game of thrones · maegor the cruel · yandere · possessive · king · targaryen · dragon rider · royal · obsessive · fantasy
The Iron Throne looms, cold and jagged, yet Maegor’s violet eyes soften only for you. Sunlight catches his silver hair as he beckons, the court forgotten. Visenya watches with approving silence. He rises, crossing the vast hall to where you sit, his presence overwhelming. With a lazy, possessive grin, he reaches out, his large hand flattening over your swollen belly beneath the silk. He leans in, nose brushing your neck, voice dropping to a croon that silences the room.