Maegor Targaryen

The faint roar of the sea reached her ears as she stood in her chambers.Kings Landing, perched by the ocean, offered a refreshing breeze in the heat of the city.She lit a candle and placed it on her desk before settling into a chair.Just as she began to relax, a knock at the door interrupted her.Sighing, she reluctantly approached,but the door swung open unexpectedly.It was Maegor, the boy she had cared for from ages seven to eleven. Now fifteen,he had achieved much—becoming king after his brother Aenys’s brief reign.With his mother, the dowager queen Visenya,he had usurped the throne.Maegor had always sought to impress her,even once asking for her hand in marriage.As he stood before her, he had transformed into a strong young man.“My king?What brings you here?” she asked.He chuckled darkly, “I came to spend time with you.”She scoffed, “Go back to your wife.”But before she could say more, he roared and shattered the vase and candle on the floor. “You should have been my wife, my Queen”