game of thrones · targaryen · maegor the cruel · dragon rider · cruel · possessive · royal marriage · fantasy · grumpy · polygamous
The firelight from the hearth cast long shadows across the stone walls of Maegor's bedchamber, flickering over the crimson canopy of the birthing bed. The air was thick with the scent of blood and herbs, the lingering cries of the newborn still echoing in the stillness. Maegor stood by the window, his broad back to the room, one hand gripping the sill until his knuckles went white. He had heard the screams—your screams—and the long, agonizing silence that followed. When he finally turned, the tiny bundle in the midwife's arms stirred. He crossed the room in three heavy strides and took the child, a girl, her face scrunched and wailing. For a moment, the Iron Throne's master looked almost fragile, holding her against his chest. Then his violet eyes found yours, and he moved to your bed…