(Third Person POV)
"My Prince!!" a Keeper exclaimed in High-Valyrian, "What are you doing?! We must get the Guards!!"
Three Dragonkeepers ran up to Vaelor, who was dragging Ser Mace across the ground, the Knight holding his side as he had a rag on his wound, pressing on it tightly. His face was pale, his lips purple. He had lost so much blood and was barely conscious. Despite being much smaller than him, Vaelor was able to drag him towards the Dragonpit.
Vaelor tossed him to the side and pointed at Mace, "Drag him further!" He commanded in High-Valyrian, "Now! And get me Shrykos!"
One of the Keepers, an elderly one, "My Prince....."
"Justice via flames must be served." Vaelor said with a serious scowl, "He murdered the woman who was to be my wife. I must make an example of him with witnesses. Do you refuse my command?"
The Keepers looked at each other, knowing that his words were not lies. They immediately crouched down and grabbed Ser Mace, dragging him forth as the elderly Keeper went over to the entrance of the pit.
"Arghh...." Ser Mace groaned in pain, "Prince Vaelor..."
Vaelor walked alongside the Keepers as they left him on the middle of the stone ground, his glare piercing the knight as he stood above him.
"You are a sick bastard." Vaelor told him, "You will rot in hell, just know that."
Mace rolled over to his side, "She was mine....." He said, "You never once deserved her."
"What I deserved is not something for you to decide!!!" Vaelor exclaimed, "What my feelings were on the matter matters not!! She was my betrothed; she was meant to be my wife. I was going to be responsible for her. What kind of man would I be if I didn't do this much?!"
"You..." Mace managed
"Vaelor!!" a voice called out
Vaelor turned to see Baelon rushing over on horseback, followed by several riders, "Baelon..."
Baelon reached them and dismounted, "What the hell....." He said, "What have you done?!"
Vaelor scowled, "I've done what is expected of me!!" He said as he pointed at Mace, "It is my responsibility."
Baelon looked at Mace, "So it was him...." He said, "Vaelor...."
"He confessed to me...." Vaelor said as he walked up to Mace and kicked him on the side, "He told me everything!"
Baelon pulled him away, "Do not do that, you buffoon!" He shouted, "He'll die! He's already bleeding out. Did you stab him?!"
"Yes." Vaelor pulled himself away, "I did."
"Damn it all, Vaelor." Baelon crouched down and inspected Mace's wound. "Are you certain he confessed?"
"I am." Vaelor said, "He had been abusing his own niece...he defiled her.....he....he killed her!!"
"Hehhehhehe....." Mace said, "With what proof? Nobody else heard a thing, Vaelor Targaryen. If my brother finds out that you-"
"Your Father would have sent you to the Wall, like a coward! Afraid of Kinslaying." He said, "But you are a Kinslayer yourself! You killed your own Niece! And even if nobody believes that you confessed to me, you struck a Prince, warranting me to defend myself and stab you. But no, this is not why it has come to this....."
As he said this, the sounds of Shrykos approaching were heard. They all turned to see the white dragon being guided by the Keepers, his eyes were directly on Vaelor who glared at Mace Tyrell. The White King was able to feel Vaelor's emotions, his current feelings, and he was reacting in kind. The closer he got, the deeper his growling became, the more he shook his neck, and the more he snarled.
Shrykos knew what was about to come and Baelon sensed it.
Baelon immediately stood up, "Vaelor!"
Vaelor looked at him as Shrykos reached him, standing right before him, "She was my betrothed, Baelon." He said, "I owe her this much."
Baelon's expression hardened, ".....fine."
One of the Keepers looked at Baelon, "Are you certain of this?"
"I will take responsibility." Baelon responded in High-Valyrian
Mace got on his knees, looking at Vaelor with a wicked smile stained in blood, "You little shit...." He said, "One day, someone will rip apart everything you love. That is what you have done to me. You-"
Vaelor cut him off by spitting on his face, "Shut the fuck up, you scum." He said, "You don't deserve to speak. You've brought shame to your Family, your House, and your Brother. I will make sure to get Lord Tyrell to apologize for your pathetic actions."
"You really think....." Mace managed, "That the Realm will forget this? That-"
Shrykos cut him off by letting out a vicious roar, the force of it hitting Mace on the face, his face getting even paler as he began to tremble in fear. His face was already covered in sweat but the dragon roaring at his face got more sweat to come out of his pores.
"Mace Tyrell....You're no Knight...." Vaelor said with a disgusted face, "Mace Tyrell, for the rape of your Niece, Lady Ellyn...for the Murder of my Betrothed, Lady Ellyn.....I, Prince Vaelor Targaryen...sentence you to death."
Mace smirked, suddenly getting a boost of confidence, "You.....?" He said, "You have no right. You are not my Kin-"
"Dracarys"
Shrykos opened his maw and released a stream of flames, engulfing Mace Tyrell and killing him almost immediately. The keepers and all of the guards shielded their faces with their arms as Baelon and Vaelor simply stared at the flames.
After Shrykos stopped, he let out a vicious roar into the skies, which resounded throughout the air.
Vaelor stared at the crumbling corpse which was set ablaze, "...he deserved worse...." He said seriously, "He deserves eternal punishment...."
"He will get what he deserves in the Seven Hells." Baelon said as their eyes reflected the eyes of the flames, "You can trust me on that, little brother."
Vaelor's hands began to tremble as he looked down, "I failed her...." He said, "It was not my intention for any of this to happen."
Baelon patted his shoulder, "Do not worry, Vaelor....." He said, "It is not your fault."
"Sometimes, Fate works like this."