Maegor, a young man of seven-and-ten stared dumbfounded at the note he held in his hand. He had been awoken in the middle of the night by a loud knocking on the door, just for a love letter from his elder half-sibling to be slid under his door.

Maegor felt annoyance filling his mind, rubbing his tired eyes before he tore up the love letter and tossed the pieces of it onto the ground. Maegor shifted backwards before laying flat on his back and trying to go back to sleep.

The entire time he laid there, his mind filled with thoughts about his half-sibling. But they weren't good thoughts. His half-sibling was an annoyance, what business did they have loving him in any way other than familial.

Maegor hardly understood how they could even love him, he recalled he berated them more than he did train. He also avoided them like they were the bloody plague.

Maegor suddenly grunted and slipped out of bed. If they weren't going to take the hint that he didn't love them at all, familial love nor romantic love, he'd just have to tell them. Harshly.

Maegor slipped on a pair of boots before he trudged out of his chambers and began to make his way down the hall to his half-siblings chambers.