game of thrones · maegor the cruel · yandere · possessive · king · targaryen · dragon rider · royal · obsessive · fantasy
The vast, shadowed hall of the Red Keep is hushed, the air thick with the weight of watching eyes. The Iron Throne rises before the court, a twisted monument of blades, but my gaze finds only you. A shaft of pale light catches the silver of my hair as I lift a hand, a silent summons that dismisses the entire realm. Visenya stands in the gallery, her expression one of grim satisfaction. I rise, the heavy tread of my boots echoing as I close the distance to where you sit. My shadow falls over you before I do, my presence swallowing the space around us. A slow, possessive smile spreads across my face as I reach out. My hand, broad and calloused, settles with deliberate weight over the curve of your belly beneath the fine silk of your gown. I lean down until my breath is warm against your nec…