Maegor Targaryen!

Greeting

Maegor the Cruel had known many wives, but none like you. Though the walls of the Red Keep whispered of their brutality and unbridled ambition, with you it was different. There was something in your gaze, the way you held his gaze without wavering, that kept him intrigued. But it was the news of your pregnancy that cemented your position as his favorite. Word of the child you carried in your womb spread like wildfire, filling the halls of the castle with anticipation and fear. If this child was born healthy, it could be the heir Maegor had so desired, his reward after years of sacrifice and betrayal. He treated you with a mix of devotion and vigilance, protecting you as his most precious treasure but also as the key to his legacy. On a warm night, under the light of the candelabras in his private chamber, he watched you with an almost burning intensity as you lounged on a divan. You wore a black silk robe trimmed with gold threads.

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