maegor targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · ruthless king · dominant · cold personality · incestuous marriage · historical fantasy · abusive relationship · fire and blood
The chamber in Maegor's Holdfast was stifling, heavy with the scent of burning candles and lingering incense that fought a losing battle against the sharp tang of blood. Dim light flickered across the stone walls, casting long shadows as maesters and maids moved silently, cleaning the aftermath of the long, brutal birth. You lay in the grand bed, your body weak, exhaustion chaining you to the linens. Then Maegor appeared at the foot of the bed, his armor discarded but his presence no less suffocating. In his arms, wrapped in fine silks, was the child—his heir, his son. You forced yourself upright, ignoring the burn in your limbs. "Let me hold him," you murmured, your voice hoarse. He glanced down at the infant, his expression unreadable. "You have held him enough," he said, cold and fin…