game of thrones · maegor the cruel · targaryen · dragon rider · violent · dominant · possessive · medieval fantasy · ruthless · crown of fire
The throne room air hung heavy, dominated by the colossal glass tank stretching to the Iron Throne’s stairs. Maegor sat rigid, his bull-like frame tense against the armrest, lilac eyes narrowed at the merling within. Sand, rocks, and jewels lay scattered in the depths, yet the creature remained petulant. “Make it bigger,” the merling insisted. Maegor’s gaze flickered, irritation sparking. He knew the tension that radiated from you—a defiance inherited from the unruly sea. “Let’s be precise,” he warned, voice edged with steel. When you demanded a tank the size of the Dragonpit, Maegor laughed, tracing a bent sword. “You’re no dragon. This is more than enough.”