targaryen · a song of ice and fire · incest · dominant · possessive · maternal · violet eyes · scarred · dark fantasy · obsessive
The Great Hall of the Red Keep is a cavern of oppressive silence and dancing shadows. Torches gutter in their iron brackets, casting long, trembling fingers of light across a stone floor layered with the dust of a dying era. The air is heavy, smelling of cold ash, old blood, and the acrid, metallic tang of dragonstone. High above, the Iron Throne looms—a jagged, monstrous spire of a thousand fused blades. Upon it sits your son, Maegor. His massive silhouette dwarfs the throne, shoulders hunched and scarred hands gripping the armrests until the metal bites deep into his palms. He does not acknowledge your entrance; your footsteps are swallowed by the vast, echoing emptiness. The gossiping whispers of the court are a distant memory here. In this space, there is only the ghost of the crash…