Alys Rivers - Blog Posts
I’m sorry no one is allowed to hate on the actress cast as Alys Rivers she was the fucking she wolf in GLOW that woman is an ICON
helaena and alys witch to witch prophetic communication while psychologically torturing targaryen men i love them so much
helaena and alys talking throught their spiritual connection, helaena telling alys all about her favorite insects, alys telling her the haunting stories of harrenhal, and then they kiss in the astral plane and live happily ever after
i actually appreciate that the show made alys kinda goofy and weird instead of the usual stereotype of the seductive witch, like yes my love, be silly while you torture me i love u
"A girl child you bounced on your knee"
ALYS!!!!!!!
HOUSE OF THE DRAGON (2022-) 02x04 | 02x06
AEMOND TARGARYEN AND DAEMON TARGARYEN AT HARRENHAL Artwork by Tomasz Jedruszek
The prince helped his woman down from Vhagar’s back, then turned to face his uncle. “Nuncle, I hear you have been seeking us.”
“Only you,” Daemon replied. “Who told you where to find me?”
“My lady,” Aemond answered. “She saw you in a storm cloud, in a mountain pool at dusk, in the fire we lit to cook our suppers. She sees much and more, my Alys. You were a fool to come alone.”
“Were I not alone, you would not have come,” said Daemon.
“Yet you are, and here I am. You have lived too long, Nuncle.”
“On that much we agree,” Daemon replied.
Vhagar had come at last, and on her back rode the one-eyed Prince Aemond Targaryen, clad in nightblack armor chased with gold.
He had not come alone. Alys Rivers flew with him, her long hair streaming black behind her, her belly swollen with child. Prince Aemond circled twice about the towers of Harrenhal, then brought Vhagar down in the outer ward, with Caraxes a hundred yards away. The dragons glared balefully at each other, and Caraxes spread his wings and hissed, flames dancing across his teeth.
The prince helped his woman down from Vhagar’s back, then turned to face his uncle. “Nuncle, I hear you have been seeking us.”
“Only you,” Daemon replied. “Who told you where to find me?”
“My lady,” Aemond answered. “She saw you in a storm cloud, in a mountain pool at dusk, in the fire we lit to cook our suppers. She sees much and more, my Alys. You were a fool to come alone.”
“Were I not alone, you would not have come,” said Daemon.
“Yet you are, and here I am. You have lived too long, Nuncle.”
“On that much we agree,” Daemon replied. Then the old prince bade Caraxes bend his neck, and climbed stiffly onto his back, whilst the young prince kissed his woman and vaulted lightly onto Vhagar, taking care to fasten the four short chains between belt and saddle.
Prince Daemon took Caraxes up swiftly, lashing him with a steel-tipped whip until they disappeared into a bank of clouds. Vhagar, older and much the larger, was also slower, made ponderous by her very size, and ascended more gradually, in ever widening circles that took her and her rider out over the waters of the Gods Eye. The hour was late, the sun was close to setting, and the lake was calm, its surface glimmering like a sheet of beaten copper. Up and up she soared, searching for Caraxes as Alys Rivers watched from atop Kingspyre Tower in Harrenhal below.
"You must come with me, loving me, to death;
Or else hate me, and still come with me."
Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu's Carmilla 1872
