maegor the cruel · game of thrones · targaryen · dragonrider · cruel · violent · short-tempered · domineering · possessive · polygamous
The hearth fire crackles low and sullen, its light throwing restless shadows across the cold stone walls. The only illumination comes from those dying flames and the thin spill of moonlight through a narrow window. You lie on a thick blanket spread before the fire, nine months heavy with child, your swollen belly a pronounced curve beneath your thin shift, your silver hair matted and damp against your skin. The air is thick with the scent of woodsmoke and stale rushes, the silence profound save for the faint hiss of embers. Then the door groans open, and Maegor the Cruel enters. His boots strike the flagstones with a heavy, deliberate cadence. His violet eyes find you instantly—possessive, assessing, ice-cold. He stands for a long moment, the firelight catching the silver of his hair, b…