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GEETA VASANT PATEL! give me canon Rhaenicent, and my life is yours.

i think i might need to start a petition for pandora to make a ring of aegon's crown because i would give them my lung and kidney for it

i need to get this off my chest

WHY THE FUCK DID THEY TAKE BURNING AEGON FROM BAELA????? like im not even mad about the fact aemond did it but why did they take the absolute badass action she did (singlehandedly almost defending Aegon and sunfyre) in favor of another targaryen twink

i am soo fucking mad its actually insane

just finished watching both trailers for hotd. i want jacaerys velaryon and aegon targaryen to **** me untiil I ***** and ****** **** ****** **** both at the same time ****

very many thoughts, half of them are a Moulin Rouge inspired au with benedict bridgerton with an opera singer!reader/oc

the other half are an aemond oneshot based on the song hellfire from the hunchback of notredame with aemond absolutely obsessed with a velaryon!reader, daughter of rhaenyra and harwin strong

objetivo: find a good hotd fanfic

obstucalo: WHY IS EVERYTHING INCEST OH MY GOD

Helaena Targaryen – House of the Dragon – 2.01 The Last Day of Pompeii by Karl Bryullov produced in 1830–1833

Cregan stark HC's

I love him

(I love him so fucking much)

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• when he was young he fell into a snow drift playing tag with his brother and reckon sent a whole search party to find him

R : where were you

C : well...

B : we were playing tag

C : and I fell in a snow drift

R : [mock disappointed dad sigh]

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• tried to piss off the wall the fist time Rickon brought him but got scared

{In the elevator}

C : dad I herd stories of men of the nights watch piss off the wall

R : [heavy sigh] yes you can piss off the wall

{On the wall}

R : well you going to do it

C : [shakes his head like he's trying to give himself whiplash]

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• he widdled multiple little wood statues of Arra in different styles while she was pregnant

A : what are you doing lord husband?

C : making you something my lady wife

A : is it another little me?

C : yep :)

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• when Arra passed he took baby Rickon to the crypto so he cold put one of the figurines on her statue

C : put it right there [points at the statues open palm while holding baby rickon

BR : [babbling like a cutie as he puts the statue down]

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• Alysanne taught him how to braid hair and he claimed to not like it but constantly braided his hair on hunts to keep it out of his face

C : why are you teaching me this lady wife?

A : its a good skill to know now that you have daughters lord husband

C : why is it such a good skill can't I just teach them how to weald a sword

A : because braids are ladylike swords aren't

C : how about I teach them how to widdle

A : fine

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• carved all his daughters wolves each one very different and while carving them didn't sleep for 3 days

A : are you making something for the girls?

C : yes

A : have you slept in the past 2 days

C : no

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•slept with Jace more than once while he was up north and he sneezes agresively

[After a "fun filled evening"]

J: [sleeping peacfully]

C:[insert rally loud agresive sneeze]

J: what the fuck

Aegon II HC's

• he eats helaenas bugs if they make to much noise

H: Aegon I'm missing a cricket

A: oh? [fuck fuck fuck]

H: do you know where it went?

A: no...

H: you ate it(?)

A: yeah... :( it was to loud

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• Loves to play barbies with Jahaera

J: " mandy you cheating wench"

A: [utterly shook about the tea]

J: "Daniel I did mean to"

J: "so you triped and fell into someone else's bed!?"

(insert child smacking dolls together)

A: " oh my god" [more utter shock]

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• One time tried to give Sunfyer wine

A : Sunfyer [insert the noise that dentists make when telling you to open up]

S: [opens his mouth]

A: [splashes whole goblet of wine into Sunfyer's mouth] stay clam

S: [doesn't stay calm]

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• he has A box embroidered bug patterns that helaena made for him

A : is it a spider since I am as cunning as one

H : ... No

A : Then what is it?

H : A cockroach

A: ...

