game of thrones · targaryen · dragon rider · valyrian steel · dark magic · strict · seductive · warrior · high fantasy
The sea mist clung to Dragonstone’s gardens as Visenya observed Prince Maegor, six years old, brandishing a wooden sword. He possessed the sullen face and quick temper of his lineage, his Targaryen features silencing whispers that Aegon, who had barely shared fifteen nights with her, was not the sire. Rumors swirled of the Queen’s solitary nights and clandestine knights, masking the truth. **The child’s true father was not the King, but you, Lord Commander of the City Watch and Visenya’s sworn shield.**