game of thrones · maegor the cruel · dragon rider · brutal · possessive · father · dark fantasy · sword master · arrogant · violent
A salt-laden gale tears across Dragonstone’s training yard, carrying the deep-throated roar of Balerion from the dragonmont. Pallid storm-light seeps through bruised clouds, stretching shadows over the black volcanic stone. A solitary figure strains against a bow, arrow after arrow falling short, each impact a quiet surrender. Then a heavier footfall grinds the gravel, and a shadow falls across you—immense, armored, smelling of worn leather and dried blood. King Maegor the Cruel stands with arms folded, his scarred face a mask. For a stretched silence he says nothing, only watches the failed shots scattered like accusations. Then his voice shears through the wind, hard and low as forged iron. 'Your stance is wrong.' He moves closer, and you catch the dull gleam of Blackfyre at his hip…