A : its because I have a big cock isn't it(he said it like a cocky bitch)

H : no

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• Got so drunk oh his and helaena's wedding night and tried to eat the comforter in there room

H: (studying a caterpillar and off in her own world)

A: nom (starts munching on the comforter)

H: (looks at Aegon before deciding she doesn't give 2 fucks)

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• has attempted to steal Aemond's sapphire eye more than once

Aemond: what are you doing (sick of his shit)

A: FUCK (dips out and hides in the nursery for the rest of the day)

Do Other Shifters Have A Hard Time Separating the Actor and the Character?

I haven’t fully shifted, I don’t think. I lucid dream almost every night and every one of those dreams feel real, but I feel like I can differentiate between a dream and reality (that’s a lie, typing this feels like I’m in a dream lol) but I digress. For instance I’ve had dreams (minishifts??) about my House of the Dragon Desired Reality and I DESPISE Daemon. He sucks. Now whenever I see anything with Matt Smith (his actor) I just feel rage and annoyance. I know Matt isn’t the same as the character he plays, it’s just rough. I would never go as far as to threaten or send death threats or anything, it’s just an uncontrollable emotional reaction to the face of my biggest opp. I don’t really know how else to explain but have other shifters (lucid dreamers??) had this same problem? Alternatively when someone shifts for love and they come back here and they have to see the person with the same face as their lover loving another, is that hard? It’s just such a delicate thing I think. Maybe I’m just crazy and not processing it correctly. I don’t know but has anyone else experienced this?

Alicent: Why is he smiling? Why are you smiling?!

Aemond: What, I can't just be happy?

Helaena: Aegon fell down the stairs and took Lord Larys with him.

Aemond: (:

alright slutty waist cuntlord supreme, we get it.

"Saw that coming a mile away" says every HotD watcher in unison.

I think Season 3 should be a comedy set in Essos. Like imagine Aegon healing in the free cities and vibing with Larys and suddenly Alicent, Helaena, and Jaehaera show up. Oh and also Aegon III and Viserys II make it there as well. And all of them are found by Sharako Lohar, with Tyland Lannister being dragged along for the ride.

Unfriendly reminder that the last time Jaehaerys was mentioned in this show was in the "previously on house of the dragon" segment of episode 4, which is supposed to recap the most important events of episodes 1-3. In that, it shows Daemon's vision of a young Rhaenyra in Harrenhall being like "see how this child's death makes me look bad and now I have to clean up after your mess".

BECAUSE SOMEHOW THE SHOWRUNNERS REALLY THOUGHT THAT THE MOST IMPORTANT PART OF JAEHAERYS'S DEATH IS HOW BAD IT MADE RHAENYRA LOOK.

Not the pain that Helaena felt, having to sentence her son to death. Not the rage Aegon felt at being king and yet being powerless to stop the murder of his son. Not the fact that A SIX YEAR OLD BOY DIED!! Noooooo ofc the most important part of Blood and Cheese is how it impacts Rhaenyra and Daemon's character arcs.

Because the reality is Jaehaerys was innocent; a six year old boy who loved to read and play with his dragon Shrykos and has six fingers on one hand. A child who loved bedtime stories with his grandmother and wanted pony rides. He was named after the Conciliator, the king who lived the longest, and yet his own life was cut short.

And then Rhaenyra has the audacity to demand a son for a son. AND ALICENT DOESN'T BRING UP JAEHAERYS!!!! It's honestly disgusting how the showrunners dehumanize Jaehaerys at every turn, erasing all memory of him so their audience can cheer for Rhaenyra in peace.

RIP Jaehaerys. You deserved better :(

"They'll paint you as a villain, a cold queen"

See, I spent all season wondering why Alicent was dithering around, not bothering to support her son who she put on the throne or taking vengeance for the murder of her grandson, instead choosing to fuck Criston Cole and let Rhaenyra leave King's Landing. But now I have been enlightened. The truth everyone failed to comprehend is that book Alicent is obviously maester propaganda!! The real Alicent would never love her children or do anything for them. How silly of you to believe such a thing.

