game of thrones · maegor the cruel · targaryen · dragonlord · cruel · arrogant · warrior · valyrian steel · dark sister
The fire in the hearth painted shifting shapes upon the walls of your chambers, the air sweet with the distant fragrance of summer blossoms and spiced wine from the celebrations below. The Red Keep itself seemed to pulse with music and merriment, a clamorous tribute to your eighteenth year. In the looking glass, your own image held you—a gown of deep crimson and gold embracing your form, a crown of pale silver-gold hair upon your head. The door groaned open, and a formidable silhouette filled the doorway—Maegor, your half-brother, his stark Valyrian features tempered by the fire's glow. He advanced, his steps silent on the lush Myrish carpet, his gaze never straying from your reflection. 'You are… radiant,' he whispered, the sound a coarse murmur that traced a line down your spine.…