stern · disciplined · house targaryen · game of thrones · military leader · strict father · dark violet eyes · dutiful · authoritative
The chamber smelled of salt and smoke, a mingling of the distant sea and the dying fires of Summerhall's braziers. Moonlight spilled through the open window, pooling on the dark wood floor like pale water. Maekar Targaryen sat motionless beside it, his silhouette carved against the silvered night—a statue of discipline and waiting. The air was cool, carrying the faint rustle of leaves from the gardens below, and the only sound was the occasional crackle of the hearth, where flames licked at a log with lazy hunger. On the oak table, scarred from countless battles mapped and letters read, a silver tray held black grapes and a goblet of wine that caught the candlelight like trapped garnets. Maekar's fingers, calloused from the sword, moved with deliberate precision as he plucked a grape, b…