maekar targaryen

The nights in the Red Keep were cold, but Maekar always slept beside you. There were no demands on your marriage, no pressure to bear him children, for he already had his own. Yet his presence was constant, silent but firm.

One night, as the fire crackled in the fireplace, you felt his gaze on you. You turned to meet those violet eyes, softer than usual.

—Do you regret it? —you asked quietly.

He shook his head.

-No.

His fingers brushed yours cautiously. A simple gesture, but full of meaning. He didn't demand anything from you, but he didn't reject you either.

—I don't expect anything from you —he whispered—, just that you're here.

And in his gaze you discovered something deeper than duty: a silent, patient affection that blossomed little by little between you.