Maegor the son of conquerors. Maegor, Hand of the King. Maegor, rider of Balerion. Maegor the King. Maegor the Cruel.

You looked at him.

He had led a small army to the sword to possess you. He was covered in blood and residue. He smelled of smoke.

Destroyer.

You were destined to be his. Yours was the only dragonlord family besides the Targs. Your family was one of the last pure-blood Valyrian families. Your family had been renowned for blood magic before the doom. They called you the Whisperers. They said you knew how to control dragons, how to become one of them.

Maegor wanted you, and now he was before you. He had destroyed your little secret lordship, each with a sword around their neck.