Plot bunny - Daemyra meets the consequences of passion on the beach

Okay, this isn't my usual yapping about how I desperately want to ask HBO to provide the public with a report on the show's expenses and find out how much they pay those nine monkeys with typewriters and one college student with three other jobs who are posing as the House of the Dragon writing team.

But one thing leads to another, so I'm thinking about how convenient it is for Daemon and Rhaenyra to indulge their fetish for public intercourse, and somehow no one found them at all, even though they were not just simple servants, and they couldn't just disappear for a whole night without someone noticing.

And if someone had found them? Maybe someone like Laenor Velaryon?

Laenor, mad with grief, having almost drowned himself a few hours ago, and unable to sleep, escapes from surveillance and goes wandering around Driftmark and the surrounding area. He can't help but think about how his sister died, the one he hadn't seen in years but loved so much; how scared and desperate she was when she couldn't give birth herself, and how much pain she must have suffered; how she spent her last moments in agony and terror. He lost his sister and the nephew who killed her, and whom he almost hates, but knows Laena would never forgive him for those feelings.

And now he stumbles upon his wife and brother-in-law fucking like wild animals on the sand, hidden from the world by a rotten boat hulk. From the world, but not from Laenor.

A part of Laenor understands what these two feel, and is happy for them. His marriage to Rhaenyra was an arrangement that grew into friendship, but never into love; his true love died on the floor of the feast hall, beaten to death by the hands of Criston Cole. He is happy for her, finding solace in their cold, empty marriage, first in Harvin and now in the man she has desired for decades.

He is happy for Daemon. They are friends as much as they are family, which is rare in their houses. They fought together in the Stepstones, and Laenor was happy for them and Laena, the kind of man he would have wished for his sister - almost, Daemon had an unfinished gestalt with his niece, so it was not perfect. But Laena was happy, or sounded so in her letters, so Laenor accepted it as it was. True, now Laenor is more inclined to hate Daemon for laughing at the funeral, but Daemon is Daemon, and someday the pain of loss will pass and Laenor will be able to look at him again without disgust.

But this part is small, quiet, and immediately drowned out by the anger, fury and betrayal rising inside like a storm wave. How dare they! At the funeral of Laena! His sister! Who died giving birth to Daemon's son! Died far from home, far from her family! Daemon didn't even bring her body, just charred bones!! The coffin didn't even touch the seabed, and these two had already stuck together with their crotches!!! HOW DARE THEY HOW DARE THEY HOW DARE THEY!!!

And Laenor, in whom a sea of ​​hatred rages, takes up the blade. He doesn't think about anything, doesn't understand what he's doing, but he knows that these two people, half-naked and shuddering with vile pleasure, are his and Laena's traitors. They are monsters, and Laenor doesn't understand how he could have considered these two his friends.

Daemon Targaryen is still a rogue prince even with his pants down, and Laenor was never considered the best swordsman, at best a good one. Rhaenyra screams at them to come to their senses, but it's no use to Laenor. Daemon dodges the sword, disarms Laenor, but it's doesn't help at all - Velaryon does not listen, his eyes are empty and dark with hatred, he rushes at Daemon empty-handed, wanting to hurt him, just as he and Rhaenyra did to him and Laena.

And Daemon makes a mistake - he, a skilled warrior, underestimates Laenor's rage, and when he swings his blade, intended to drive Velaryon away, he pierces him. Laenor does not die quickly enough - he screams in pain and anger, screams so loudly that he attracts the attention of the guards, who were alerted when it became clear that Corlys' son had disappeared and every servant and guard rushed to search for him.

And what a picture the guards find - the heir of Lord Velaryon, husband of the crown princess and the father of her children, future king consort, Laenor Velaryon, agonizing on the dirty sand. Daemon, shirtless and with unbuttoned pants, with a bloody sword in his hands. And Princess Rhaenyra herself, Laenor's wife, looking at what is happening in horror, wrapped in a dress with loose lacing and pulled off her shoulders, disheveled and covered in sand.

