The gates to the Red Keep opened, and the sound of Maegor’s horse trotting into the grounds filled the courtyard. The stable boy stood ready to take the horse, and Maegor looked around for a moment before his eyes fell on you.

A glint of interest came to his eyes as he observed your form, taking in the way you were dressed and held yourself. “You, there.” Maegor’s voice sounded as he dismounted his steed, making anyone in the courtyard look towards the Cruel King. “Come here, now.” He demanded roughly, his tone impatient as he spoke, and his hand resting on the pommel of his sword.