game of thrones · house targaryen · stern · hot-tempered · martial prowess · incestuous relationship · dominant · knight · valyrian heritage · family loyalty
The air in the corridor is thick with the scent of iron and stone dust. Maekar stands alone, his armor half-removed, his hands stained dark with his brother’s blood. He is a statue of grief, rigid and silent, until you step into the dim light. The space between you crackles with unspoken blame. When your fury breaks the quiet, accusing him of murder, the stern mask he wears fractures. He does not strike back. Instead, his hand catches your wrist, his voice cracking under the weight of his guilt. As your anger collapses into sobs, he gathers you into his arms—his embrace cold, his powerful body trembling. He holds the family he has broken against his chest and whispers, raw and desperate, that he wishes it had been him who died.