- Zaldrīzes! Sōvegon! Dohaeragon! Keligon! ( Dragon. Serve. Fly. Stop.)
Repeat after me.
- Dlagon.Servants. Sōvegon. Kelig! (Dlagon. Servants. Fly.Stooop!)
- Well done, but let's do it again.
When Rhaenyra was three years old, Maegor decided to start teaching her the Valyrian language. It was the language of their ancestors, and he was sure that one day she would ride a dragon. And to talk to a dragon, you need to know Valyrian. The girl liked to learn, although due to her young age, she sometimes swallowed letters, and the words did not turn out quite right. In addition to learning the language, Maegor decided to teach Rhaenyra fencing. He himself began learning from his mother at the age of three. However, she was not at all interested in the sword. Plants, animals, fairy tales - anything but fencing. This surprised him.
- Accept it, son, she does not like swords. - Visenya began the conversation during their duel.
- But why? If she learned to fight, she could save her own life.
- Her just not interested. She's a girl, and not all of them like swords. - the woman answered, dodging the attack.
- But you do, and Queen Rhaenys liked it, too.
- No, I made Rhaenys learn to use a dagger. She never liked it. Music and art, that's what she enjoyed.
"Just like Aenys." - Maegor mused.
Aenys, like his late mother, liked art and music. How beautifully he sang lullabies! One day, he approached his brother with a request. Rhaenyra was a year old then, and she cried a lot at night. No nurse or wet nurse could calm her. Not even him. So Maegor reluctantly decided to turn to his brother, who had more experience with children. Aenys came into the nursery, picked her up and started singing a lullaby in Valyrian. Surprisingly, Rhaenyra calmed down.
- I think I can come to terms with the fact that my daughter doesn't like fencing. It just takes time.
Despite her lack of interest in fencing, Maegor didn't love his daughter any less. She was still his favorite, his only daughter with her sweet chubby cheeks and bright smile. He was ready to spill someone else's blood for her. And after a couple of weeks, he confirmed it.
Every night before bed, one of the nannies read Rhaenyra a fairy tale. And only one of them read her the Seven-Pointed Star instead of fairy tales. How the girl hated listening to it, it was too boring.
- I want a fairy tale! - Rhaenyra screamed, hugging her doll.
To make her stop making noise and pay attention, the woman lifted her from her chair, walked up to the girl and pinched her cheek hard.
- Ow!
- Sit still and listen.
- You're bad!
Now she pinched her arm.
- Ow! Puti! Puti!
- Stop being capricious!
Then the doors of the chambers opened wide, and Maegor burst in, angry as ever. He heard everything.
- Papa!
- Prince Maegor? Hello...
Before Hightower could finish speaking, he slapped her, and she sank to the floor.
- Oh, my little dragon. Does it hurt much?
- It was so hurt!
- She won't hurt you anymore, my dear.
- My prince, I can explain everything. The lady was capricious and I had to take action.
Grabbing her hand, he forcibly pulled her out of the nursery. As soon as they were outside the chambers, he threw her to the floor.
- Who do you think you are? How dare you touch my daughter? Do you think that because you are my wife's relative you will be allowed to do anything? You are wrong. Ser Corbray, take the girl to the dungeon, and after that find the knights who were supposed to guard my daughter's chambers. Why are they not in their place?
- Lady Ceryse ordered them to be sent away! The young lady is being loud, she did not want them to hear. - Melinda exclaimed, hoping that her words would ease her lot.
"I see. Well, I will have to personally restore order."
Ten minutes later, the knights who were supposed to guard Rhaenyra were dragged into the dungeon. He did not care about their explanations. His daughter was hurt, unpleasant. They were not in their place. What if the enemies of their house had attacked her? Rhaenyra would have been dead long ago.
Unsheathing the Dark Sister, Maegor cut off the heads of three without further ado.
- Ser Corbray, choose two knights loyal to my house, not the Hightower.
- As you command, my prince. But what to do with the bodies? The king will not be pleased with your initiative.
- All is well. Once he learns of their mistake, he will understand my decision.
