The Time Curse (Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon Fanfic)

Chapter 11: Usurp a Throne for Kicks

She had never really done it before but if Voldemort could broadcast his dramatic threats into the minds of a population of Wizards, she could too. 

Visenya stood on her right, Maegor's wives stood a few steps below her, and Maegor himself approached the dias dressed in the traditional Targaryen colors. 

His white hair was styled, tamed from its crazed state from their morning. If Morgana was completely honest, she was having some trouble standing after their nightly activities. She noticed the nervous edge in his eyes as his fingers clenched trying not to reach for her. 

As Maegor came to kneel before her, she took Aegon's crown, the same one she had transfigured so long ago. Magic filled the air as she reached her mind all through Westeros. She knew she couldn't hold it long, but it was enough to get the point across. 

"I am Morgana Slytherin, Lady of the most Ancient and Noble house of Slytherin, the Dragon Witch, speaker of Serpents. I stand on the dias of Dragonstone, as I did so long ago. I'm holding the same crown I made for the conqueror Aegon. Today, as I did so long ago, I crown a new king. Do you, Maegor Targaryen promise to lead and protect this realm and it's people to the best of your abilities?" Her voice echoed through the minds of every member of Westeros. Flashes of what she saw were painted across their minds. The entire realm was watching as the throne was usurped. 

"I do."

 "Then by all the power in me, I name the King Maegor Targaryen, the first of his name, King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm. All hail King Maegor!" The crown was delicately placed on his head and the people of Dragonstone cheered for their knew king. 

A few days and a few more decapitations later, they stood in the center of Kingslanding. Morgana hadn't recognized it, based on how no castle stood. 

It was then she recognized why she was still here. The marks were fading quicker to grey but it was the slowest they'd gone. 

Maegor watched her as she closed her eyes, stepping to the middle of the keep. Or where the keep would be in a moment. 

He felt her magic stretch through the ground around them as if it knew the plan without her orders. 

Her hands spread and she allowed Mother magic to use her as a tool for her bidding. Magic erupted from the ground as particles of stone floated through the air, twisting and forming walls and steps, The ground shifted beneath their feet, changing in a magnificent display. Golden tendrils of wild magic swam through the air, crafting the Red Keep exactly how she remembered it. 

She remembered the courtyards and the secret passages Aegon ii showed her. She focused on the details she remembered, forcing flowers and gardens to bloom. 

The palace took shape around them. What would take men decades to build took the great Dragon Witch only a few moments. 

The people watched in awe as the queen could have been, brought a new beginning into existence. 

That night after exploring the new red keep all day, Morgana pulled Maegor into the King's chambers. 

He kissed her, smiling as he did. He was growing increasingly addicted to the taste of Morgana Slytherin. 

"I have a gift for you..." Morgana whispered. 

"More than my crown, my kingdom, and my keep? You have given me enough, Morgana." He smiled burying his face in her neck. 

"Just look!" She handed him the paper. He examined it, looking at both sides of the blank piece of paper. "... A scrap of parchment... Thank you?" he looked at her, his purple eyes alight with questions. 

"Watch the page... I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." As she finished the phrase, the ink appeared on the paper. Maegor's Map.

Maegor watched the moving footsteps in awe, "Does this map show-"

"Everyone. Where they are, what they're doing, every minute of every day. Brilliant isn't it?" She smiled, "And when you're done, so no one but the king can read it all you have to say is 'Mischief managed'. I thought you might like it."

Before she even turned her head, his lips were on hers, worshiping her like the goddess she was. 

"Marry me." He whispered as his brow rested against hers. 

A sad sigh escaped her mouth, "I can not... My markings shall be black soon... By morning I shall be gone." 

His eyes shot to hers, panic and rage clear in his gaze. "What?" 

"I can never stay. Doomed to love but never keep, it is my curse Maegor." 

"You're a witch break it!"

"I know not how... I will return to you one day. I know that much... Please don't mourn me, darling, there's no use in it."

He pulled her closer, dread pooling in his stomach and for a moment he wondered if this was the sadness that always glistened in his father's eyes. If this was the absence that was always there in the conqueror. Not greed but longing. 

Morgana Slytherin was difficult to love, but impossible not to.