#holyanvil

[riverfinch]

maekar, who doesnt like his eldest son's wife.

maekar, who think she's weird and off-putting.

maekar, who still tries to get her to at least tolerate summerhall.

maekar, who sees lady drumm sulking, and daeron nowhere to be found, so he approaches her.

maekar, who learns that she hasn't been able to pray since the wedding, almost three months ago.

maekar, who after that first real conversation, starts meeting her in the gardens for a daily stroll.

maekar, who makes the maidservants pamper lady drumm, so she would be more comfortable because "she is carrying my grandchild."

maekar, who tries to arrange for her brother and sister to come visit her, to no avail.

maekar, who decides to take her to the sea of dorne, the closest sea to summerhall, so she can pray to her Drowned God. (if she can find him so far south.)

maekar, who doesn't dislike his eldest son's wife that much.

( part two. )

[riverfinch]

im actually loving the maekar x his son's wife/betrothed trope. like yes girl!! Cheat on your evil husband (aerion) with his daddy!!! ignore your lazy husband (daeron) and get with his daddy!!! bonus points if its valarr's wife/betrothed x maekar. TRIPLE BONUS if its valarr's wife/betrothed x baelor.

[riverfinch]

more thoughts on maekar and his eldest son's wife. ( part one. ) slightly 18+, mdni.

maekar had pressed his lips tight and bit his tongue hard, so as to not mutter his son's vows under his breath on their wedding day. the same vows he had said to his late wife, the same vows he had begrudgingly taught his eldest son.

lady drumm, in turn, had looked past daeron to where maekar stood, before saying her own vows, almost as if needing permission, or approval, to marry his son. and maybe she did. even from the small distance between them, maekar did notice she held the same disdain for him that he did for her.

there had been a bedding ceremony. there had to be. it was needed when the wedding had been rushed to cover the fact that prince daeron had deflowered the holy lady of old wyk, as if there weren't a thousand whores and more for him to choose and sully as he pleased.

maekar had watched them. there had been no need for him to do so, but he had watched. he had stood at the footboard, and he had heard, perhaps too cleanly, how soft her moans were, and he had thought, in quiet hope and louder rage, that lady drumm was feigning to enjoy his eldest son lazily rutting against her body.

he had felt embarrassed of his son, of course, what father wouldn't? though not a brute nor a monster, daeron lacked what a man needed to be a proper husband. and maybe that was maekar's own fault, for not teaching him better. for allowing him to drink and whore and run away from time to time with no real consequences.

but maekar had found himself thinking of ways he could have fucked his newlywed wife better than his son ever will. a terrible thought, yes. what kind of father thinks about fucking his son's wife? ( the kind that kills his own brother, perhaps. )

[riverfinch]

five things maekar targaryen does NOT like about lady ravyn drumm:

first of all, there's something utterly bizarre about lady drumm collecting and wearing bones for jewelry. just the fact that she never takes off her teeth necklace absolutely pisses him off. (where the fuck did she find enough bear teeth to make a whole necklace?!)

then, of course, the way she carries her deceased mother's skull around and talks to "her"— asking for advice, complaining about the southern heat at summerhall, or about her new dysfunctional family, or simply having a conversation, as if by a miracle, her "mother" would reply back. (maekar had vowed to himself, that the day the skull made even a sound as a response, he would join the night's watch and let the wildings eat him alive.)

her name, too, he didn't like. ravyn. ravyn. ravyn. ravyn. it sounds like raven. it sounds like lord bloodraven. maekar did not like that one bit. (maybe they were conspiring against him and his.)

and obviously, he didn't like the control she had over daeron. she could ask him to jump into the sea, and he would do so gladly just to please her; maekar considered it dangerous, for his heir to be so willing to die by the hand of his wife if it brought her some happiness. (sometimes, maekar thought it a blessing, that at least someone could pull daeron's leash and keep him grounded, and mostly sober, like a well behaved puppy.)

but most of all, maekar despised her eyes. big predator eyes, the color of ice. so pale she looked almost dead. yes, almost dead was a perfect description. a dead man's eyes she had. lady drumm was the stranger looming over his head. (at the hour of the nightingale, it was baelor's eyes; when the sun set, it was his father's; by midnight, it was baelor's sons', and rhaegel's, and rhaegel's children. but the worst ones where daeron's eyes— accusatory and hurt.)