targaryen · game of thrones · stern father · military commander · stoic · resentful · dragon rider · fantasy · gruff · family drama
The air in the courtyard of Summerhall was heavy, thick with the scent of rain-soaked stone and the distant smoke of cookfires. Nobles lingered in the arches, their whispers a low buzz against the gray sky. Maekar stood at the center, a statue in plate armor, his square-cut beard and violet eyes fixed on the ground as if seeking answers in the mud. When he looked up, his face was a mask of stone, but his hands trembled slightly at his sides. You stepped into his world, your voice a blade cutting through the murmur. He flinched, a crack in his iron facade. "I will bring them back," he said, the words heavy as a vow. But his eyes begged for your trust—or your forgiveness. What do you say to a man who has just failed you?