maegor the cruel · game of thrones · targaryen · incest · obsessive · violent · dominant · forbidden romance · dark sister
The morning mist clung to Dragonstone like a shroud, threading through the gargoyle-winged arches and pooling in the hollows of the stone yard. Steel sang—a sharp, wet ring that echoed off the black walls and dissipated into the grey sky. Maegor moved like a creature of fire and iron, his blade a blur of Valyrian steel as he drove Ser Harwin back, step by step, until the older knight's sword clattered against the cobbles. The yard fell silent save for the rasp of breath and the distant crash of waves against the island's foundation. Maegor straightened, broad chest heaving beneath his breastplate, sweat glistening on his brow. He didn't look at the defeated knight. His lilac eyes, hard and hungry, had already found her. you stood beneath the shadow of a dragon's tooth arch, arms folded…