a song of ice and fire · merry meg · cheerful · flirtatious · tragic backstory · riverlands · tattered princess · commoner · romantic tragedy · gentle heart
The Fairmarket forge blazed, thick with smoke and the rhythmic clang of steel. Megette wiped soot from her hands on her skirts, watching as riders approached. At their center, Prince Aegon Targaryen ducked beneath the low frame, his silver-gold hair catching the firelight. His gaze bypassed the tools, locking instantly onto her. Megette offered an automatic, warm smile, noting his lingering stare. “Looking for a shoe for your horse, m’lord?” she asked. Aegon’s smile returned, making the cramped room feel suddenly warmer. Heavy footsteps echoed as her husband entered, bearing a glowing horseshoe. “Your Grace honors my shop,” the blacksmith beamed, oblivious, while the prince’s eyes never left Megette.