#Rheanyra deserves better

[darburrit-o]

Couples things… several men in the books and (many men) IRL put their bastards before their legitimate children to certain degrees of success. It depends entirely on the public perception of the parent and child when determining the success of that move. Fire and Blood mentions, especially early in the dance that Westeros was split, which I can gather means the whole bastard thing isn’t as important to the Common Folk or the lords who back Rheanyra, as it is to the greens (for obvious reasons). But the statement that men almost never put their bastards in the line of succession is factually incorrect irl and in the book. (This is a digression but the difference between an unfavored bastard and a favored bastard often times was the affection or political placement of the parent, by that logic, it would be Very typical for Rheanyra to try to legitimize her children). Also it ignores the presence of legitimized bastards in a society in which infant mortality, death in child birth, etc will make heirs harder to come by, making bastards necessary. Secondly, the consideration of Rheanyras bastards becomes unimportant when we consider a couple outside forces. First, Rheanyra is of royal targaryen blood, IRL and in the book the problem men have with bastards is they aren’t theirs, it’s about the continuation of a blood line. This is why a man’s bastard could be placed in the line of succession and a woman’s bastard wasn’t, the woman’s blood and line were worthless. In Rheanyras case, she is the noble and inheriting blood, meaning it doesn’t matter who the father of her children is, because they all carry the noble blood through her. Adding Targaryen purity just means that Rheanyra is an even better option because Alicents children are less inbred than Rheanyra.

Meaning on the question of do Rheanyras bastards inherit would be complicated, but only because Laenor claimed them as his own, meaning they have legal rights as his legit children even if we the viewers know they are not.

All of this to say, the bastard question doesn’t matter. Rheanyra is the succession in question, who takes the throne, Rheanyra or Aegon? (Whether or not her bastards inherits doesn’t matter cause she has like 10 kids that’s a BONUS in the Middle Ages lol, also half are gonna die before 20 anyways from just the risks of medieval life but I digress) Both are legitimate children of the king, Rheanyra is from the first wife, Targaryen blood on both sides, and was appointed heir by viserys, three points in her favor. Aegon is the first born son, which is one point, but is the strongest point. (The second strongest point is Rheanyra is chosen by the king, which + the first born + established older family = full blown 50/50 civil war)

We the viewers focus on the question of Rheanyras bastards because the show does. The greens rightfully pick that as the weakest link in Rheanyras claim to slander her as many women were and will be slandered. Aegons support comes from his legal rights and the way the people of Westeros look down upon Rheanyras perceived infidelity, not because her bastards somehow take away from her legal right to the throne. Which she has. ALL of viserys children legitimate or not have a claim to the throne, see Maegor, the blackfyre rebellions. Whether or not her children are bastards only effects Their inheritance. (If this were a man the fact that he sired bastards would be a bonus = fertile, masculine, powerful)

So really the whole debate about Rheanyras children is irrelevant because it’s a smear campaign by her political adversaries, and doesn’t have legal bearing on HER inheritance.

And really the whole debate is unneeded because from maegor and the blackfire rebellions we also learn the truth, which is it doesn’t matter who your daddy is, it matters if you can win the war. So inheritance is a scam because if I can force, it I can get it.

I’m ready for season two so people stop discussing misconceptions on the blending of fantasy and medieval inheritance laws which are already The Most Confusing, and instead on what really matters, the horrors of war. In this essay I will-

a thing that i really hate about team black is how they say that we can’t really be mad at Rhaenyra for having three bastard children as a woman, because men have been doing the same thing all the time and no one cared.

But they kinda always forget about a very important detail; Whenever men had bastard children, they pretty much never put them in line for inheritance. They were aware of the fact that some random children they had with some random women are somewhere out there living their lives. And they didn’t care. They didn’t put their lives in danger by saying “oh, yeah, they are my legitimate children” even though the children look nothing like their mother or something. And whenever they *do* have their bastards live with them, they always admit that they are their bastards and never put them higher than legitimate heirs to their house.

Like Ned Stark has always been like “hey, that’s my bastard son, Jon, he is living with us at Winterfell. We raised him, fed him and treated him right, but when it comes to inherit Winterfell, my legitimate son with my wife Caitlyn, Robb, who is the true heir to house Stark, will become the next Lord, not Jon”

Rhaenyra, well, did the exact opposte.

