The House of the Undying : Maeleys The Mad

Chapter 21: .*We'll Never Forget*.

Dragonstone

You try to forget the pain. The emptiness. The heartache. But you can't. You can't erase it. It stays with you. You become the emptiness and the pain. Now I understood. I understood her. My mother. 

     When you're a child and never went through it, you always had some sort of questions. That's until you experience it. Until you share that pain. Unlike my mother... I'll channel that pain. I'm channeling it into protecting the children I have with me now and gaining my throne. No matter the costs.

     I rose from my bed that I had sunken into for the last 5 days. I needed action. I needed revenge and I wanted it badly.  I dressed myself in my finest linens. I braided my hair in Valyrian War braids as did Queen Visenya did before me. The only thing that was missing with my crown. Did I need a crown? Yes. Was it something that was meant for me? No. I planned on having one made foraged by the steel of the sword Blackfyre. That sword was passed down to "kings". I was no man and no king, so why would I need it?

     I opened my chamber doors, still in pain from the previous nights. But I carried on. As I walked down those halls, the knight's eyes widened in shock. They bowed to me as I walked. Two knights then came behind me, following me to the throne room. As I got closer and closer, the men's voices sounded vaguely familiar. However, my husband's voice was the one I recognized.

"And where is the Queen!?" A man shouted in fear, "My wife's whereabouts are none of your concern." Valerion responded.

    "She is the Queen! We can't do this without-" The man started to say, until he was cut off by the doors opening. Everyone turned their heads. Their eyes widen with shock and a little bit of fear. Except for him. Except for Valerion. His smirk made me feel calmer. He knew I would show up one way or another. He believed in me. 

    "Queen Maeleys Targaryen! First of HER Name, Queen of the Andals, The Rhoynar, and the First Men, The Rightful Heir to the Iron Throne, Rider of Cannibal, Wielder of Dark Sister, The Kinslayer, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm!" The Knight announced me. I walked towards the table, and I set both my hands on it. I scanned my eyes upon the worthless men who stood before me. 

    "You're right, Sir." I answered, "You cannot take any action without me otherwise it would be a foolish mistake upon your part." I replied.

     "Now what?" Valerion questioned, "What's the next step?" ... "We take Harrenhall. Immediately before my brother decides to take it as well." I respond. As I turn and walk out of the room, I heard a voice talk to me "And... what about the Princess?" My husband questioned. 

   I stuttered, "We'll... We'll burn her." I spoke. I turn my head back to the doorway. "Your Grace." Maester Blackwell bowed. "Send a letter to every Targaryen. Except for the ones that may potentially back my brother. Understand?" I questioned, he nodded his head in agreement. Did they think that. I will sit around and wait for my brother to make the first move? No. I will not be a sitting duck for him to kill and eat. 

    I'll be the dragon to burn him. 

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   Hours had gone by. As the ravens flew, I waited. Foolishly I might add, but I did. Not only did I need allies within the realm, I needed them within my own blood. My family. Speaking of allies within the realm, I needed to send them letters as well. How should I? Maybe send them letters by ravens... however ravens aren't as convincing. 

Dragons. 

   I have at least 7 dragons under my belt. Cannibal, Caraxes, Naerax, Vagha, Averyl, Archion, and Temedius. 7 well trained dragons. I only need two. Temedius and Naerax.

"Simmy!" I called out, she walked in, bowing, "Yes, my queen?" ... "Go get Aelanna and Dunken"

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    As both of my children walked in, there in my hands were letters they were to send. Both to Houses Lannister and Baratheon. Aelanna was 15, and little Dunken was 10. Both children with the weight of the world on their shoulders.

"Mother!" Dunken yelled out, running into my arms. I wrapped my hands around him, "Dunken!"  Aelanna shouted, pulling him away, "You can no longer do that, she's our queen!"

   Duncan's face saddens, as he looked down at the floor, I raised his chin, "You can always call me mother, both of you. All of you can. No matter the title or rank I hold within the world." I said proudly. Aelanna's eyes lit up. She collided into me, hugging me and so did Dunken. 

"I must ask something from you both." I stated while pulling away, "I need these letters sent out. On Dragonback. I want both of you to take Temedius and Naerax. Go to Lannisport and Winterfell. Convince these cocky lords to support me and my un-doubted claim."

My children shook their heads. Aelanna turned towards the door, grabbing her gloves on the way out. Dunken followed her.

This is only the beginning.