Queen of the Dragons [rhaenyra targaryen x fem oc]

The Bad Egg

The days and weeks passed as Maekora ignored the Princess. She spent the time with her siblings on their dragons flying over the Blackwater and chasing each other.

They were still guests of the King but they grew tired of King's Landing. They set a date five days from now to fly back home.

All that was left was to meet the King about their potential alliance.

Rhaenyra respected the girl's wishes but it did not stop her from lingering here and there following the Queen all day. Their interactions shrank to nothing but stolen glances and formal greetings.

They all had made a plan of figuring out who the "bad egg" , as they called it, was. The person they believed was planning their downfall as well as the Targaryens.

They figured it out the second Ser Otto Hightower tried to turn the eldest Prince, Maekor Maltheon against his youngest sister.

~
Prince Maekor had been sitting in the Godswood enjoying the fresh air and having a simple moment to himself.

He felt the presence of another and unsheathed his sword, quickly putting the sword's tip to the person.

"Forgive me, my lord. I did not mean to intrude on your meditations." Otto said as he felt the cold of the sword hit his skin.

The Prince knew his way with a sword, he knew not to even leave a mark on the man.

"But you did. Tell me why I shouldn't slit your throat your throat after the way you behaved with my siblings," Maekor said through his teeth, "And I am no lord."

He sheathed his sword, still keeping a firm hold on it.

"Right. Prince Maekor. And you should be scolding your sisters for the way they behaved with the King."

"I do not control them. If I remember correctly, you did not address or acknowledge them by their titles. Especially my sister, who is Queen. They returned your gesture."

"I only recognize one king and queen."

"So, do we." Maekor says as he turns to walk away.

"I can't help but notice that you are the eldest son, yet the biggest title of all goes to your younger sister. Shouldn't you be the one to sit on your family's throne?"

Maekor stops in his tracks and takes a deep breath.
He turns with a smile on his face. He slowly walks back towards the Lord Hand.

He stops right in front of him, towering over the man.

"I know what you are trying to do, old man. You can keep trying but it won't work. My father wished to see my sister ascend, not me. I do not wish to rule. I respected it. Unlike you, my father actually let his children do what they please instead of forcing marriages and responsibilities down their throats."

"Was your sister not forced into her position? Does part of you wish that it had been you that was crowned? Instead it was your sister who ascended at just 8 years of age." The words burned into Maekor's mind but he did not let them provoke him.

"And she was loads better than your King at 8 years old. She accepted her position and her responsibility. We helped her rise and thrive. Had my sister been a boy, your people would praise him and call him brave for becoming King so young. What's so wrong about a girl ascending a throne?"

"Nothing, Prince. Our Princess Rhaenyra was crowned as heir to King Viserys. The kingdoms will accept her."
Otto says as he adjusts his posture.

"And I bet that has you fuming," Maekor says as a slight laugh leaves him, "A man like you would have never accepted that."

Otto does not speak another word. He watches as the Prince walks away from him. He adjusts his pin on his tunic and walks the opposite way.

His plan backfiring.
~

Back at Maekora's chambers, Prince Maekor explained everything as his siblings listened to every word.

"So, Otto was trying to do what exactly?" asked Markus as he sat on the floor drinking a cup of wine.

"He was trying to turn him against Mae , you idiot." Maegor replied as Markus stuck out his tongue.

"Do we tell the King about this?" Maecerys's muffled voice came from the bed as he held a pillow over his face.

"And tell him what? "Oh, Your Hand was bullying my brother the other day, can you please do something about it?" Marissa's sarcasm infuriating the youngest Prince.

"This is exactly why that man down at the Capital rejected you. You are a pain in people's asses."

"What did you fucking say, you little shit? Come here-"

Marissa tackled the poor boy as he lets out a yelp and began to hit him with the pillows as hard as she could.

Maxine stepped in and was instead met with a blow to the face by her sister. A pillow brawl broke out and Maekora rolled her eyes.

Ignoring them, she sat with her eldest brother and just had to ask him the question.

"Would you ever do that, brother?"

"Do what?" Maekor asked as he sipped some wine.

"Turn against me."

"You know I wouldn't. You deserve your title. I wouldn't have it any other way. You are my Queen and I serve you."

The words put Maekora at ease and she gave her brother a smile as she took a sip of her own cup.

"I heard you have a thing for someone." Maekor randomly said as he set his cup down.

Maekora spit out her drink and began to choke.

"What?! Who told you that?"

"Mae, I am not stupid. We can all see it. You are quite literally tearing her clothes off with your eyes every time you see her. "

The "her" doesn't even have to be mentioned by name.

"That's not true. It was one time that I had a night out with her." Maekora confessed as her brother was staring daggers at her.

"Oh?"

"Not like that!"

Maekor barked with laughter as he got up to join his other siblings.

Despite what her sister had told her, she wanted to be with the Princess. She didn't want to believe it was a plot for power.

She wanted to see Rhaenyra and not just through looks across a room.

And she was going to get her.