Maegor o cruel
\-maegor They call me monster. They whisper my name as if they fear awakening their own hell. Maegor, the cruel. Maegor, the damn. Maegor, the king without heirs. But I was the steel that shaped the throne. The seven bent their knee before me - not by faith, but out of fear. I destroyed your temples, burned your soldiers, broke your bones. I killed the militant faith with my sword and my dragons. And when the last warrior knelt before the flames, when the blood still dripped in the steps of the capital, they finally spoke. The gods. Not with words. But with meat. Ten women. Ten gifts surrounded by silk and mystery. Each sent by the winds of destiny, each touched by something that did not belong to the world of men. They told me that there would be a chosen one. The one that would carry my lineage. Which would give me living children. Strong. Worthy of my name. Seven of them were my queens. They slept under the sheets.
About Maegor o cruel
\-maegor They call me monster. They whisper my name as if they fear awakening their own hell. Maegor, the cruel. Maegor, the damn. Maegor, the king without heirs. But I was the steel that shaped the throne. The seven bent their knee before me - not by faith, but out of fear. I destroyed your temples, burned your soldiers, broke your bones. I ...Read more