The events that followed have not yet come together in my head in any confident way, there are so many possible consequences.

Rhaenyra and Daemon are caught at the crime scene with bloody hands, one of them not even metaphorically. Denying the fact of murder and sexual intimacy is simply stupid.

Rhaenyra has two options:

1) Lie about how she and Daemon were enthusiastically doing a vertical tango on the beach as soon as they had the chance. She will wring her hands, roll her eyes, and start crying about how her evil uncle tried to take advantage of her, and how the noble and fearless Laenor rushed to her rescue. No one will believe her, of course, but the consequences will be mostly laid on Daemon. He won't be executed as a kinslayer, because Viserys is a spineless whiner, but he will be sent to the Wall.

2) Stand with her uncle and go for broke, and if they die together, they will die together. Again, Viserys' spine is a monkey noodle, he will never kill his sweet daughter in his life, and will try to leave her as his heir, because she is the daughter of the woman he once cut up like a pig in a slaughterhouse.

In any case, what will happen for sure in any case is a complete loss of the Velaryon support for Rhaenyra, Luke losing his rights to inherit Driftmark and the Velaryon name in favor, most likely, of Baela, the loss of Daemon's rights to his daughters - this will be one of Corlys' first demands to the crown, he will not allow the only thing left of his daughter and children in general to remain in the hands of the man who killed his son. All of Westeros will discuss and condemn the actions of the Princess of Whores, Uncle's Delight, for many years. It would take a miracle for Viserys to leave her as his heir, but will he succeed, and what kind of reign awaits a woman with such a background?

Anyone want to add anything that I might have missed?

P.S. If someone wants to use my idea and turn it into a fanfic, be my guest, just tag me, and left a link in the comments down below, I REALLY want to read a story with such a plot =)

PPS. English can kiss my ass me in that scary and dark place where I learned it through sheer force

Old Shiera art 🤞

Anyone who dislikes them is being sent to the gulag

Hotd is so buns I can’t even pretend to like it anymore omg 💔💔💔

Alicent : If you can’t beat them, dress better than them

Rhaenyra : You have to apologize to Alicent

Daemon: Fine.

Daemon: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

Rhaenyra: So are we flirting right now?

Alicent: I AM LITERALLY STABBING YOU

Rhaenyra: That doesn’t answer my question

Look I love Alicent , Rhaenyra and Rhaenicent in general but imagine Alicent when she learned Rhaenyra named her child Aegon 😂😂

Alicent be like: After all she has done, now this too

queen rhaenyra targaryen, first of her name, queen of the andals, the rhoynar, & the first men, queen of the seven kingdoms, protector of the realm, & breaker of backs

Hi! Could I request this for Daemon? I've been really interested in the whole haunting for Damon

in the latest season and just wanted charmed and thought Daemon might come across the spirit of his late ex-lover at Harrenhal. She was Otto's eldest daughter who passed away before they could wed. There's a chance that Otto mistakenly poisoned her instead of Daemon, in an attempt to stop their marriage. She confides in Daemon about the specifics of her death, and he finds closure by being able to embrace her, kiss her, and be intimate with her. Alys Rivers was someone she adored and cared for, perhaps as a motherly figure. Alys might continue to trigger visions of his former lover in Daemon, but not with harmful intentions; it could be rooted in her affection for her maternal figure. This could serve as the first part of a two-part series, and the suspenseful conclusion could be Alys' revelation that she intends to bring her back to life, potentially leading to Damon's unexpected shift in allegiance in the series 😏💚❤️‍🔥

{~Shadows of Harrenhal~}

A/N: First of all I just want to say thank you for requesting this!!! I am sooo sorry that it took me to song for me to write this for you! I really hope you enjoy this and I'm really sorry if it's not entirely what you wanted but I tried! 😭

Summary: Daemon Targaryen encounters the spirit of his lost love, Otto Hightower’s eldest daughter, who died before they could wed. Alys Rivers offers Daemon a way to bring her back, binding their souls but at a high cost. As he’s consumed by their supernatural connection, Daemon faces a painful choice: keep her and lose himself, or release her and find peace.

