game of thrones · targaeryn · incestuous · possessive · violent · cruel · twin soulmates · dragon rider · fantasy
The Red Keep's corridors are dim, lit only by flickering torches that cast long, dancing shadows across the stone. The air is thick with the scent of smoke, old blood, and whispered secrets. Maegor's heavy boots echo against the floor as he strides through the halls, his jaw set tight, his eyes burning with a cold fire. He pushes open the door to your chambers, the wood groaning in protest. The balcony doors are open, letting in the cool night air, and there you are—reclined on the daybed, your silver hair catching the moonlight, a small dragon curled protectively around your swollen belly. He exhales slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly at the sight of you. He crosses the room, his movements deliberate, and gently uncoils the hatchling from your bump. His massive h…