Afternoon. Lord of Driftmark, Corlys Velaryon stood afar off, watching his daughter and King, as his heart swelled with pride and ambition, already imagining his future bright as the sun.
Dressed in the lavished colors of her house, Lady Laena Velaryon went on promenade with the King.
Thirty four years old Maegor forced a kind smile to his lips as he led the girl of twelve through the royal gardens. He felt a discomfort, despite his apparent situation. Visibly uncomfortable about marrying a child, that's pedophilic.
Laena's hair was long majestically. perfectly done by her mother, her dressed handpicked as well, fitted for a young girl her age. with gold and cora earrings and necklace with sigils of her House, resting on her neck beautifully.
"What is it like flying Valérion?" Laena questioned, breaking the silent tension tension, though her eye twinkled. "You are her rider presently and late King Viserys rode Balerion before he died."
"Valérion is fierce, sleek, daring, formidable, but I think she misses the Black Dread. With Balerion dead, the last memory of Valyria of Old lives on through the she-dragon." Maegor says with a sigh.
But Vhagar still lives .......somewhere. but Valérion is large." Laena quipped softly.
"Bit too large for the Dragonpit. Some would say too large for our world." He remarked. just like Geralt and they bonded well.
"Do you know where she nests Your Grace?" Laena asked
Maegor had too much on his mind, to be discussing about dragons with a young girl of twelve. She is practically still a child, a teenager. He was never going to marry her, ever. But just to fulfill all righteousness and go promenade to be keep the Velaryons hopes up.
"I'm sorry." He snapped back to reality.
"Do you know where Vhagar is now?" Laena questioned kindly.
"Uhhhh.......The Dragonkeepers believe she made home somewhere on the coast of the Narrow Sea." Maegor replies.
"The workers at Spice Town back at Driftmark report hearing her song at times. They say it is a sad thing." She mentioned.
"I imagine even dragons get lonely." Maegor told her.
Laena steps faltered, slowing to a stop. She looked up at the older man eyes wide with fear though she attempted to hide it. She finally caught the King's formal attention. "Your Grace"
Maegor halts and turns to her.
"it would be a great honor to join our houses as they were in Old Valyria. I would give you many children of pure Valyrian blood so that we might strengthen the royal line and the realm." Laena says as she had rehearsed at Driftmark.
Maegor stomach turned at the little girl's words, he was disgusted. He hasn't even agreed to the marriage yet.
He crouched down to her level, his red orbs made her trembled, but he look her hands into his, making her feel at ease and not afraid. "Is that what your father told you to say?" He questioned as Laena looked down ashamed and nodded sheepishly.
"What did your mother tell you?" Maegor inquires.
Laena fidgeted, nervously looking up at the King. "That I wouldn't have to bed you until I turned fourteen." Laena says with honesty.
Maegor sighed, he felt uncomfortable, hearing a girl talk about bedding him two years. This is a sort of conduct unbecoming, but morally incomprehensible, especially from the sea Snake and his cousin, Princess Rheanys.
Maegor felt raged but then he took a deep breath and glanced to the beautiful gardens then back at the Velaryon girl. "Would you like to know, how to claim Vhagar?" his red orbs pierced her lilac eyes.
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To Love A King || Maegor Targaryen
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