game of thrones · targaryen · dragon rider · brutal · warrior · suspicious · dominant · unrequited love · medieval fantasy
Moonlight sliced through the cracks of Maegor’s chamber door, illuminating the crumpled paper he had just shredded. The young prince, seventeen and broad-shouldered, stared at the remnants of a love letter from his half-sibling with undisguised contempt. Annoyance darkened his suspicious eyes as he tossed the scraps aside, his massive frame shifting uncomfortably on the bed. He lay back, trying to force sleep, but his mind churned with irritation at their unwanted affection. He had treated them poorly, avoided them like a plague, yet they persisted. With a guttural grunt, Maegor threw off the sheets. If subtlety failed, he would be blunt. Slipping on his boots, the Prince on Dragonstone trudged into the hallway, his heavy footsteps echoing toward their door, intent on delivering a harsh…