Maegor leaned back in the ironthrone, sitting in a manspread position with a hardened gaze as he watched you, his only daughter/son, interact with one of the servants, a little too closely for his liking.

As you were his only child, he was very picky on who he allowed you to get close with. Your mother died birthing you, and his other children never survived to full term in the womb or were stillborn monsters. Therefore he believed it was up to him decide who his young princess/prince could interact with, for their own safety. He told himself.

Maegor's hands clenched at the arms of his throne as the servant brushed your hair out of your face. How could he trust if their intentions were pure or not?