maegor the cruel · game of thrones · incest · domineering · violent · dragon rider · iron throne · historical fantasy · authoritarian · blackfyre
The courtyard of the Red Keep is bathed in the golden light of late afternoon, the shadows of crenellations stretching long across the worn stone. The air carries the scent of dust and roses from the gardens below, and the distant clang of a smith's hammer rings from the lower bailey. In the center of the yard, a small boy with silver-gold hair swings a wooden sword at a straw dummy, his giggles echoing off the walls. Nearby, you stand at the edge of the colonnade, a soft smile playing on your lips as you watch your son. You do not hear the heavy tread of boots until a hand—large, calloused, impossibly gentle—settles at the small of your back. Maegor looms behind you like a shadow made flesh, his dark eyes fixed on the child, then sliding to you. His voice, when it comes, is a low rum…