And if you say “oh, but she’s a woman, she can’t do that, since people will get angry if she admitted to having bastard children with a man that is not her husband!” I will say, as a woman myself, no matter how cruel that might sound: that’s Rhaenyra’s problem. She knew damn well that when a man and a woman have sex, it’s the woman that gets pregnant. And if she really wanted to have children, she could’ve had sex with someone that slightly looks like her husband. Like, what the hell did she, a blonde white woman, expect her children to look like, having sex with a dark haired white man?

Because that’s the world she lives in. A cruel and unfair patriarchal world. And she does absolutely fucking NOTHING to change it. She doesn’t fight for women’s rights, doesn’t call out this patriarchy that somewhat caused the war itself, she doesn’t do anything to get rid of it. So that’s on her

[flowerandblood]

Object of Desire (1/3)

[ dark • Aemond x Arryn • widow female ]

[ warnings: dubcon, hate sex, sex content, smut, angst, domination, violence, swearing, humiliation, hard chauvinism ]

[ description: Aemond is forced to marry a widow from House Arryn as part of the alliance and support of his brother in the war against the Black faction. This story is an Anon Request, sorry it took me so long. I know anon wanted it to be a softer and sweeter story, but it didn't fit Aemond's character and what I think would be going on in his head. The female character has a specific eye and hair color. Lots of humiliation, violence and chauvinism. ]

Part 2 − Object of Despair Part 3 − Object of Delight Epilogue

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

My other works: Masterlist

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He thought the greatest humiliation of his life was behind him when he lost an eye, when his brother and nephews gave him a pig instead of a dragon. He thought that now that he was a man, rider of the greatest dragon walking the earth, he would finally get everything he deserved − a wife from a dignified, respected House, and with her an offspring, his inheritance, an extension of his lineage.

He could not hide his expression of disappointment, disgust and bitterness when his mother informed him that instead of one of Lord Baratheon's daughters he would be marrying Lord Arryn's niece − his grandfather, intent on strengthening his brother's position on the throne felt that depriving Rheanyra of the support of the Eyrie, her mother's kin, would greatly weaken her in the ongoing war.

He would have endured this change without a word were it not for one thing.

The woman was a fucking widow.

Already intimate with another man who had taken her maidenhood, she was worn, marked, like an overbitten apple that now someone had to eat to the end to keep it from rotting.

He imagined in the back of his mind how the court, which both feared and mocked him, would spread rumours that the One-Eyed Prince was not only crippled but must marry a woman devoid of value and her greatest virtue, for no other lady would agree to be his wife.

However, he knew what duty was and intended to fulfil it.

Despite his mother's suggestion, he did not want to see her before the nuptial day. He felt that he did not want to further exacerbate her bad enough appearance in his eyes; he feared that she was not only worthless but plain ugly, her mind empty and shallow.

Although the nuptials were to take place in the noble family, knowing that this would not be her first wedding it was decided that the whole ceremony would be modest, only the most loyal lords and relatives who supported their cause were invited.

Looking at his reflection in the mirror in shame and disgust, at his emerald tunic adorned with golden threads swirling in embroidery reminiscent of dragon's heads, he thought it seemed too refined for such an occasion, for such a woman who could offer him nothing.

He knew that there was no fault of hers in her husband's sudden passing from this world, that it was pure politics, but he could not help thinking that it would have been better if she had died with him.

Waiting for her in the Great Sept, he felt nothing − he had not even bestowed a single glance on her when he heard the sound of trumpets, indicating that she and her father had entered the temple and were heading towards him.

As he felt her presence beside him he immediately noticed out of the corner of his eye that she was dressed in a blue gown, flowers of the same colour in her hair − curiosity forced him to at least glance at her and he swallowed loudly as his gaze met her violet eyes.

The colour of the Targaryens.

He froze, feeling his heart suddenly begin to beat faster, unable to look away from her irises, from her long, dark lashes and eyebrows surrounding her eyes like a sky surrounding the sun − unintentionally his gaze studied quickly her entire silhouette and face.

He swallowed with difficulty, turning his head away, realising that her figure was pleasingly girlish, she was young, too young in his eyes to be a widow − her dark hair was tied back, myosotis tucked into her curls at the sides of her head, her gown made of some thin, smooth, shiny material shimmering blue and purple at the same time.

