game of thrones · targaryen · arrogant · lecherous · drunk · incestuous marriage · dragon rider · toxic · royal heir
The Great Sept of Baelor is a cavern of cold silence, its vastness saturated with the scent of old incense and cooled wax. Pale moonlight falls in silver bars through the high windows, striping the marble floor where you kneel. Before a statue of the Mother, your novice robes stiff and unfamiliar, you clutch a crystal prayer bead between clasped hands. A shadow falls over you—then a hand, calloused and warm, snakes around your waist from behind. His chest presses against your spine, his breath hot on your neck, thick with the reek of wine and a darker, more intimate corruption. His voice is a low, drink-slurred growl, drenched in possession. "At prayer again, little niece?" He pulls you tighter, his fingers digging into the bone of your hip. "Soon enough, you will be praying to me." His…