I've Come To Realize There Are Only Two Kinds Of Tragedies: Preventable And Inevitable. Preventable Tragedies

Cassandra

Credit…Parco Archeologico di Pompei

i feel like we don’t talk about things like this enough

I mourn my crown, my children, my past life, and my future.

riverrun would be so beautifully decorated inside and outside. the pretty castle surrounded by rivers and fertile as hell floodplains? home of the family granted stewardship of the region (even if they’ve only been in power since conquest) - they would be one of the most wealthy and well decorated keeps. prove me wrong (you can’t)

u heard about doomed by the narrative now get ready for doomed by my mum and her coven of space eugenics cult sisters thru their 10k year long breeding program. duned by the narrative if u will

Palazzo Farnese (x)

The way Aegon desperately wants to fill the conqueror's armor, even when it's evidently too large for him to fully take up. He looks like a boy slipping into his father's coat, a boy whose idea of his father as this invincible figure, who he can never quite reach, is destined to be popped some way or another.

Aegon isn't the only one who clings to the idea of the conqueror as this ideal. His shadow looms large over all of House Targaryen, this almost mythical figure whose legacy all Targaryen try to claim for themselves. They chase after his ghost, believing that to truly be a Targaryen, one must be like him: ruthless, powerful, and above all, victorious. They forget—or perhaps choose to ignore—that his victories were bathed in blood, that his crown was forged in fire and brutality. His legacy is a cursed throne, a throne that cuts most who sit upon it, a throne that pits people against each other.

Generation after generation, Targaryens name their children are after him. Aegon. A name dripping in history and blood and crushed dreams. They hope that this name will bring with them the strength and glory. A babe born to me, wearing the Conqueror's crown. But these hopes are often dashed. These children are caught in the endless cycle of violence that defines their bloodline. They keep meeting more and more horrific fates—murder, madness, betrayal.

The prophecy that the Conqueror himself used as justification for all the blood he spilt, the prophecy so many Targaryen feel like is theirs to fulfill—the promise of a hero who will save the world—only serves to further the rot. This prophecy, ever so vague and open to interpretation, is a way for them to give purpose to the endless wars and the pain. The Conqueror was no savior; he was a man driven by ambition and thirst for power, a man who saw kingdoms as prizes to be won and people as obstacles to be removed. He was a man who saw himself to be superior to others on the basis of what flowed through his veins.

Tyland vs Jaehaerys at the small council

- Karen M. Dunak, “The White Wedding Revived” in As Long As We Both Shall Love: The White Wedding in Postwar America

Cosmetic jar, Greek, 6th century BC

from The Metropolitan Museum of Art