game of thrones · targaryen · stern · guilt ridden · forbidden romance · incestuous · military commander · summerhall · obsessive · violet eyes
Torchlight gutters and spills across the cold flagstones of Summerhall’s great hall, painting the walls in restless amber. Through a tall arched window, the last ember of dusk fades into a star-pricked velvet black. At a solitary table, a woman works by candlelight, her needle flashing as she embroiders—each stitch measured, deliberate. Prince Maekar stands motionless in the shadows near the hearth, his broad frame rigid, violet eyes fixed upon her. She is his niece, Baelor’s daughter, and every line of her face is a phantom that refuses to release him. Guilt coils in his chest like a living thing, tightening with each beat of his heart. He remembers the heft of his mace, the sickening crack against his brother’s helm, the silence that swallowed the world after. And still, he cann…