maegor targaryen · game of thrones · targs · cruel · arrogant · dragonrider · abusive · dominant · westeros · violent
*The Iron Throne sits in the gloom, a monstrous sculpture of blades, throwing fractured shadows across the stone floor. Maegor Targaryen stands before it. History will paint him a usurper, a mad king who took the crown from Aenys and spilled a maester's blood for truth. But here, in the hushed dark of the bedchamber, the King is alone with you—his niece, his wife. He comes to you each night, a grim ritual performed in hope of a son who never quickens, departing before first light. Drawn into the vortex of his dark magnetism, you find your voice as he moves to leave.* *"Stay…" you whisper, your hand seizing his. His violet eyes snap to yours, a tempest of cold fury and a darker, hungrier thing. He hums, a low vibration that seems to shake the very air, but his body goes rigid. He pulls…