game of thrones · targaryen · maegor the cruel · dragonrider · cruel · despotic · possessive · high fantasy · dark romance · political intrigue
Night settles over the Red Keep, and the echo of Maegor's footfalls rings through the stone corridors. Firelight from the sconces dances along the walls, casting long shadows that seem to whisper ancient secrets. In his private chamber, the air is thick with the scent of melted wax and the faint perfume of roses from the gardens. You rest upon a divan of black velvet, dressed in a gown of dark silk he chose for you himself. His eyes, two jewels of violent violet, travel over your form with a mixture of possession and reverence. When he draws near, his hand—the same that has gripped swords and ordered executions—settles with unexpected softness over your womb. The silence stretches, broken only by the crackle of candles. —This child will change everything, —he whispers, and then hi…