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
I sat staring off into space as muffled voices and cries surrounded me. My children, crying in my arms.
It happened just after dinner.
Our family had finish supper together as usual and had started to descend the stairs of the dining room when Qoren fell.
Bleeding from his nose and mouth, and then his head from the fall.
He was dead.
His 'sickness' finally getting the better of him, at least that's what we thought. It was only when the autopsy came did we find out what happened.
Poison.
Apparently it had been in his system for years, only when the maesters tended to him would it slow and dull the effects but now...it had taken him.
My husband was dead.
I put the children, all dressed in black, on the sofa. As I poured myself some wine.
A knock at the door. A servant walked in.
"Princess"
"What?" I asked
"They..."
I turned, frustrated and having no patience for this, tired with tears still in my waterline "They what?"
"They believe they have found who is responsible for...the prince's murder" She says cautiously
I stayed silent. For the passed week I had been planning and hosting my husband's funeral whilst trying to console four children who have now lost their father, not to mention the responsibility of now being princess regent of Dorne, until Vaemor comes of age.
I didn't invite my family. I didn't want to. I didn't want to see anyone.
This past week has only been pure resilience but soon that numb feeling that I had for days now, turned to a rage. A burning one.
I slowly turn "Who?"
"Harmen Martell"
Pure. Rage. "Look after the children." I said sharply
I stormed out of the room, not sparing anyone a second glance, I barged into the throne room and saw guards holding Harmen as he struggled to get out of their grasp.
My face turned stone cold and I turned to sit on the throne. This clearly annoyed him as he fought against them harder.
"Harmen"
"You bitch!" He seethed, spitting at the ground
"You poisoned your own brother, your prince, why?" I ask, no emotion present in my voice
"He was a fool" he grumbled "Letting you Targaryens take over, the cunt clearly forgot what you did to us"
He was cut off my Nymor storming in and punching him square in my face, screaming at him "MURDERER!" He kept on striking down on Harmen.
I didn't stop him, not until he was near death.
"Stop it, Nymor"
He halted and glared at his brother, walked to stand next to me
"Seize him" I said The guards pulled a bruised and blooded Harmen to his knees
"So what now? You'll kill me with your dragon? Unleash your Targaryen madness" he taunts me
I smiled.
"No, you will be placed within a pit of scorpions and snakes for your execution but before that" I walked slowly towards him "You will experience a world of pain..." I smiled and tears rolled down my cheeks
"And I will show you what Targaryen Madness looks like."
