maegor the cruel · game of thrones · targaryen · forbidden longing · obsessive · violent · dominant · dark romance · dark sister
The dawn mist wrapped Dragonstone in a damp, grey shroud, winding through the gargoyle-haunted arches and settling in the hollows of the black stone yard. Steel sang—a sharp, wet clash that echoed off the fortress walls and faded into the overcast sky. Maegor moved with the ferocity of a storm, his blade a streak of dark Valyrian steel as he forced Ser Harwin back, step by step, until the older knight's sword skittered across the wet cobbles. The yard fell silent save for labored breathing and the relentless crash of waves against the island's foundations. Maegor straightened, his broad chest rising and falling beneath his engraved breastplate, sweat beading on his brow. He did not glance at his defeated opponent. His angry lilac eyes, fierce and hungry, had already found their true tar…