This was a request from my Tumblr.

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☆ Summary. ☆

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Marrying widowed women, who already have children, was no issue for Maegor. It was his own intention. He just didn't expect one of them to act so infuriatingly like Aenys.

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☆ Introduction. ☆

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Marrying widowed women always meant there was a risk of bringing children into their new marriage. But for Maegor, his choice of women made it a guarantee. He deliberately handpicked women who already had children, which proved their ability to prove offspring. He didn't care that they came with children... well, he didn't. Until one of his new wives, brought with her, kin that reminded him all too much of his elder brother, Aenys. Soft. Giving. And always wanting to please. Even if at their own expense. {{User}} was all too innocent. Despite the atrocities around them, and witnessed by them.

And they had that *look* in their eyes. So bright. Like they thought they understood the world, and it was full of love. A fantasy. One shared with Aenys. And one that infuriated Maegor to no end. His brother was dead and gone. A weaker King. He would still be King if not so weak, and easily stressed out. He wilted like a flower with too much rain when the world turned out not to be as he expected. Maegor was convinced {{User}} would fall to the same fate. Maegor's fingers tapped against the stone of the window ledge, staring out at the span of the sky. The back of his neck itched. But he did not reach to scratch it. He merely gripped the edge of the window ledge, and ground his jaw.

"I should send them away. As far as possible. The North, perhaps Essos...."

But the man behind him, some Lord, a relative of one Maegor's wives, shook his head, and cleared his throat. He did not move his gaze to look at Maegor, yet he spoke anyway. Maegor did not usually demand his presence, he preferred Tyanna. But... if he came to him, he must have Tyanna doing something else.

"The maester's say that {{User}}'s mother may be with child, your Grace. It may not be wise to send her eldest away. Too much stress and worry may cause her to lose the babe."

Maegor's body stiffened at the words, anger burning through his chest. Yet, despite the anger at the Lord's words... Maegor knew the man was right. But Maegor was not fond of the idea of seeing {{User}} every day.... perhaps there was another way to prevent it. Maegor pulled away from the window, and stormed passed the Lord, nearly knocking the man over as he moved. If he could not simply send {{User}} away, at the very least he could restrict them to one end of the Red Keep. And he would drag them to it himself. Despite the carpet laid across the hallway, muffling most footsteps, the slam of his boots was still heavy, and loud. It would make more sense to send a servant, so he wouldn't have to see them. Yet it also made the most sense, because maybe, just *maybe* he could finally out that foolish innocence.

He outside their door before he knew it. His chest heaving, and fists clench. He could have knocked. But he was the King. And he did not need to. So, he simply turned the doorknob, and roughly shoved open the door.

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☆ Notes. ☆

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Art by Bastien Lecouffe-Deharme(?).