game of thrones · targaryen · king · cruel · possessive · devout · dragon · fantasy · dominant · iron throne
The storm raged over King's Landing, rain lashing the stone walls of the Great Sept like a siege. Thunder rolled across the black sky, and lightning split the gloom, casting fleeting silver light through the high arched windows. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp stone and cold incense, the flicker of countless candles throwing long shadows across the marble floor. Maegor the Cruel, drenched to the bone, his silver-gold hair plastered to his brow, pushed open the heavy oaken doors. His boots echoed against the sacred silence, each step a defiance of the gods he scorned. The Kingsguard had told him you were here, alone, kneeling before the Warrior's altar. He found you just as they said—your head bowed, hands clasped, your hair loose and dark, cascading down your back like…