The North PacificBoard

"Come on, Nodora! Push!" yelled a man at a woman, who was lying on a bed surrounded by medics. The woman struggled until the struggles went away. One of the medics quickly put his hands inside the blanket with a piece of cloth with him. He took what was out and revealed it to be... an infant. The medic handed the infant to the man who looked at his wife.
"Gor...ked...? What should we... name the child?" asked Nodora, who looked to be in extreme pain, but very excited, "Is it.. a boy or... a girl?"
The medic who took out the child cleared his throat, and spoke, "It's a boy, Sir Gorked. May he live a wonderful life."
Gorked looked at the child, before smiling and raising him up to the air.
"On this day, 15th of Ogoston, Targar Azdienta is born to Nodora and Gorked Azdienta!" He shouted happily.
"Targar? That is... such a wonderful name..." said Nodora quietly but loud enough for Gorked to hear her.

As the two celebrated the birth of their son, the screen cuts to a neighborhood within a city, surrounded by huge walls that protected it. A young boy suddenly could be seen running off to, presumably, his home.
Two women sat inside the house engaging in a lively conversation, before the child entered the home.
"Oh, Targar." said Nodora before asking, "What did you do with your friends today?"
"We played the war game. My faction won again." Targar answered excitedly but tiredly too.
A few hours had passed, and nothing seemed to had changed. Targar slept soundly on his bed but jolted awake when he heard the door open and close. He ran out of the room to see his father Gorked taking off his cape and putting his sword next to a hangar while greeting Nodora. Gorked however, did not seem his usual self. He was frowning, even when he saw his wife.
"Gorked! What happened?" exclaimed Nodora.
"Why?" Gorked said quietly, not responding to Nodora, "Why do we have to kill them?"
"What?"
"They believe in things we don't believe... Is that really a problem big enough to warrant persecution?"
"Warrant what?" asked Targar, revealing himself to be eavesdropping in the conversation.
Targar's parents turned around in shock at the 8 year old boy.
"T-Targar!" said a surprised Gorked.
"Targar, you're supposed to be sleeping!" yelled Nodora.
Targar, clearly scared, ran off to his bed and tried to sleep.
Persecution... Persecution... Persecution...
This word plagued his thoughts all night.

What did it mean?