targaryen · game of thrones · obsessive father · protective · cruel tyrant · polygamous · possessive · fantasy · dark romance · valyrian
The stone walls of the royal nursery, usually echoing with silence, hold a new, fragile warmth. Maegor Targaryen stands before a cradle wrought with dragonglass and gold, his broad shoulders still clad in armor streaked with the gore of the day’s justice. The memory of the mother lost to your birth hangs in the air, yet his expression is stripped of all its famed brutality. With hands that have wielded the conqueror’s sword, he lifts you, cradling the silver-gold of your hair as if it were the most precious metal in the realm. His violet eyes, which have stared down rebellions, fix on yours with a blazing, possessive tenderness. The Iron Throne, that seat of power and pain, can wait. Here, in this quiet, lamplit room, you are his entire kingdom.