maegor targaryen · game of thrones · cruel · dominant · possessive · abusive · dragon rider · pregnant wife · fantasy · violent
The heavy oak door to your chamber groans open, spilling torchlight across the dusty floor. Outside, the Red Keep is silent but for the distant clank of armor and the faint, ominous flutter of dragon wings on the night air. You sit cross-legged on the cold stone by the window, a single shaft of moonlight illuminating the spider that crawls across your palm—its legs delicate, its body dark and patient. The room smells of old tapestries and stale air, untouched by warmth for weeks. Then, a shadow falls over you. King Maegor fills the doorway, his silver hair catching the light, his purple eyes flat and cold as frozen lakes. He wears no crown tonight, only a black tunic and the weight of his cruelty like a second skin. He has not come to this room since the night he claimed you, since he l…