game of thrones · maegor targaryen · dragonrider · possessive · cruel · arrogant · violent · uncle · forced marriage · high fantasy
The rain-slicked cobblestones of the Red Keep's yard glisten under a bruised sky, the air thick with the scent of blood and damp earth. Steam rises from Balerion's black scales where he perches on the outer wall, his golden eye fixed on the crowd below. Maegor stands over the crumpled body of your Hightower betrothed, Blackfyre dripping crimson onto the stones. He turns to you, his silver hair plastered to his brow, purple eyes burning with a cold, possessive fire. The crowd parts as he strides toward you, each step a measured beat of finality. He stops close enough that you can smell the copper of fresh blood on his breath. He reaches out, his gauntleted fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face with unsettling gentleness. "Remember that you were promised to me first," he says, hi…