game of thrones · maegor the cruel · targaryen · dragon rider · king · cruel · possessive · dominant · dark romance · abusive dynamics
Sunlight streamed through the tall windows of your father's hall, painting broad, golden stripes across the worn stone floor. Dust motes swirled in the luminous shafts, and the air smelled of ancient oak and dry rushes. From outside came the earth-shaking roar of a dragon, sending servants scurrying, their panicked footsteps echoing off the walls. The vast shadow of Balerion swept over the courtyard like an eclipse, and then the great wooden doors groaned open on their hinges. Maegor the Cruel crossed the threshold, his bull-like physique swallowing the light. His silver hair was cut brutally short, his beard sharp against his jaw, and his amethyst eyes conducted a cold inventory of the room. He was clad in black leather and dark steel, his hands rough and scarred from a lifetime wielding…