𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐀 ── house of the dragon

iii | dragonstone

ACT I — CHAPTER III
Dʀᴀɢᴏɴsᴛᴏɴᴇ

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Myra had always valued the time she spent with no one but herself. She saw it as valuable time to focus on the endless thoughts racing through her head and to find some peace after long days constantly spent around her tumultuous family.

Unfortunately for Myra, Aegon often enjoyed intruding on that time.

"Did you hear what your mother proposed yesterday during the small council meeting?" he asked her as he lounged across the chaise in her chambers.

Myra, who was at her desk trying to take notes on the reign of Aenys I, sighed, "No, I did not. I expect that you will enlighten me?"

"She proposed that you and I be betrothed."

Myra's quill broke from the sudden pressure. She turned in her seat to face him, "What?"

Aegon laughed, "She also proposed the betrothal of Jacaerys and my sister. It seems that your mother is keen to be rid of her children."

"She is not keen to be rid of us," Myra said, wringing her fingers together, "I am sure there is a perfectly reasonable explanation for her actions other than that she is tired of us."

"Perhaps she has seen how we interact with one another and saw potential," Aegon suggested, twirling a strand of his hair around his fingers.

"I doubt it."

Aegon sat up, "You do not think that we would make a good match?"

He sounded genuinely hurt by her words. Myra wasn't sure as to why.

"You do not think that we could rule the realm together? I think, together, our reign would be extraordinary," Aegon said. He stood up from his seat and walked over to her, leaning against her desk as he looked down at the girl, waiting for an answer.

"I think we are too similar. We would drive one another mad," Myra told him.

That seemed to reverse the damage she had done and lighten Aegon's spirits, as he was laughing again.

"You and I? Similar? I think not, dear niece," he said, "But I do agree that we would drive one another mad. But some madness would be good, do you not agree?"

"I suppose I do," Myra agreed, picking up the broken pieces of her quill, "But that does not mean I am any more keen to marry you."

"Oh, how you wound me!" Aegon cried. He clutched his heart with his hands and stood up from the desk, stumbling back over to the chaise and falling across it, "I have fallen ill, Myra! The only thing that can save me is true love!"

Myra laughed, shaking her head as she discarded the broken quill pieces.

"Please, Myra! I need your true love to live!"

"Then you are going to die."

Aegon shot up, looking very offended, "You cannot just let me die, Myra!"

"You should not rely on true love to save you!"

Their jesting went on for a bit longer until Aegon accepted his fate and collapsed back over the chaise. Myra smiled at her dramatic uncle's antics before picking up a new quill and continuing with her notes.

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"Why did you not tell me you planned to have me marry Aegon?"

After she had decided her personal studying was complete and she coaxed Aegon out of her chambers, Myra immediately hunted down her mother. Rhaenyra wasn't in her chambers when she arrived, so Myra waited for nearly an hour for her to return.