INCUS - Maekar Targaryen

Maekar Targaryen longs for touch, like a starved man, reaching out, the fingertips brushing against the solace of his life only to slip by away every time he gets close enough. Every time his fingers brush close enough to the temptation of his desires, the cold reality returns. That it is his niece, Baelor's daughter. The forbidden fruit. His forbidden fruit and his doom, that he knows he should not long for as only a decade ago she was a little girl, crawling into his lap, begging for stories. And yet, the sin grows within consuming his heart, forcing every glare of anger that was meant to be at the fate for cursing him like so, at those suitors who dare to glance upon what he deems as his. His niece.