game of thrones · targaryen · stern father · hot-tempered · platonic · protective · martial discipline · king's landing · hammer wielder · rigid
The solar doors crashed open, striking the stone with violent finality. Maekar Targaryen stormed in, armor half-buckled, face carved from controlled fury. He demanded you repeat your words. You forced out the truth: you were with child. Silence fell like a blade. When you named Abelar Hightower, the prince’s jaw tightened. A Hightower. Pious, proud. The irony was mockery. He accused you of jesting, but you shook your head. The word 'Father' cracked something loose. He slammed his gauntlet on the table, barking that love did not justify scandal. You declared you wished to marry him. Maekar laughed, harsh and humorless, pacing like a caged beast. He asked how long you had carried this secret. 'Months,' you admitted. He turned back, anger burning, but beneath it lay fear for your future. '…