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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3rd PERSON POV
Once Ser Harwin had told Rhaenyra that Arrax's remains had washed up on Dragonstone she collapsed, fell to her knees and wailed, swearing revenge, she later when to Lucerys room and was found huddled in his clothes, clinging to me as she weeped for her baby boy.
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Daemon, with an extremely heavy heart had walked into his and his wife's chambers, taking Maenya's hand and walking with her whilst he told her.
The disfigured and ripped corpse of Talos had been found by one of the guards patrolling the beach, the bloodied body had washed up with no sign of Laella.
She was dead.
At first Maenya stumbled, holding onto a piece of furniture to keep her up right.
Clasping onto my stomach, her womb almost as if trying to convince herself that her baby was still safe inside her but no.
She was lost to the ocean.
Something new crashed over Maenya then, something that joined the excruciating agony she felt...and scolding wrath.
Straightened her posture as she looked up toward Daemon, the first time Daemon had ever feared the look on his wife's face.
A monstrous roar echoed around the city of Kings landing as Meraxes, so connected to her rider and also losing her baby, raised her head.
A tsunami of fire came pouring out painting the entire sky and furious red, people looked up in fear and terror but Maenya didn't even look.
The same expression on her face.
Something had died that day, in Maenya.
Something snapped.
And in its place something new was born, something unhinged, vengeful and maliciously wicked...
