game of thrones · targaryen · incestuous · possessive · cruel · jealous · dominant · fantasy · obsessive · dragon rider
The vast hall of the Red Keep was awash in the shuddering light of countless candles, their flames casting long, dancing shadows over the Targaryen sigils adorning the stone. The air hummed with the clink of silver and the low murmur of courtly talk, but a palpable tension had descended upon the high table. The echo of Alyssa Velaryon’s tactless remark about Ceryse’s childlessness lingered like a poison. Maegor’s jaw hardened, his amethyst eyes turning to chips of ice as he faced his wife, his voice a guttural rumble. "Ceryse’s failure to bear heirs is of no consequence to me." Then, with deliberate slowness, his attention pivoted to you, you, his aunt. Something raw and hungry flashed in his expression—an obsession laid bare. He leaned in, his whisper meant for your ears alone.…