𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫 𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰 || ℌ𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞- 𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓

THE MAD PRINCESS

MAERA MADE HER WAY TOWARDS WHERE TYLAND WAS BEING KEPT AS A PRISONER. SHE ORDERED THE DOOR OPENED. Tyland looked up in terror. "Princess."

"Tyland." Maera bowed her head, sending him a fake smile. "How are you?" Maera asked, releasing her dagger, the one she took from Aegon, and given it to her mother but Rhaenrya had gave it to her. "I'm not well." Tyland admitted, eyeing the large knife. "That's alright, I'll take you out of your misery."

"Are you ready to die?" Maera asked with a smile. Tyland shook his head. "I bent the knee." Tyland said. Maera scoffs. "Bending the knee means little to me, should've bent the knee way before all this."

Maera kneed down. Tyland started crying, pleading for his life. "Begging won't save you."

"Please, Princess. Forgive me." Tyland whispered. Those words triggered Maera. "You aren't forgiven." Maera said quickly and drove the dagger hard into Tyland's right thigh.

Tyland screamed in agony. "Princess, please!" He begged. Maera felt nothing in this moment. No sympathy, no remorse, nothing. "Do you know where the arrow hit Jacaerys?" Maera asked.

Tyland shook his head. Maera jaw clenched by his silence. Maera twisted the dagger, making Tyland scream. "I do not know." He said. Maera pulled out the dagger. "In his chest." Maera whispered.

Tyland looked up at her. Maera impaled the dagger in his chest. Tyland jumped at the stab. Maera repeatedly struck him with the dagger, but not just in his chest anymore, his whole body. Maera had blood dripping down her face.

Tyland was dead.

Rhaenyra and Mysaria had gotten closer throughout the past few days, Lady Misary comforting the Queen in her time of need. And Rhaenyra finding pleasure in Mysaria's presence, as in her kisses.

Daemon did not know about these two. Rhaenyra would lie and say she needed Mysaria alone for council. Daemon somehow believed these lies, and Rhaenyra did not feel guilty for cheating on Daemon with his former lover.

Rhaenrya and Mysaria stood in The Queen's chambers. Rhaenrya behind her table and Mysaria in front of it. "Maera is slowly losing her patience, soon, she will ask for no authority and handle things herself." Mysaria stated.

"Yes. I know. Maera has her own way of doing things." Rhaenrya sighs. "She wants blood. She wants vengeance." Rhaenrya stated, placing a hand on her head.

Mysaria walked behind Rhaenrya's table, The Queen turned her body to her, Mysaria reached for Rhaenyra's hand, taking Rhaenrya's hand into her own.

"The Princess had suffered enough, Luke, Rhaenys, her dragon and now Jacaerys." Mysaria said. "I have lost those people too." Rhaenyra muttered.

"You have, the only difference is Maera has experienced all of these death." Mysaria said, placing her palm against Rhaenrya's cheek, while her right hand remained with hers. "You have a point." Rhaenrya muttered.

Mysaria was right, Maera had seen Luke get eaten by Vhagar, Rhaenys falling to her death, Sheepstealer dying, and Jacaerys death. She'll had more than one reason to lash her wrath at anyone, or go mad.