𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍━━━━━
in which Maegora Targaryen, the Queen of Devuniean and Jacaerys Velaryon the heir to the Iron Throne fall in love and live a happy married life.
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in which Maegora does her best to support her aunt and her husband'...
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ACT THREE. chapter twenty-two. fighter
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The echo of boots on stone filled the council chamber as Queen Maegora entered, her hand nestled lightly in her husband's arm. Prince Jacaerys, ever composed in public, carried the bearing of a man grown older than his years. Behind them, Ser Rowlan followed dutifully, his eyes sharp as ever.
Maegora's gaze swept the room, and her steps slowed when she saw him: Lord Corlys Velaryon, already standing at the Painted Table. His posture was firm — his eyes fierce and full of purpose. But now something else adorned his chest: a brooch shaped like a hand, silver and unmistakable.
Maegora squeezed Jacaerys' hand under the table as they took their seats. Across from her, Queen Rhaenyra sat with cool calm, a veil of command over the exhaustion she carried from days of mourning and restless planning. At her right sat Princess Rhaella, still wrapped in a healer's shawl despite her protests of recovery.
The room quieted.
Corlys stepped forward. "Your Graces," he said, bowing respectfully to both Rhaenyra and Maegora. "Princess Rhaella. Lords."
All nodded in turn. Rhaenyra's expression softened, though only slightly.
"Bring him forth," Corlys commanded, voice strong.
