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
It had been 3 weeks since being in Kingslanding. I had given the Martell sigil jewellery to my children, Daemon and I spent endless hours together, though my father was always too ill for me to see him.
Until now.
It was the owl when I was called to mi father's chambers.
I entered closing the door behind me, "Father?" I called out
He was in his bed "Yes...come child" he groaned out
I did, sitting at the edge of his bed as he started to speak "What is it that you wanted to speak to me about father?"
Sadness grew in his remaining eye, "It is my doing, I know" he started to speak, his voice was scratchy and I could tell it caused him great agony to even talk
"What he your doing?"
"You were right...if you were...born a man...I would've thought you to be a great king"
I was taken back to when I was eighteen years old, when my father told me of the dream he had about me, told me about the song of ice and fire and back to when I asked him that if I were a man, would he have perceived the dream about me differently...to which he did not give an answer...
He started to sit up, agony filled his voice as he groaned but still, it did not stop him from reaching over to the cabinet beside his bedside, opening the drawer to pull out a quill and scroll. His groans of pain getting louder as he continued to move and talk, taking long breathes and groans every few words
"I have had much time to think over this...too much time" He settled back into his bed "Hold up the paper for me child..." he asked
I did.
Before he could put quill to parchment, I interrupted him
"Father..."
"There is division in my court...I know...I know I am somewhat to blame for it...I know I have forsaken you many a time...my first born...I do not wish for my legacy to be remembered as foolish and blind, leaving behind destruction and upset...for that to happen...I must correct my mistake..."
He turned to the parchment again. Nether of us noticed Alicent walking in, nor the unknown pair of eyes, also watching,
"I, Viserys of house Targaryen...do hereby name Maenya Targaryen...my first born...Princess of Dragonstone...and heir to the Iron Throne"
He the looked to me, a smile on his face "The Prince that was promised...he will come...and...I am to believe...he will come from you...Maenya."
Alicent came and stood next to me, taking the scroll and looking at it "We shall have the royal scribe create copies to send to every major Lord, they will be send out on the morrow" she smiled
"Good...very good" Viserys said slowly
Alicent and I quietly left the room not knowing that act of my fathers would be his last...
RIP king Vissy, you would've loved Lego world 😔✊
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