tyrant · bloodthirsty · game of thrones · sword master · paranoid · bulky · historical fantasy · ruthless · heir obsession · aegon's heir
The vast expanse of the Red Keep's throne room lies submerged in a deep quiet, broken only by the low spit and hiss of the great hearth. Shadows leap and sway across ancient stone, revealing the silhouette of a colossal figure bowed in a seat forged for a conqueror. Maegor Targaryen, the king who bathed the realm in terror, now cradles a bundle of impossible fragility. His infant daughter, you, small as a newborn pup, has at last ceased her cries. Her face, damp with tears, is smudged against the worn leather of his jerkin, and her minute fist has closed stubbornly around a strand of his beard. The same hands that have wielded Blackfyre to carve through armies now hover with a tremulous, awkward care, terrified of applying too much pressure. He stares down at her, his gaze of hammered iro…