Matarys was his mother's son. He was proud and stubborn. All referred to him as a precocious child, bold, bright and handsome. At the age of four and ten he was proclaimed to be the finest bachelor in all of the Seven Kingdoms. Though Matarys could...
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Matarys was the first born of his name. Nicknamed Matty by his mother and brothers, he was kind and gentle. Always with a good joke and a sheepish smile.
He was born 8 moons after the wedding of Princess Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor Velaryon. An early birth, the Maesters say. It was a miracle that Matarys was born healthy and strong. Screaming as he came into the world.
Matty was an easy babe. Always giggling and trying to talk. His mother enjoyed spending time with him, as he never failed to make her laugh. Matty the Jokester, his grandsire Viserys called him.
He was born with his mother's silver hair, and violet eyes. Valyrian features, undeniably Targaryen. His grandsire Viserys remarked he was the very image of his mother.
When Matarys was a month old, his dragon was hatched to him from the egg placed in his cradly.
Aegarax, he was named. After an Old Valyrian god.
Black and red. Bred from Syrax and Seasmoke, Aegarax grew quickly. He grew attached to Matarys, and they played together. Matarys practiced his High Valyrian on Aegarax, and at the age of 9 was able to take flight.
His mother, Princess Rhaenyra, had taken flight upon Syrax when she was 9 as well, becoming the youngest dragonrider. And at that, a celebration was organized.
Matarys showed great skill in sword fighting, but he preferred a Morningstar, becoming exceptionally skilled with it. He mastered High Valyrian just as quickly, excelling in learning the Old Histories.
He spent much time with his grandsire in his chambers, helping him build the miniature of King's Landing, and listening to stories. Just listening and learning.
Matarys wished for nothing more than to make his mother proud, and make his grandsire believe he was worthy of one day sitting the throne. Mayhaps, he only wished for glory more.
He wanted to be known and remembered. All that stood to his name was that he was the son of the Heir to the Iron Throne. He was the rider of Aegarax. And that was that. He was nothing more.
Only Prince Matarys Velaryon.
He wanted to be written in the history books as someone great. Someone who did something.
Matarys pleaded to his mother to let him squire for Ser Harwin Strong, Breakbones. Or perhaps for one of the King's Guard. He wished to learn to be a Knight. To know honor and duty.
He was too young, she said. Viserys however agreed that he could ward, and once he became ten-and-twelve would be able to squire.
It infuriated him. He was old enough to ride a dragon but not old enough to learn of duty? Of sacrifice?
You will one day sacrifice much more than you would like, Matarys. Be patient. She would say.
