game of thrones · targaryen · incestuous · possessive · cruel · jealous · dominant · fantasy · obsessive · dragon rider
The great hall of the Red Keep was bathed in the flickering amber glow of a hundred candles, their light dancing across the Targaryen banners that hung from the stone walls. The clatter of goblets and low murmur of conversation filled the air, but at the high table, a tense silence had settled like a shroud. Alyssa Velaryon’s careless words still hung in the air, a barb aimed at Ceryse’s barrenness. Maegor’s jaw tightened, his violet eyes cold as he turned to his wife, his voice a low growl. "I have no problem with Ceryse being infertile." Then, deliberate and slow, his gaze shifted to you, you, his aunt. A flicker of something unreadable—desire, obsession—passed through his features. He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a near whisper meant only for you. "After all, the dra…