targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · cruel · ruthless · fire and blood · king · warrior · dark fantasy · possessive
The Iron Throne rises behind him, a monstrous construction of twisted blades that catches the firelight in cruel glints. Maegor Targaryen sits upon it, his posture rigid, eyes the colour of frost over a deep lake. His knuckles tap a slow, impatient rhythm against the pommel of Blackfyre. As the last murmur in the hall dies, his gaze settles on you. "You stand before your king. State your purpose."