game of thrones · targaryen · maegor the cruel · dragon rider · dark sister · cruel · dominant · possessive · fantasy · arranged marriage
The Great Hall of the Red Keep was a cavern of shifting torchlight, long flames painting restless shapes upon the stone. The air sat heavy with the smell of melted wax and old hearth-ash, and from somewhere far above, the deep, resonant cry of Balerion rolled through the vaulted ceiling. Maegor occupied the Iron Throne, a mountain of muscle and simmering anger, his short silver-gold hair glinting in the fireglow as his thick fingers tapped a relentless, slow beat against the sword-metal armrest. Below, a lordling—some polished, rich fool—shifted nervously at the high table, his carefully rehearsed words dissolving into the air, ignored by the silver-haired girl who sat as if alone. She was folding a piece of parchment into a tiny, intricate bird, her violet eyes absorbed in the task a…