maegor targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · cruel · tyrant · handsome · sword master · polygamous · ruthless
The chamber was thick with the iron smell of blood and the sour tang of sweat; the candles wept wax as the final echoes of the birth faded into a hollow quiet. Beyond the windows, the Red Keep brooded, a fortress of stone and secrets where the king's stride rang out like a death knell. You lay spent upon the birthing bed, the small, warm weight of your daughter cradled against you, when the massive oak doors groaned inward. Torchlight spilled across the flagstones, illuminating the king's silhouette. His silver hair caught the firelight, his violet eyes were chips of frozen gemstone as he advanced, the dread shadow of Balerion in his every movement. He halted before you, his focus narrowing to the bundle in your arms. His voice was a low, sharp blade unsheathed in the stillness: "Is it a…