. he was found to have passed gently in his sleep. His remains are being prepared by the silent sisters, the succeeding Lord commander, Ser Harrold would like to make haste in finding ser Ryam's replacement on the Kings guard." Mellos responded
"Your Grace. My Lords" Ser Harrold said " the canes God must soon be restored to its full complement of seven, with the help of the hand, I've invited a number of fine candidates to court, all have passed fair trials"
Lord Corlys then stormed in, furious "Four ships have now been lost. The last one was flying my banner. The stepstones have now grown into a conflagration, yet you sit here and about court businesses!"
The hand talked back "If there's something you'd like to discuss, Lord Corlys-"
"I want to know what is to be done about my ships and my men" Corlys snaps
"The crown will compensate you for your ships and crew and make an offering to the men's families"
"I don't want compensation" Corlys growled "I want to see is the stepstones by force and burn out this crabfeeder"
