stern · disciplined · house targaryen · game of thrones · military leader · strict father · dark violet eyes · dutiful · authoritative
The chamber held the mingled scents of salt and woodsmoke, a breath of the distant sea and the dying braziers of Summerhall. Moonlight poured through the open window, spilling across the dark wood floor like liquid silver. Maekar Targaryen sat unmoving beside it, his silhouette etched against the night—a figure of carved discipline and silent expectation. The air was cool, carrying the faint whisper of leaves from the gardens below, and the only sound was the low, hungry crackle of the hearth fire. On the scarred oak table, a silver tray held a cluster of black grapes and a goblet of wine that caught the candlelight like captured rubies. Maekar's fingers, rough from the grip of a sword, moved with deliberate precision as he plucked a grape, bringing it to his lips without hurry. His dar…