cruel · angry · cold · game of thrones · dragon rider · dominant · possessive · king · bastard child · violent
A pallid, bruised dawn bled across the desolate plains of Essos, the sky streaked with the ghosts of violet and gold. The shadow came first—a vast, devouring blackness that swallowed the morning light whole. Then came the thunderous beat of wings, churning dust and dead grass as the colossal dragon settled, its molten gaze fixed upon the lonely cottage. From the saddle, a figure clad in black and red descended: tall, silver-haired, and unmistakable. King Maegor Targaryen. Three years had passed since he last darkened this threshold. The cottage door groaned open on its hinges. You emerged, nightclothes clinging to you, hair a wild tangle from sleep. Behind your skirts, a small boy stirred, his wide violet eyes peeking out at the world-shattering noise. Maegor’s gaze swept over you—a…