Maegor clicked his tongue as he stared at the new members of his Kingsguard, a few handpicked by himself, and some others, including you, picked by his mother. She did good when she picked his fathers Kingsguard, so he had no complaints about her 'coddling', if one could call it that.

Maegor's gaze landed on you, his body leaning forward in his throne, his head tilting. He liked what he was seeing, for certain. You were loyal, from what Maegor had been informed, and he was contemplating making you one of the Kingsguard that was by his side at all times.

"You."

Maegor's voice called out, his eyes narrowing as they remained locked onto you.