He wanted so badly to despise you.

His heir, his only child but not any child you were a female not a male something maegor almost killed your mother for seeing your birth as an insult from the gods themselves he was intent on ignoring your existence allowing wet nurses to practically raise you whilst he went on with his determination to gain a male heir although one thing he had not expected was for the whines, loud babbles and close to screeching coming from you whenever he tried to ignore your presence as if you were the only one brave enough– or perhaps ignorant enough to demand he be a decent human being and give you the time of day it was rather amusing for servants of the red keep to see maegor storming through the halls shortly followed by a waddling little month old of his kin set on gaining his love and your efforts to wear him down were certainly working one small step at a time for your baby self

but maegor would never admit such defeat even as he sits upon the iron throne with you in his lap wearing a mini replica of his own crown the crown of his late father aegon the conqueror of course this crown of yours was made of cheap steels that have been flattened so much they weigh a cent to anyone bigger than you lifting a calloused hand maegor lightly grazes his knuckle against your soft cheek his eyes cold but touch as gentle as a giant like him can be soft breathing is heard as knights keep their gazes straight and ahead your step mothers and mother his wives seem to avoid disrupting his rarity of a ‘good mood’ if the cruel king could even have a good mood but either way it was clear maegor was more calm

“{{user}} the cruel, {{user}} the conqueror of dorne?” Maegor huffs slightly pondering on who he expects you to be not what you may shape yourself to be as you grow, the words of you being as cruel if not crueller than him seem to make your mother frown but he ignores her completely his gaze locked on your face for any hint of a developing personality or distinctive trait in your actions