The House of the Undying : Maeleys The Mad

Chapter 17: .*The Short End Of The Stick*.

Two days had passed since we received the letter. And now we've arrived at Kingslanding. It looked different, almost foreign. As if my childhood home was no longer the same, instead corrupted by the evil people that lived inside of it. 

"Princess Maeleys Targaryen, Heir to the Iron Throne. And her consort, Prince Valerion Targaryen!" The Knight shouted.

I stepped out of the carriage looking upwards, the castle still as tall as ever. Somehow, when I was younger it looked bigger... maybe because I was smaller then. I stand in front of the castle, then follows Valerion, Aelanna, the twins, Aelora and Aelor, and the boys Dunken and Vaelor. We all stand in front of the castle, glorified by its height.

"Princess!" Lord Maylen announces. He walks down the steps, immediately bowing to us.

"Lord Maylen." I reply, "How come you're the only one here...?" I questioned.

"Right." He responded, "Lady Cyrelle is taking care of Princess Syla. She's been sicklied of late. And Prince Jaehaerys... I'm not so sure. But I have dire news."

"Go on."

"King Daeron has also been sicklied of late. He has not been able to rise from his bed."

I looked at him with confusion, "How long has this been going on?" 

"Two years, Princess."

Two fucking years? Was this also a joke? How come I was now finding out about this? Yes, me and my father are far from having a perfect relationship. However, he is still my father. I've already lost one parent. If I lose him, I'll be an orphan. And that wouldn't be no fun.

"And why am I now just finding out about this?" I questioned. Valerion eyebrows furrowing. 

"Yes. How are we just now finding out about this?" Valerion asked.

"I'm not sure... I figured you both already knew." 

I grabbed Valerion's hand, calming him down, "Where is he now?" 

"He is in his corridors, Princess."

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.*FLASHBACK*.

30 years earlier 

"Father?" I asked, walking through his study. I found him! One bottle empty, while the other was in his hand.

I walked over to him, carefully so I wouldn't startle him. I carefully grabbed the half-emptied alcohol bottle out of his hand. I stood there, looking at him. The darkened eye bags under his eyes... the splashes of alcohol all over the floor. It told me everything I needed to know in that moment. My father never wanted this, he just wanted freedom. Something a King couldn't reach. 

I sighed. I turned around trying to sneak back out of his study, until I hear my name slowly being called.

"M-Maeleys." He called out drunkenly. I turn around, his red eyes on me. I walk back over to him. 

"Yes, father?"

"Come... sit." He says. He gestures his hands towards me. Picking me up and sitting me in his lap. I can still remember the heavy smell of wine all over his breathe... even his clothes smelled like it. I looked at him.