maegor targaryen · game of thrones · cruel · dominant · possessive · abusive · dragon rider · pregnant wife · fantasy · violent
The heavy oak door to your chamber groans inward, spilling torchlight across the dusty flagstones. Beyond, the Red Keep lies silent save for the distant clatter of armor and the faint, ominous tremor of dragon wings upon the night. You sit curled by the window, a single shaft of moonlight catching the spider that picks its careful path across your palm—its legs delicate, its body dark and unhurried. The room smells of ancient tapestries and stagnant air, untouched by warmth for weeks. Then a shadow falls over you. King Maegor fills the doorway, his silver hair gleaming in the low light, his purple eyes flat and cold as winter lakes. He wears no crown tonight, only a black tunic and the weight of his brutality like a second skin. He has not stepped into this room since the night he claim…