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3 - blood of the dragon

“I didn’t know the princesses were so bloodthirsty,” Daemon says. At last, Rhaenyra spares him a look. “Perhaps you don’t know a lot about princesses.” The men howl at her jibe. Daemon chuckles. “I know that princesses enjoy jewels. I see you like my gift.” His gaze is fixed on her throat, where the ruby choker gleams in the sunlight. Rhaenyra lifts her hand and brushes her fingers over the polished rubies. “Very pretty but much overdue if you ask me. You’ve been back for over a fortnight, and only now I receive a gift worthy of a princess. It’s a shame, uncle. Perhaps it’s a matter of age,” she adds just to rile him up. “You’ve been much better at this when you were younger.”

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Alicent VIII

“Is everything alright, Your Grace?” Alerie asks, drawing Alicent’s from the depths of her thoughts. “You seem far away.” The Queen blinks a few times, chasing off her sombre musings. The garden materialises before her eyes - a small table around which Alicent and her ladies are seated, the mountain of cakes and fruits on a silver platter, flagons of wine and pots with herbal infusions. A little off to the side, Aegon plays with Alerie’s and Sybell’s sons while Helaena picks flowers under the watchful eye of Septa Amarys. “Do you need to lie down?” Sybell asks, a worried crease forming between her brows. Alicent reassures her ladies with a smile. “I am well. I simply have a lot on my mind,” she explains, though she does not go into details even when she notices the curious looks on her ladies’ faces. Some secrets are too dangerous to be shared.

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Chapter 26

“My daughter seems quite pleased with that crown you gave her.” Oh, if you’d only knew how much, Daemon thinks. Rhaenyra thanked him profusely for the victor’s laurel, her eager hands and sweet lips showing exactly how grateful she was to be proclaimed the Queen of Love and Beauty. He bites down the smile that rushes to his lips as the memory of their passion-filled hour floods his thoughts. For a moment, he can think of nothing else but Rhaenyra’s scent wrapping him in a hug, her soft sighs brushing against his ear and the touch of her lips on his neck and chest. “Good,” he says when he manages to break through the haze of the memory. “It cost me quite a few bruises to get it for her.” Bruises and cuts that Rhaenyra soothed with her lips and tongue. “You didn’t find someone else whom you’d like to crown? I thought you’d be on the lookout for a new wife.”

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2 - dangerous pleasures

He doesn’t want to waste time, so after luncheon with Viserys, Daemon searches for his niece. The servants in her room direct him to the garden, where the princess holds her court, and with curiosity lacing his step, Daemon follows their instructions. Tucked behind the Throne Room is a small area sectioned off for parties and gatherings that are less formal and don’t require the pomp and gravity of the Iron Throne looming over them. Under the foliage of crimson azaleas and purple-brushed lilacs, a small platform has been erected; during banquets, Viserys and his most honoured guests occupy it, but now, instead of a table, there are benches cushioned with silk pillows, chairs, blankets, and furs. Rhaenyra lounges on a settee, looking like a queen among her subjects.

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1 - danger in the dark

“A princess alone in the dark?” he whispers into her ear, making her shiver. “Are you asking for trouble, sweet niece?” “Are you the trouble you speak of, uncle?” Rhaenyra asks, still not turning to look at him. “Or perhaps you will protect me from the dangers lurking in the dark.” He chuckles huskily. “I am no gallant knight, princess. I thought you would know that by now.” “Should I scream then? Cry for help?” He leans even closer, his warm breath brushing against her bare shoulder. “That depends. Do you want to be rescued, princess?” She spins around and tilts her head to meet her uncle’s gaze. “Perhaps not tonight,” she murmurs, staring deep into his eyes. One corner of Daemon’s lips tugs upwards in a crooked smile. “I thought so,” he says.

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"Princess Rhaenyra poured for her stepmother at the feast, and Queen Alicent kissed her and named her 'daughter.'"

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Rhaenyra XV

A dozen knights and men-at-arms mingle about the stables, preparing the horses and carriage for their trip. With all of their engagements finished, Daemon decided it was now a good time for Rhaenyra to visit the city and start gaining the support of the smallfolk living at the foot of the Red Keep. Rhaenyra has faced many obstacles in recent years. Yet the prospect of spending a day on the streets of King’s Landing makes her the most anxious. She knows little about the common-born people and has no idea what their lives are like, but she’s already aware that many of the smallfolk would prefer to see Aegon on the Iron Throne. In a way, that’s no different from the nobles, who also have been more accepting of a man on the Iron Throne. But with the high lords, Rhaenyra at least has some baseline. She knows what they expect from her and how to speak with them. The smallfolk are a complete mystery to her.

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for my Daemyra stans

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Chapter 25

“I hope you’re not terribly disappointed that you cannot participate in the tourney, Ser Steffon,” Rhaenyra says as they make their way toward the field of pavilions stretching around the tourney grounds. It looks almost like a meadow dotted with vibrant flowers, but instead of pansies, roses, and cornflowers, tents made of colourful silks sprout from the ground. “I had the opportunity to compete in many tourneys, princess, and I am sure there will be many more in my future,” Ser Steffon replies with a small smile. “My duty is to protect the royal family. It comes before personal ambitions and wishes.” “I hope your brothers think the same,” Rhaenyra says, though she had heard that Ser Criston was as saddened by the king’s order as the queen. “Even if this wisdom will dawn on them later on.”

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I find it baffling that some people think he wrote this post without trying to talk to HBO and Ryan Condal first. Same with people who say that Maelor being cut is his only problem with the show. It’s rather obvious that Maelor is only an example he used to present the main issue with the show.

To everyone saying ‘oh George should of solved this behind closed doors’ or ‘oh he should shut up and write winds’

I need you to listen closely. This is obviously his last resort. HBO and Condal have stopped listening to him. This is how he’s keeping influence over HIS work. This is HIS story. He is more than justified to be mad they’re changing it. This is his last attempt to get influence back over his work. He’s showing HBO he won’t be quiet anymore. They can’t walk over him like they did with GOT.

He’s also allowed to work on two things at once.

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The drama behind HoTD and George’s post might be more interesting than Ryan’s fanfic 🫢

Behind-the-scenes horror stories? I want details.

I have no idea what Ryan has planned — if indeed he has planned anything(...)

Wow 💀

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I have no idea what Ryan has planned — if indeed he has planned anything(...)

Wow 💀

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"If the writers of House of The Dragon keep gaslighting the audience into thinking Viserys was anything better than a powerful man who stole a young girls future, dreams and physical body in the quest for a son he will never love, I will riot"

Okay, I have one fundamental question for people who think that if it weren't for Viserys, Alicent would have a "future" - what kind? What kind of future would that be? If someone says "marriage and children of love <3" they're being ridiculous. I know the creators want to show that Alicent is THE victim, the truth is that you can count on the fingers of one hand the women in the world of ASOIAF who were not victims of an arranged marriage.

Alicent was the daughter of the second son, who despite being the Hand of the King (which he lost several times) had no lands or wealth, no army. Everything that belonged to the Hightower family didn't belong to Otto, but to his older brother, who was the Lord of Oldtown. If it weren't for Viserys, Otto would have married her off to some lesser lord... And that was it. There would be no wonderful "future", just the exact same life, but much less comfortable, because it would be hard to find a man who would allow Alicent so much disrespect and do whatever she wanted.

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Yeah, this explains a lot...