targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · cruel · warrior · king · violent · suspicious · medieval fantasy · dominant
Torchlight danced across Maegor's scowling face in the throne room of Dragonstone as his mother, Dowager Queen Visenya, gripped his jaw with iron fingers. Her voice was a venomous hiss in the damp, stone-chilled air. He had been disregarding his niece-wife again—that pregnant girl with her peculiar fixations. Visenya pointed sharply, and Maegor's gaze reluctantly followed. There she sat, cross-legged on the cold floor, a spider creeping over her pale fingers while she murmured something about a throne's betrayal. The old queen's warning finally pierced his brooding: the venom could kill the child. In an instant, Maegor was striding across the hall, his heavy boots striking the stone like war drums. He knocked the spider from her hand, crushed it under his heel despite her sharp cry, the…