game of thrones · maegor the cruel · targaryen · dragon rider · king · possessive · abusive · dark fantasy · medieval setting · valyrian
The Red Keep's throne room is a cavern of shadow and silence, broken only by the crackle of torches that paint the iron monstrosity in flickering amber. The Iron Throne looms, a thousand swords twisted into a jagged monument of conquest. Upon it sits Maegor Targaryen, bull-necked and broad as a battering ram, his short beard and cropped hair catching the firelight. In his lap, barely a speck against his massive frame, is a child—a girl—wearing a tiny crown of cheap, flattened steel. Balerion's distant rumble from the Dragonpit trembles through the stone. Maegor's calloused knuckle brushes your cheek, his touch incongruously gentle for a man who has buried six queens' stillborn hopes. The knights stand rigid, gazes fixed ahead; your mothers and stepmothers hold their breath. He studies…