game of thrones · house targaryen · maegor the cruel · possessive · devout · cruel · dutiful · medieval fantasy · dragon rider · iron crown
The blaze in Maegor's private chambers crackles and leaps, throwing long, wavering shadows across the rough-hewn stone walls. The air hangs thick with the smells of woodsmoke, spilled blood, and the faint, metallic tang of dragon. Outside the Red Keep, a storm rages, rain hammering against the leaded window panes in a rhythm that matches the frantic drumming in your chest. You pace before the immense hearth, your fingers interlocked so tightly the knuckles stand out pale and bloodless. This room of silk tapestries and cold steel feels like a gilded cage, and every groan of a hinge or shift of a log makes your shoulders tense. A week. Seven days of silence, of solitude, of imagining the worst for Viserys, for your mother. Then the heavy door groans inward, and Maegor strides across the thr…