He couldn't focus on what the Septon was saying; he only glanced at her again when Daeron handed him the cloak with which he was to cover her − her gaze fixed on him, her eyebrows arched in sorrow as if she was in pain, her eyes gleaming, slightly reddened, as if she was barely holding back tears.

He felt like asking if she was so disgusted with him, but no sound came out of his mouth.

With a stony face expressing indifference, he threw his cloak embroidered with a three-headed red dragon over her back and then took her hand in his, small and surprisingly smooth.

She didn't look at him when, in a trembling, soft voice, she repeated the words of her vows with him. He tried to remember her doing it for the second time in her life, that she was someone else's, warming someone else's bed, but he couldn't.

She seemed so innocent.

They hadn't exchanged a word during the wedding feast; he watched from the corner of his eye her demeanour, her face − she seemed to him absent, sad, ashamed.

He thought with a squeeze in his throat, filled with jealousy and envy, that she was a beautiful young woman, and someone had her before him.

He took a loud, impatient sip of wine from his cup, its tart, slightly sweet aftertaste spilling over his tongue, dulling his mind.

He felt like his head was going to burst.

They both tried to put it off for as long as they could, however, eventually his mother suggested that his spouse was surely tired and should retire to bed.

He pressed his lips together at her words, rising silently, looking at this strange, frightened girl out of the corner of his eye, her face turned towards him, her eyes open wide in terror.

"Come, wife." He hummed coldly, without emotion and heard her swallow hard − she followed him quietly as he left the hall, heading down the dark torch-lit corridors to his chamber.

He watched indifferently as her servants helped her undress from her beautiful gown, slowly untangling the curls of her hair, one of them wanted to remove the flowers from them, but he protested.

"No. The flowers are to stay. Let at least some semblance of innocence and purity remain." He sneered, saw that the corners of her mouth twitched, her eyebrows arched in pained humiliation.

He cocked his head, intrigued that she endured his words and what was happening with such humility.

He thought that if she behaved like this, perhaps he would take pity on her and actually put his child inside her, so that she could somehow regain her dignity, to be the mother of his heir.

"That's enough." He said at last, when she was left only in her nightgown, from under which he could see the outline of the pleasing shapes of her womanly body, waiting patiently until they were left alone.

She was looking somewhere far away, sad, tired, humiliated, her face, although pale, as if filled with mourning, was smooth and pleasant, the shade of her eyes seemed to him more blue in the firelight.

Proof that they shared ancestors, a common heritage.

For some reason he felt some kind of affection for her at the thought.

He got up from his seat with a loud creak of wood, walking with a slow, lazy step towards her − he saw that she twitched but did not look at him, her lips parted slightly in an accelerated breath, betraying her nervousness.

He walked around her, looking at her as if she were an object, assessing her figure, the shade of her hair, the shape of her face from every angle. She swallowed quietly and lifted her chin, looking at him with some kind of challenge, a decision that she would accept what was about to happen and give him no reason to mock her.

He hummed at the thought, stepping behind her, feeling her flinch all over as she felt his large hands touch her waist and then slide lower, to her womb − he felt surprised, licking his lips with his tongue, that his manhood swelled hard in his breeches when, in some sudden, involuntary reflex, her small hands grabbed his wrists, yet not stopping his movements, just trying to maintain some semblance of control over what was happening.

She let the air out of her lungs nervously, closing her eyes for a moment as his nose sank into her sweet-smelling, smooth hair, his hands stroking her lower abdomen trailing over it in tender, slow movements as if he imagined she was already carrying his child, his reason for being proud and pleased with her.

"This poor man, whose name I can't even remember, died without an heir. Why?" He whispered in her ear, a note of menace in his voice, his fingers digging into the fabric of her nightgown and her stomach, forcing her to take a step back, bumping into his throbbing manhood pushing against her buttocks. He heard her gasp softly, swallowing loudly, her body quivering in his embrace.

"The will of the Gods." She replied softly, her voice melodious, warm, pleasant to his ear. He hummed again, acknowledging her answer, his hands again beginning to stroke her womb in an unhurried, tender gesture.

