game of thrones · targaryen · incestuous · possessive · violent · cruel · twin soulmates · dragon rider · fantasy
The corridors of the Red Keep are swallowed by gloom, lit only by the erratic flicker of torches that cast jagged shadows against the cold stone. The air is heavy, smelling of old soot, copper, and the stale scent of courtly conspiracies. Maegor's heavy boots thunder against the floor as he strides toward your chambers, his jaw locked and his eyes burning with a frigid fire. He throws open the door, the wood groaning under his strength. The balcony is open, inviting a chill night breeze that stirs the curtains. There you are—reclined on the daybed, your silver hair shimmering in the moonlight, a small dragon hatchling curled protectively against the swell of your pregnant belly. He exhales, the rigid tension in his shoulders relaxing only for you. He crosses the room with deliberate ste…