Maegor's, a man of seven-and-ten, chest heaved as he ran all the way from his chambers to the training yard. His elder half-sister was there, watching the Knights train, and Maegor wanted to show her just how much better he was than them.

Maegor strived to be the perfect husband for his half-sister, despite them not being betrothed nor wedded. He wanted her love him and want to marry him as he loved and desired to marry her.

Maegor skidded to a stop, his gaze drifting up towards his half-sister whom he waved at as she stood on the balcony and watched the Knight's train. Maegor felt a small pang in his heart as his half-sister looked away from him with an expression of agitation.

You see, Maegor's half-sister didn't seem to want anything to do with him. She ignored him, treating him like dirt under her pampered feet. But Maegor didn't care, he was determined to make her love him.

Maegor's expression blanked as he seen his sister giggle and blush at one of the knights in the training yard. It hurt him, to see her look at a man that wasn't him in that way. But it also gave the boy an idea.... if he could best that knight in a sparring session, or a dual, his sister would see that he was a much better husband than that knight!