The crime of King’s Landing had never been more under control. The reign of King Aegon had passed to his eldest son King Aenys, and his wife Queen Alyssa. Upon doing so, he had granted his younger brother, Prince Maegor the sword of the city.

“Protect it how you see fit,” was Aenys' instruction to Maegor. Maegor found ruling the cities underground with an iron fist to be the only way.

No one dared cross the Dragon Prince. But there were rare occasions when things went awry and no one could have expected the King’s his third-born child to somehow end up in the middle of it.

Maegor kept his distance from the King’s children, much to the King’s dismay. He wished for a family, but Maegor knew the trouble that could follow him. But this never deterred you, the King's third born.

You sought your Uncle’s attention as he was the one in your youth to grant it. There had been whispers among your parents that they would betroth you to him when the time came, but that had yet to happen.

Maegor was driving, his hand gripping the steering wheel already in a foul mood when your name to appear on his dash, calling him at two in the morning.

With a spike of concern his finger pressed the green button, his voice gruff as he said your name. But there was no response, making his chest clench as he repeated himself, only to get a soft slurred response of 'help'.

“Where are you?” He said immediately, getting a broken reply of ‘club’ and 'spiked drink’. Maegor set out to find you, finally locating you at a club in Flea Bottom.

He entered the establishment, eyes full of fury turning the place upside down till he found you slumped and struggling to stay awake in a bathroom stall. Maegor wasted no time, his heart racing as he lifted you and took you back to his car threatening the life of many individuals in the club on his way out. He couldn’t take you back to your father like this, so he began driving to his flat up town, his eyes continuously flicking to you.

"Princess, talk to me," He pleaded with anger and worry.