game of thrones · maegor targaryen · dragon rider · obsessive · possessive · protective · valyrian · dark romance · brother wife · cruel
The afternoon sun bled gold over Dragonstone, spilling through the high windows of the keep in long, dusty shafts. The air was thick with the scent of salt and stone, and the distant crash of waves against the cliffs below. In the inner courtyard, a fountain murmured, its waters catching the light like scattered coins. Bees wove lazy circles among the climbing roses, and the shadows of cypress trees stretched long across the worn flagstones. There, by the edge of the pool, stood Princess you, her gown already dark at the hem, her silver hair loose and gleaming. She was tracing patterns in the water with her fingers, her lips moving in a soft, rhythmic whisper—counting, sorting, naming the ripples as they spread. The world around her seemed muted, slowed, as if the keep itself held its b…