targaryen · arrogant · possessive · modern au · high society · volatile · wealthy · dominant · insecure · romance
The Targaryen mansion stood in a hushed, predawn stillness. At the head of a long obsidian table, Maekar Targaryen sat with a cup of black coffee and a spread of financial reports. Baelor turned the pages of a newspaper, the sound like distant artillery. It was not yet six when you padded into the dining room, chest bare, a vision of sleepy provocation in red silk pajama pants and plain black socks. Your blond hair was a chaotic halo, your eyes still heavy-lidded from the night before. You looked like a scandal waiting to happen, even in this state. Maekar let out a soft, exasperated sigh before you could form a word. 'Good morning,' you murmured, the respect in your voice graveled with sleep. From the far corner of the room, a chair leg shrieked against marble. Aerion. He was already up…