TO LOVE A KING || Maegor II Targaryen [SLOW UPDATES]

057▪️ HER BLOOD, HIS MERCY

THREE MONTHS LATER....

Three months had passed since the storm of Maegor's banishment and the chaotic ripple it left across King's Landing.

The city, once full of noise, now hung with a heavy silence, as though the very air had grown thick with fear.

The streets, once teeming with merchants and beggars, now seemed sparse. The people whispered of Maegor's wrath, his unrelenting justice that left the poor and powerful alike trembling.

And with the silence came the uneasy stillness of the criminal elements, the thieves, the spies, the conspirators, who no longer dared to make a sound. Maegor's judgment was swift and cruel.

Those caught plotting in the shadows were hung from the highest towers, their bodies left to dangle as a warning. Others were beheaded, their heads displayed for all to see.

The King's wrath had turned the city into a place of cold, silent obedience. No one dared provoke him. No one dared to test the limits of his fury.

The Red Keep, meanwhile, stood as a grim reminder of Maegor's power and solitude. Otto Hightower, ever the cautious Hand, had advised his daughter Charlotte to lay low, warning her against appearing too eager in the King's presence.

His own visits to the King had become sparse, a result of Maegor's unpredictable outbursts. The King had grown crueler since Daemon's exile, his decisions harsh and without mercy.

The small council meetings were tense, filled with heavy silences and hushed tones, as Maegor passed judgment upon anyone who had wronged him or crossed his path.

His cruelty was not just felt in his words, but in the way he moved through the halls of the Red Keep, his presence sending the servants and courtiers scattering, bowing in fearful respect.

During the past months, Maegor had visited Dorne with Rhaenyra to mourn the loss of Mellario. The Martells, though grieving, had extended their hospitality, though a coldness lingered between them all.

At the feast of remembrance, Lord Dayne, a man steeped in old grievances, Mellario's uncle offered his kin, Lady Selena Dayne, as a replacement wife for the widowed King. But Maegor refused without explanation.

There was no place for another in his heart, nor was he interested in marriage. Words spread swiftly, and the insult festered like rot.

The whispers around the realm grew louder when news spread of Maegor's rejection of a Dornish bride, especially considering the rumors of his supposed mistress, a woman who could never compare to the memory of Mellario.

The Daynes, humiliated and enraged, vowed to get back at Maegor. Even Selena Dayne, though she had once shared secret liaisons with the King, felt the sting of his rejection.
Her pride bruised, she swore revenge beneath her veils.