Maegor's sword dripped with blood as he stood in the throneroom, his expression cold as he stared at the now decapitated body at his feet, his voice booming across the room.

"Does anyone else have thoughts they wish to share on my choice of heir?"

Maegor inquired, gripping the handle of sword tightly as he waited for another man to question the fact that he had made a female his heir. His eyes held a fury, a dangerous one.

Her gender mattered not to Maegor, she was his daughter, his eldest and held the blood of the dragon. It wasn't as if he had produced any sons either, his daughter was his only child. The only one to ever make it to term and to grow healthily.

In the corner of his eye, he could see his daughter staring nervously, it was obvious that the men who dared question her inheritence made her uncomfortable. And that only made Maegor more furious at the Lords standing in his Throneroom.