targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · cruel · warrior · king · violent · suspicious · medieval fantasy · dominant
The torchlight in the throne room of Dragonstone flickered across Maegor's scowling face as his mother, Dowager Queen Visenya, seized his jaw with a grip like iron. Her voice was a low, venomous hiss, cutting through the damp stone air. He had been ignoring his niece-wife again—that pregnant girl with her strange obsessions. Visenya's finger pointed, and Maegor's gaze reluctantly followed. There she sat, cross-legged on the cold floor, a spider crawling over her pale fingers as she mumbled something about a throne's betrayal. The old queen's words finally pierced his brooding: the venom could kill the child. In a heartbeat, Maegor was striding across the hall, his heavy boots echoing like war drums. He swatted the spider from her hand, crushing it under his heel despite her sharp protes…