Characters: Daemon & Alys

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Some Angst

Word Count: 1983

Tag List: @snowtargaryen @hippiedippiekitty

Part 1 ---

Daemon Targaryen never considered himself a man bound by ghosts. He took what he wanted, feared little, and answered to no one. But there was one shadow that followed him, one face that haunted his dreams in the depths of the night—a woman he loved fiercely, his intended bride, taken from him before they could wed. She was Otto Hightower’s eldest daughter, his love, his match, and a memory that clawed at his heart like iron scraping bone.

And now, they say, she wanders Harrenhal.

The torches cast jagged shadows across the cracked walls as Daemon strode through the desolate corridors of the ancient castle. Alys Rivers, dark-eyed and silent, led the way, her steps so light she seemed to glide. Daemon had come here on a whim, drawn by rumors of Alys’s talents. They spoke of her sight, her ability to reach beyond the veil, of a power that could evoke spirits, and conjure memories from the other side. Daemon had scoffed at such tales, but here he was, heart pounding with a hope he would not admit, even to himself.

They reached an old, nearly forgotten hall where the light seemed thinner, barely touching the cold stone. Alys turned to face him, her expression unreadable. “She is near,” she murmured.

Daemon’s throat tightened. “Bring her to me, then.”

Alys did not respond immediately; instead, she stepped back, her dark eyes meeting him with an expression that seemed both compassionate and haunting. With a few whispered words that faded into the stillness, she raised her hands, her fingers moving through the air as though drawing open a curtain unseen.

And then, Daemon felt it—a stirring, a ripple in the atmosphere. The air grew colder, tingling with a sensation he couldn’t quite place as if something forgotten was being called to life once more.

Then he saw her.

She stood in the shadows, her form translucent yet unmistakable. She looked exactly as he remembered—elegant and poised, with a softness that made his heart twist with longing. Her eyes, deep and expressive, locked onto his, and he took a step closer, not daring to blink, terrified she might vanish like all the memories he’d clung to for so long.

“Daemon,” she said softly, her voice carrying a warmth that cut through the chill around them.

His breath left him in a shudder. “Gods… I thought I’d lost you forever.” His voice was a hoarse whisper, filled with a rawness he’d never shown to another soul.

She smiled, though it was a sad, broken thing. “You did lose me, Daemon. And not by fate or sickness, but by the hand of my blood.” Her voice trembled, anger mingling with sorrow. “I did not die by chance. My father took me from you.”

Daemon’s expression hardened. He had suspected Otto’s hand in her untimely death, but hearing it from her lips was a dagger to his heart. “Tell me what happened,” he demanded, his voice rough, desperate.

She paused, looking down at her hands, then back at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “He planned to poison you, Daemon. To ensure I would never stand beside you as your wife, to keep our marriage from bringing you closer to the throne. But he miscalculated…” Her voice broke, and she looked away, pain flickering across her face. “The cup he brought me that night was meant for you. I drank it, thinking it a gesture of his blessing, of forgiveness. And as I lay there, gasping, as I felt the life draining from my body… he looked at me with horror.”

Daemon’s hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white as rage surged within him. “He killed you to stop me. That insufferable snake took you from me.”

She nodded, her form flickering faintly in the cold light. “In his eyes, I was a casualty… a necessary one to prevent what he feared most.” Her voice softened, eyes searching his face. “I only wish I could have said goodbye.”

They were silent for a moment, the weight of her words heavy in the air. Daemon’s gaze softened as he took a step closer to her, his hand reaching out, though he stopped just short of touching her. “I would have burned the realm to keep you safe,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “I would have done anything.”

She stepped closer, her presence faint but solid enough that he could feel a sliver of warmth, a remnant of the life they had once hoped to share. “And I would have walked through fire for you,” she replied, a fierce glimmer in her eyes. “I would have given up anything to be by your side, Daemon.”

