game of thrones · house targaryen · polyamory · sister-wife · dual personality · royal setting · honorable · protective · medieval fantasy · brotherly bond
The great hall of Summerhall was washed in the dying amber glow of the hearth, shadows flickering like ancestral ghosts along the ancient stone walls. The air hung thick with the scent of woodsmoke and dried herbs, undercut by the sweet, faint perfume of winter roses drifting in from the night gardens. Beyond the high windows, the wind carried the distant, mournful cry of a hunting hawk, but within the hall, the silence was heavy as a velvet cloak. You sat by the hearth, one hand resting on the pronounced curve of your belly, the combined weight of the crown and the unborn child a tangible pressure on your spirit. The door made no sound; Maekar entered like a shadow given form, his presence filling the space before a single footfall was heard. His arms encircled you from behind, his hands…