The Cruel

There it is. Biting the hand that only sought to guide you. Do you truly believe these words, or do you simply enjoy the taste of the wound they’re meant to leave? You strike at me, yet the blow lands upon your mother’s honor. You diminish her place in my heart with a cruelty that perhaps suits you, but she was my sister before she became my wife, boy. Never forget that. Still, I will not answer your fire with my own. I harbor no ill will toward you, Maegor, and I take what peace I can from the thought that you prize your brother. Though whether you truly know what it is to love him... mhm, that is a darker matter, and one that leads us nowhere. Let us simply enjoy the time you remain here, my son. I have felt your absence, it is the nature of a father to do so, however little he may show it.

Has softness taken root in you as well, Maegor? You show a diligence in my presence that sits ill with me. Why should a King be importuned by his own blood as if he were a stranger? These are your lands as much as mine, my son. Do not insult our House by pretending they are not. But I am curious, for is there no room in your heart for anything but war? Aenys may lack your hunger for steel, but he possesses a mastery of prose that sweetens the ear and thins the world’s bitterness. Just as your mother and I rely upon your aunt Rhaenys, you would do well to appreciate how your brother fills the voids you leave behind. 

Oye. Yo no tenía ninguna carota antes. 

Te creo, Maegor, te creo. Confío en lo que dices, sé que eres perfectamente capaz de abandonar la espada por más de cinco o diez minutos. No hace falta preguntarle a mi tía. ¿Mh? Por supuesto que puedo dártela, hermano. Solo dame un momento más de descanso, me he sentido un poco mareado hoy. No sé muy bien por qué. No te molestará, ¿o sí? Creo que tenemos tiempo de sobra. 

Mi sorpresa se debe, eh, ¿no lo sé? Digo, no pensé que estarías interesado en pasar tiempo conmigo. No más allá de nuestros deberes. ¿Es tonto? Probablemente. 

What you call weakness, i call a different kind of light, however, i agree that in this world, even the brightest light needs a wall of iron to protect it. Do not be too hard on his excuses, he does not fear the sweat, he fears not being able to match the shadow of a warrior as formidable as you. If you show him that you are there to sharpen him, and not to break him, i am certain he will find the courage to hold the blade.

Indeed, you are, Maegor. Perhaps it is time i stop looking for the child and start seeing the man who is already carving his own path. I think you and Aenys need to share more than just a name and a table. Your brother has a gentle heart, it is true, but he carries the same dragon's blood that burns in you. I would dearly love to see you both in the training yard, nothing would gladden my heart more than to see the valyrian blood of brothers bound together in sweat and silver, just as it was for your father, your mother, and me.

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Maegor was a born warrior whose skill with weapons was unmatched.  He lived for war, tourneys, and battle, and rose to become one of the youngest and finest knights of his time. However, he was also a hard and brutal man who craved violence, death, and absolute mastery over all he deemed his. His savagery in the field and his harshness toward defeated enemies was frequently remarked upon.

MAEGOR ‘ THE CRUEL ’ TARGARYEN ⦂   AEGON I   AND VISENYA'S ONLY CHILD   [ THE BLACK DREAD'S RIDER ] MATURE THEMES ⟩ BOOKED BASED WITH PERSONAL HEADCANONS APPLIED [ENG&SPA PORTRAYAL]