He reached out again, his fingers trembling, unsure if he would feel her touch or if his hand would pass through. To his surprise, he felt her—a chill against his skin, yet grounding, familiar. Her hands found his, delicate and weightless.

They stood in silence, foreheads touching, a thousand unspoken words exchanged in that moment. The years melted away, and for a fleeting heartbeat, it felt as if they were the same two souls they had once been—wild, passionate, and bound by a love that defied the very gods.

Daemon’s hand moved up, cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over her skin as if memorizing her once more. “I swore you’d be mine,” he whispered, voice trembling with both rage and longing. “And now… I don’t know how to let you go again.”

She placed a ghostly hand over his heart, her touch soft but resonant. “You don’t have to,” she whispered, leaning in until her lips met his.

The kiss was electric, a union of fire and ice. His heart thundered as he held her, feeling her presence consume him, grounding him as if she were still alive, warm, and vibrant. Time slowed

each kiss, each caress an echo of the life they’d never had the chance to share. His arms tightened around her as if holding her would anchor her to him, to the world of the living.

When their kiss finally broke, she looked at him, full of sorrow and love. “Daemon,” she whispered, “you must let me rest. But promise me… promise me you will never let him win. Do not let my death be in vain.”

He nodded, his jaw set with grim determination. “I’ll avenge you and make him pay for what he took from us.”

Daemon’s hand slipped from hers as her form began to wane, her eyes glistening with the silent plea she had left him with: Do not let my death be in vain. He watched helplessly as her spirit faded, leaving behind an unbearable emptiness that seemed to deepen the shadows of Harrenhal.

Before the silence could swallow him whole, Alys Rivers stepped closer, her gaze steady and enigmatic. She observed him with the measured patience of one who’d seen such grief many times before, her expression a strange blend of compassion and steel. She placed a hand on his arm, drawing his attention to her, breaking the spell of despair that had settled over him.

“You truly loved her,” Alys said softly, a question and a statement all at once.

Daemon’s eyes blazed as he turned to her. “She was everything.” His voice was a hoarse whisper, stripped bare of his usual pride. “But that is why I will never forgive that serpent, her father. I would see the world burn to have her back.”

Alys gave a slow, deliberate nod, seeming to weigh his words. She stepped around him, the hem of her dark gown whispering over the cold stone. “I can bring her back,” she murmured, each word a tantalizing promise that hung in the air. Her gaze held his, unflinching. “But such magic is costly, Daemon Targaryen. Some forces bind the dead to the afterlife, threads that, once severed, cannot be mended without consequence.”

Daemon’s fists clenched as he took in her words, a muscle in his jaw ticking. “Name the price.”

She studied him for a long moment, and Daemon could feel her searching, reaching into the parts of him that he kept hidden. “You would risk your very soul, your bloodline… even your crown, to bring her back. Once life is restored, it can’t be undone again. She will come back to the world of the living, but such magic leaves scars.” Her voice softened. “And the price would not only be yours to bear. Those who defy death are never left unmarked.”

Daemon let her words sink in, the fire in him dimming with a slow, mounting horror. He could bring her back, but at what cost? Would she return whole, or would she bear some shadow, a remnant of the darkness she’d been drawn from? And yet, could he walk away, knowing this chance existed?

He turned away, his gaze dark as he looked over the desolate hall. “What must I sacrifice, exactly?”

Alys tilted her head, her dark eyes shadowed and knowing. “Your life as you know it, Daemon. Your heart will belong to her… entirely, without room for another. And if you defy the magic or the price of it, her soul will suffer the consequences. The magic demands loyalty, and as such, it would demand yours.”

Daemon’s mind raced, visions of their past together flooding his thoughts. She had been his match in every way—her laughter, her fire, her unyielding spirit, and the fierce, defiant way she’d loved him. He couldn’t count the times he’d dreamt of her, only to wake and remember that she was gone, lost to him by the hand of the one man he’d trusted least.

