∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧' 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞? ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

Maegor had loved your mother.

She was one of the few people in his world who could bring him peace. Everyone knew it. She was the only one who could calm the cruel Dragon. A little touch, eye contact, a smile… Maegor’s Light.

The light had disappeared.

You were six years old. Your mother was the only woman who had given him a child who wasn’t a monster or an abnormal. You were just… a girl. Maegor hadn’t wanted much. He had wanted a boy. He had a son, but his light had faded.

Your mother had died three years ago. Baby Vaegon and you had come to stay with your grandmother Visenya at Dragonstone. You barely knew your father except for the few times he would come to check on you every month.

Your little fingers strung the bowstring and shot the arrow, but it went too far. Failure.

“Your stance is wrong.”

You turned around at the harsh voice. King Maegor, your father, stood looking at you.