The Dragons Dance: A Fate Untold

Chp 7 Maegor pov 3

As I sat in the hall with the festivities of Jace's and Valaena's wedding over I noticed the Baela girl next to Jace in a seat of honor next to them. I simply smiled knowing that this was for the best and for now I was content with the results that laid before us. a Path to this Iron throne was set in stone now and this union meant I could keep my word to the gods of the fourteen flames in tact. Now I just needed to do my duty as a knight of Valyria and take on these usurping younger cunts for my sisters new family and everything will be more secured than ever. One thing puzzled me though as I sat at the table with Rhaenyra on the other side of my company. As i saw the servants and some of the more prestigous lords walk over to Jace and mumble their congradulations their seemed to be a air of unease to him that made me feel uneasy as well

"I cant help but notice Rhaenyra that your son seems to be having.. doubts" I said pointing to the lads face. Rhaenyra nervous as well looked over to her son and sighed and merely smiled in a nervous tone as well, "Well it might be he is nervous about having a bedding ceremony"

"Bedding ceremony?" I asked confused wondering what she meant by this, was this a custom I hadnt heard of in westeros? or was it something more shameful to men than women.

"Well my Lord Maegor, a bedding is when the wedding couple are taken by the guests to their rooms and.. consumate their marriage in front of soem of the lords. to prove that if a babe comes from the union that it is legitimate. I confess I think he mayhaps thinks he may need to do it for the rumors around his own parentage.." Rhaenyra looked downward as it seemed to be the same sore subject my sister faced so long ago. A quiet fury took hold of me as I got up from my seat and using my diaphram to project my vocie I began a impropto speech, "Thank you lords and ladies of the Black Court to this auspicous day. Long has it been debated whether the Targaryens where indeed the last dragon family of old valyria that made it from the doom. longer still has it been since such happiness must have been felt by all these lovely faces around me... and yet it still baffles me that no matter what the era of mankind I am in their still seems to be this concern and hatred over the prodigeny we as a society consider 'Bastards" The room fell silent as I saw my sister smile softly knowing what I was doing which left her to whisper something in Jace's ear who seemed to be getting aggressive over my speech so far

"I find it abhorrent and distatseful that we still have this notion that a Child who has no control over his parents coupling are the ones labeled as the evil doers, people who would grow up to be the worst in a society so dedicate to the 'laws of the gods' well I here in say this. Once in old Valyria their was a girl with Raven hair born to two parents of platinum gold and hazy silver hairs but both their eyes where as violet as amethysts. When she was born with her dark raven hair many believe her to be a omen, a concern, a threat to blood purity to us all. None except my own family saw the beauty in this, a rare occurance so out of the way that the gods themselves touched upon my dear sisters features and proclaimed fate on her. This was no bad omen but a sign of favor from the gods! Indeed more so to that credit was made when she claimed the dragon she has now, Tyraxsos, the red demon of the flames that was otherwise untamed for three generations by all  in my family except my sister. after the second Generation from the point Tyraxsos was riderless it was said that only those WORTHY of the dragons bond may ride upon the red demon of the flames, so loyal was his favor that only the reincarnation of his rider would do. Indeed it came to pass that my Sister, Valaena then Belaerys now Targaryen, was able to mount the great beast and took flight into a trip to Lys where my family was staying." The crowd around me was now in aw of what I was beginning to say and describe

"Indeed does it not say that Rhaenys, this queen who never was i was told of, had a large volume of black hair from the line of Baratheon? a noble house of your alls kingdoms? Jacerys hair is but another signature though less obvious to the ignorant of eyes and heart. Yes you may say he is a bastard because he doesnt share his mother or fathers hair but that doesnt mean shit when their is precedent in his line for dark hair to grow! So I say this to you Jacerys Targaryen, you have nothing to prove or show anyone off the legitimacy of your deeds and merit to anyone here. All you need do is prove yourself to your mother the Queen and in turn the people that you rule over and face on these allegations with the grace of any Dragonlord of old. After all your dragons name is one of the old gods, Use that god Vermax to communicate your desires, write down your aspirations, set boundries to those who fear you, and travel your kingdom as any dragonlord would and finally trade in the knowledge of all things you can muster to train yourself in whether it be in martial format or scholarly pursuits. Let that god Vermax guide you as it more than like has guided you in naming that green fury of a dragon that you now ride, a claim not many lords of the realm can make now can they? So here is to you Jacerys Targaryen Heir to the Iron throne! and his bride Valaena Targaryen who will no dont give you plenty of children and council on your great reign to come! To the Royal Couple!" as everyone roared in applause and cheers they raised their glasses in praise. Baela who was sitting next to Jace smiled and expressed this same desire from my words as well, valaena on the opposite side hugged and kissed Jace on the cheek expressing her view on the matter as well.