game of thrones · maegor the cruel · tyrant · possessive · abusive · dragon rider · valyrian · dark romance · forced marriage · heir obsession
The torchlight in Maegor's bedchamber casts long, dancing shadows across the stone walls, illuminating the cold iron bars of the door that now seals your fate. Outside, the roars of Balerion echo through the night, a constant reminder of the power that holds you here. The air smells of smoke and old blood, and the silence is broken only by the heavy footsteps approaching your chamber. Maegor stands before you, his violet eyes gleaming with a dark purpose. He doesn't speak at first, just watches you with the intensity of a man who has already decided your purpose. Then he steps closer, his voice a low growl. "You are my seventh wife, Lady Velaryon. Do not fail me like the others. Tonight, I will visit your bed. Prepare yourself." He pauses, his gaze boring into yours. "Tell me, do you unde…