Time heals all wounds
The years pass and Maege grows older and some say more beautiful. In the years that follow, Eirlena gives birth to three children, two girls and one boy.
Maege spends many times helping her friend out, and some of the children's fondest memories are of their Aunt Maege, who takes them flying on Viserion's back when they are older.
Viserion leaves often to visit his siblings, but never without warning Maege, and she is sure the large dragon loves her even more for the fact she leaves him to do as he pleases.
The children bring more life to the Hold, and coupled with Sansa and Arya visiting them often, Maege can say that she is never bored in the least.
It is six years later, the oldest child of Eirlena already a strong girl of six years old, that another message from King's Landing comes.
The now 28 year old Lady of the Night is not so shocked as she would have thought. Her emotions have calmed down over the years, and the fight she had with the queen seems long forgotten.
Leina, the oldest girl of the three siblings and official heir to the House of Night, is sitting on Eirlena's lap as her younger sibling, Alycent is sitting at Maege's feet, drawing on a piece of paper Maege has given her.
'My Lady, there is a messenger for you.' Jorah says, walking in with his son on his arm. Jaenys is the youngest, a boy of barely three, and he has taken to follow his father everywhere.
Maege opens it and gasps, but soon regains composure. 'I am invited to King's Landing.' Eirlena looks up confused, Leina fussing when her mother does not react. 'What does it mean, Aunt Maege?'
The former Night Princess laughs and pats Alycent on the head, smiling at her oldest niece. 'It means Auntie has to go and meet the King and Queen.'
'Can I go?' Almost five year old Alycent asks, looking up from her piece of paper. 'I will take you when you are older. Now you and your sister may look after the hold with mommy.'
Both girls cheer as Eirlena nods. Leina jumps off her mother's lap and drags Alycent outside, both following their father for playtime.
'I will make the necessary preparations.' Eirlena excuses herself, as Maege sits back and lets her thoughts freely flow. Her anger at the disrespect the queen had shown her has gone away, but she still wonders how they will react when she arrives.
Maege leaves the following morning very early, only Jorah having come to meet her. Maege is travelling alone this time, only with a few of her guards, and Viserion is already present.
Maege nods at Jorah, Eirlena is still asleep, and than goes to her friend. She climbs up with practised ease on the dragon, who makes a sound of happiness they are going to King's Landing.
'Take care, Maege.' Maege smiles at Jorah and than they are up in the sky, Viserion flying with ease and confidence. The journey is not so long as six years ago, since Viserion has grown even bigger and flies faster.
They fly over Winterfell, and Maege hears a shout of Sansa, who is waving at her. 'Land, Viserion.'
The dragon does as the former Night Princess asks and lands outside of Winterfell. 'Are you going to King's Landing as well?'
Maege nods at her friend. 'Want me to give you a ride?' Sansa gulps but than nods, saying goodbye to Arya and Snow. The direwolf is not happy his mistress is going away without him, but he stays put all the same.
Maege scoots over as Sansa stumbles on Viserion. She is eventually seated, and Maege feels Sansa wrap her arms around her.
'Hold on!' Maege calls over the running Viserion, who flies up with a little gasp of Sansa. The oldest Stark sister is scared at first but eventally relaxes and has to admit the world is beautiful from up in the sky.
A familiar sight comes hours later into view, one Maege would not have thought she'd ever see again. The sun is setting on King's Landing as Viserion flies over it towards the dragonpit.
Maege steps down with ease, holding out her hand to Sansa. Viserion is quick to fly up, and a smile graces the Lady Night's lips a she hears two familiar roars.
'We should go, it's getting dark.' Sansa says, as they start walking over towards King's Landing.
They are greeted by Lord Tyrion, older but still as handsome and witty as six years ago. They are settled into their chambers, and though Maege feels a little uncomfortable, she is quick to fall asleep.
The following morning she goes to the throneroom, and soon finds herself to be the first one there. A sound makes her look up and there sits the dragonqueen. Older but still as beautful and less harsh than all those years ago.
'Your Grace.' Maege curtsies and Daenerys offers her a small smile. 'Lady Maege, it has been quite awhile.'
The former Night Princess hums. 'Yes, time passes quickly.' Daenerys stands up and walks over towards the woman, not much older than herself.
'Care for a walk?' Maege nods and soon both women are walking in the gardens, a silence falling over them but not an uncomfortable one.
'I wanted to thank you.' Daenerys eventually says. 'You taking care of Viserion has done him well, much better than I would have been able to had you not taken him with you.'
'Your Grace...' 'I was young and hurt, and I said some things I did not mean.' Maege smiles. 'We were both young and foolish back then. Looking upon it now, I was not shy of dramatics either.'
'You had a way of making my blood boil.' Daenerys muses as a laugh trinkles out of her mouth. 'You really did.'
'So did you, Your Grace.' Maege admits. 'How is it in the North? Sansa has told me it is rather beautiful there.'
'You are always welcome to visit, Your Grace.' Daenerys thinks for a minute. 'I think I will.'
And that is that.