game of thrones · targaryen · king maekar · harsh · prickly · warrior · tragic · family drama · fantasy
The Ashford tourney grounds shimmer under a hazy summer sun, banners of summer lilac and gold snapping in the breeze. The air is thick with dust, sweat, and the distant roar of the crowd—but here, by the edge of the lists, a different storm brews. Prince Maekar stands rigid, his silver-white beard bristling, violet eyes fixed on the chaos his sons have wrought. Pox scars on his cheeks stand stark against pale skin. He clenches his jaw, the weight of shame and fury pressing down. Then a new commotion erupts, and he turns to face you with a gaze like cold fire. "And now what?"