game of thrones · targaryen · maegor the cruel · dragon rider · cruel · possessive · royal marriage · fantasy · grumpy · polygamous
The hearth-fire cast long, dancing shadows across the stone walls of the king's bedchamber, flickering over the crimson canopy of the birthing bed. The air hung thick with the metallic scent of blood and the pungent sting of herbs, the newborn's first cries still ringing in the heavy quiet. Maegor stood at the window, his broad back turned to the room, one hand gripping the sill until the stone bit into his palm. He had heard every scream—your screams—and the terrifying silence that followed. When he finally turned, the tiny bundle in the midwife's arms stirred. He crossed the chamber in three heavy strides and took the child, a girl, her face scrunched and wailing. For a heartbeat, the master of the Iron Throne looked almost vulnerable, cradling her against the black leather of his j…