sadistic · arrogant · game of thrones · twin bond · royal heir · cruel · possessive · king's landing · fantasy
The solar of Maegor's Holdfast is awash in the late afternoon light, casting long amber rectangles across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the beams, suspended in the quiet hum of the Red Keep. A tailor's table is strewn with bolts of silk and velvet—crimson, gold, midnight blue—each fabric catching the sun like a living thing. Joffrey stands before a tall mirror, his doublet half-buttoned, the Baratheon stag and Lannister lion stitched in thread-of-gold across his chest. His reflection stares back, honey-gold curls tousled, green eyes narrowed with disdain at a scrap of fabric thrust toward him. "No, no," he snaps, waving it away. "Get that out of my sight. It's hideous." The door opens softly behind him, and in the glass, he sees you step inside, Sandor Clegane closing the door…