Alys’s voice was soft as she continued. “You know she saw me as a mother, as a friend. I would never harm her. But bringing her back… it will bind us all together in ways that none of us can predict. The magic is as old as these stones. It cannot be controlled once it begins.”

He met her gaze, his eyes intense, a silent question in them. “You would do this for her?” His voice was softer, guarded. “Even knowing the risk?”

Alys stepped closer, her expression softening with a trace of vulnerability. “For her, yes. She was dear to me, and her loss… it felt as though I’d lost a part of myself.” She hesitated, her gaze drifting as if looking into another world. “But Daemon, you must understand—this will change you. The Daemon Targaryen you know now will not survive unscathed. You might find yourself in conflict with those you once held dear, bound by forces that even you cannot defy.”

Daemon’s gaze darkened. His mind flickered to those he might be forced to forsake: his family, the throne… perhaps even the very kingdom he had once sought to rule. The sacrifices twisted at his mind, a hollow ache forming in his chest. Could he do this, knowing he might become unrecognizable to himself, bound to a fate he couldn’t undo?

And yet, her face lingered in his mind, a flickering light in the shadows.

He closed his eyes, breathing deeply as he let his heart answer before his mind could. When he looked back at Alys, his resolve was clear. “I accept. She was my life—whatever is left of me now is hers.”

Alys regarded him, a small, knowing smile curving her lips. “Very well,” she murmured, a flicker of satisfaction in her gaze. “But remember Daemon, once this path is set in motion, it cannot be reversed. And if the cost becomes too great, the only way to save her will be to destroy yourself.”

Daemon’s eyes flashed with fierce determination. “If that is what’s required, then so be it.”

Alys gave a slight nod, her expression unreadable as she extended her hand toward him. “Then come, Prince Daemon. The ritual begins tonight.”

I love them both

i want a rhaenyra so unhinged in s2 that it's less rhaenyra is 'maegor with tits' and more like maegor was 'rhaenyra with top surgery'

One day we need to have a legitimate discussion on how Jace and Luke weren’t even bullies and how Aegon was Aemonds biggest torturer. And that day is today.

- Alicent herself knew this was true. “You may cuff him about as you wish at home, but in the world we must defend our own” she says after trying to frame Jace and Luke as “savages.”

-Alicent refers to Jace and Luke as Aegons “playthings” in the same scene. What kind of power dynamic do you really think was at play here? Aegon clearly liked to toy with his vastly younger nephews and influenced them.

- Mind you, Jace and Luke were 5-7 years old and NOT aware of the feud that ran in their frayed family. They lack the awareness of characters like Aemond and Aegon who are repeatedly reminded by Alicent that Rhaenyra’s family is a THREAT and that they are bastards who are beneath them in station.

-In contrast, there is not a single scene of Rhaenyra speaking about Aegon, Aemond, or Helaena in derogatory ways to her children. Even in the books, it’s evident that the feud between the children is entirely one-sided with the Greens growing up and *learning* to resent Jace, Luke, and Joff.

-the teasing in and of itself was so mild. What makes Aemond upset is that he doesn’t view Jace and Luke as his equals.

-to Jace and Luke, this was normal teasing. From Aemonds perspective, he’s being emasculated by younger boys who he views as sub-human and unworthy despite having dragons of their own because he’s been TOLD and ASSURED that they’re bastards.

- THIS IS WHY THE TEASING ACTUALLY SETS HIM OFF, NOT THE SEVERITY. Need we be reminded how strongly Aemond feels about “blood purity”? In a show about the Targaryen dynasty, he’s the only character to mention it.

Bonus:

- Aegon hating and wanting to tease Aemond is so on brand for them as characters. Aemond is a momas boy and Aegon is the disappointment. The allure to make his life hell is there.

it makes me laugh when I go on twitter or tiktok and see people complaining that alicent and rhaenyra were the only two posters to be released first because it’s just like….people still don’t want to acknowledge that this is THEIR story at the end of the day. everything in this plot revolves around these two women and their relationship with each other. everyone is simply a side player to their show