"Why would I need a wife who won't give me an inheritance? Hm?" He asked in a tone as if he was curious and intrigued − he felt her whole body tense up in fear knowing that he was mocking her.

She drew in air loudly, suddenly tightening her fingers on his arm as his hand slid lower, between her thighs, the tips of his fingers began to brush her there with calm, steady strokes.

His free hand rose higher, to her neck, tightening around it warningly when he felt her buttocks begin to rub against his length, feeling a pleasant wave of heat surge through his spine and lower abdomen. He looked down at his fingers between her thighs, even through the material feeling the moisture leaking through it.

"A wife is a gift. Like a sword, a book or a horse." She cooed softly, responding with a rocking of her hips to the touch of his fingers. He involuntarily chuckled at her words, charmed that she understood exactly his approach, that her mind was not obscured by bottomless female fantasies, but stood in reality.

"Why would I need a chipped sword, an empty book, or a blind horse?" He asked lowly, his hand from her neck moved higher − his fingers cupped her cheeks, forcing her to turn her head towards him, to look at him, her violet eyes misty, bright, beautiful.

She smiled and giggled softly, startling him completely, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"It's amusing to hear you speak about blindness, husband. I hope the lack of your eye doesn't bother you anymore." She whispered with a satisfaction that made him snort in fury − she squealed quietly and closed her eyes as his fingers dug into her cheeks and shook her, as if he wanted her to come to her senses and remember who she was standing in front of.

"You are nothing, whore. Do you understand? Nothing. A worn-out cup to be filled with seed. I don't have an eye, but I do have a fucking dignity that my mother deprived me of by forcing me to marry a creature like you." He hissed, shaking her head violently once in a while, wanting it to get into her little empty head what he had just said.

She looked at him with hatred, her gaze seeming darker, more dangerous to him, her tongue hitting her palate with a quiet click of her saliva as she whispered a single word in his direction.

"Pathetic."

He didn't even know when his hand tightened in her hair, slamming her head against the table that stood in front of them forcing her to lean forward with a violent gesture − she squirmed loudly and cried out, clenching her fingers on the tabletop as she tried to catch her balance − he kicked her ankle with his foot forcing her to spread her thighs wider.

"You like it rough, hm? You find yourself better at being a whore than a wife? Very well then." He growled, his free hand undoing the buckles of his tunic, untying his breeches quickly, releasing his throbbing erection, giving it a few sure squeezes at the base, for some reason what was happening, their quick, rapturous breaths aroused him even more.

"Fucking male pride. Take what you want, you won't break me." She hissed with such hateful envy that he chuckled out loud, somehow impressed by how brazen she was.

"There's a little dragon burning inside you, isn't it? We shall see. I'm a man full of patience." He sneered, lifting her nightgown up in an impatient motion, exposing what was between her thighs, her rosy, puffy folds glistening with her moisture.

She pressed her lips together, struggling to hold back the sound of discomfort as he pushed against her, forcing the fat, pink head of his cock between her tight walls. He sighed heavily, feeling how wonderfully she clenched around him on all sides, hot and surprisingly soft.

"− fuck −" He gasped out, spreading her thighs wider with his leg − she cried out loudly as he sank all the way into her with one sure thrust, her fleshy muscles throbbing againt him in panic.

They both began panting loudly as, in some subconscious, natural reflex, he began to pound into her with the impatient, aggressive stabs of his hips.

"− fucking whore −" He growled angrily, clamping his hand painfully tight on her hair, her mouth parted wide in a helpless moan as he suddenly quickened his pace, looking down, feeling a wonderful thrill of elation at the sight of his manhood opening her slick folds wide again and again with deep, brutal thrusts of his hips.

"− bastard −" She cried out, responding however to the pushes of his hips with a fierceness from which his voice stuck in his throat. He was no longer sure, groaning low with pleasure, feeling the way her walls squeezed him wonderfully, sucking him inside, whether what they were saying was true or just a test of strength and dominance, an attempt to establish who would have the last word.

"− shut the fuck up − to think you still have the strength to babble − shall I put it in your mouth so you'll finally be quiet? −" He snorted through clenched teeth, gripping his free hand over the soft, smooth skin of her firm buttocks, slamming into her like mad.

It seemed to him that they were both moaning and panting too loudly, as if they were in some kind of frenzy, his thighs slapping against her bare skin with a sticky smack again and again, barely sliding out of her.

