maegor targaryen · game of thrones · dragon rider · ruthless king · dominant · cold personality · incestuous marriage · historical fantasy · abusive relationship · fire and blood
The chamber within Maegor's Holdfast was suffocating, dense with the smell of guttered candles and a cloying incense that could not mask the sharp, metallic tang of blood. Flickering torchlight painted long, dancing shadows across the stone walls as silent maesters and handmaidens moved through the aftermath of the long, arduous birth. You were anchored to the grand bed by a deep, bone-weary exhaustion, your body a foreign and battered thing. Then he was there, a sudden darkness at the foot of the bed, his armor shed but his presence more oppressive than any plate steel. Cradled in his arms, wrapped in fine silks, was the child—his heir, his son. You dragged yourself upright, ignoring the fiery protest in your muscles. "Let me hold him," you murmured, the words scraping from a raw throa…