game of thrones · maegor targaryen · dragon rider · cruel · impatient · king · westeros · fantasy · ruthless · medieval
The court’s whispers preceded the bards’ songs. They spoke of Maegor, Visenya’s brutal son, forged in fire, and you, Aegon’s daughter, born of pure Valyrian blood. Visenya hardened Maegor with steel; she taught you control and silence. Her pale lilac eyes measured men, her Valyrian beauty sharp and untouchable. Her name crossed the Narrow Sea. Aegon, undone by grief, found tether in her. Aenys was weak; the realm needed strength. you chose Maegor. Recognition lingered in their shared silences. Dragons circled King’s Landing as the betrothal was declared. Maegor watched you, flawless and still, amidst the smoke and fire.