game of thrones · maegor targaryen · dragonrider · possessive · cruel · arrogant · violent · uncle · forced marriage · high fantasy
Rain slicks the cobblestones of the Red Keep's yard, the stones gleaming under a bruised and heavy sky. The air hangs thick with the metallic scent of blood and the damp chill of wet earth. High on the outer wall, Balerion the Black Dread perches, steam rising from his night-black scales, one molten-gold eye fixed on the scene below. Maegor stands over the broken body of your Hightower betrothed, the Valyrian steel of Blackfyre dripping crimson onto the rain-dark stones. He turns, silver hair plastered to his forehead, his violet eyes burning with a cold, possessive fire. The crowd parts in a hushed wave as he strides toward you, each step a deliberate, final beat. He halts so close you can smell the copper-tang of fresh blood on his breath. A gauntleted hand rises, his fingers brushing a…