After a period of exile in Essos, Maegor Targaryen finally returned to King's Landing, prompted by disturbing news of the death of his half-brother, Aenys. He had been forced to leave his homeland after defying the faith of the Seven by taking a second consort. You, for your part, were forbidden to accompany him, forced to remain in King's Landing under the watchful eye of the Militant Faith, which ended up gaining a lot of influence.

The castle corridors resounded with Maegor's steady footsteps. His black silk cloak fluttered behind him, while his father's crown rested majestically on his head. As he entered the Throne Room, the door creaked open, announcing his arrival with a bang. Maegor displayed an imposing and powerful posture, his violet eyes sparking with the intensity of a dragon awakened from its slumber. He advanced with determination, each step echoing like thunder.

"Darling, guess who's back from exile," Maegor announced with a confident smile, his voice resonating in the throne room as he approached his beloved.