"− fuck − o-oh fuck, stop −" He gasped out as he felt her muscles suddenly clench greedily against his manhood at his words, intensifying his sensations. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes as he heard sweet, loud moans of fulfillment begin to erupt from her throat, her body trembling all over − she whimpered when he didn't slow down, chasing his own fulfilment.

"− I know − fuck, just a moment longer − shhh −" He hushed her and groaned low, sighing in relief when he felt that wonderful, relaxing feeling, bliss in his mind and whole body, delight as his seed spilled deep inside her, right where it belonged.

His hips rocked inside her a moment longer with her mumble of displeasure, her eyes closed, her breathing ragged, her fingers trailing over the table top as if she couldn't calm down.

"− it's alright − easy − it's alright −" He whispered, panting heavily, stroking her soft hair with slow, tender gesture, her eyebrows arched in pain as she wept loudly, tears one after another began to run down her face.

He wasn't sure if she was crying from relief that she had it behind her or from grief that she had to go through this again.

"− I know − I know −" He hummed, running his fingers over her smooth, dark curls, for some reason feeling the need to reassure her, fulfilled and content after what had happened between them, his half-soft manhood still twitching deep inside her, all slick from their shared moisture.

"− I don't blame you, wife − that man was weak, as was his seed − you will soon bear me a son −"

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[cosmic-walkers]

Enough time has passed for me to say I hate what they did to Baela. I absolutely hated how the majority of her character was just centered around uplifting and existing for Rhaenyra and Jace. Yes, she is Rhaenyra’s step-daughter, yes she is Jace’s fiancé, but she is still her own character. They aren’t her only family.

I get the need to reinforce that she is a Targ, especially with the racism that Bethany herself faced because she was one of the first, canonically Black targ characters we see on screen.

But the need to reduce her character to just, being a cheerleader for Jace and Rhaenyra, and hardly giving her any character conflict outside of her tumultuous relationship with Daemon - which went no where and at the end of the day, centered Rhaenyra and Jace - is upsetting.

The way that she never actually got to mourn for Rhaenys, and when she and Corlys could’ve had a moment to mourn for her together, it was re-routed to her defense of Rhaenyra and how Rhaenys wanted Rhaenyra to be queen. The way she interacted with Corlys, who was grieving his dead wife, you wouldn’t have even thought they were related. There was a coldness to the conversation, she didn’t care that her grandpa, also her blood, was mourning the loss of her grandmother - and the thing is that, this was a perfect time for her to exist outside of Jace and Rhaenyra. This was the perfect time for us to show a more vulnerable side of her, that stemmed from her connection to her mother’s family. 

Do you know how beautiful it would’ve been for Corlys and Baela to mourn together, to have a moment of sadness and tears, to perhaps speak of Rhaenys in ways that didn’t circle back to Rhaenyra? Perhaps they could’ve even had their own private ceremony together. 

But this show is so allergic to making baela a character outside of Jace and Rhaenyra, she isn’t allowed to be vulnerable unless it is tied back to them. And her mother’s family is always written as negative, less desirable part of her heritage - by both the show and fandom. Her cruelness toward her grieving grandfather, the father of her mother, was out of nowhere - and the lack of allowing her to mourn outside of Rheanyra and Jace is just…ugh.

And again, Baela being black also comes into play because it’s quite annoying to me to witness a Black dragon rider for the first time ever, yet her narrative and growth is tied to white characters. And the black characters in the show she is either cold to, distant toward or had absolutely no relationship with. 

Baela deserved better writing. And the exact same can be said about Rhaena, the only good thing about Rhaena tho is that she chose to exist outside of the unfair expectations Rhaenyra put upon her at the very end.

[persephryne]

Making Aegon a rapist was straight up bad and lazy writing.

Let me elaborate.

In the show, the first thing we learn about Aegon as an adult is that he is a rapist. We haven’t seen him yet but still we already know that he is an horrible despicable rapist, especially since Dyana is so young, which pretty much makes him a pedophile too. How could anyone root for a man like that ? And that’s where the problem begins.

Rhaenyra had already been established many times as the rightful heir to the throne in season 1. It has been made obvious that she would make a decent Queen too. In the meantime, it had already been shown that Aegon is not even a good person. He’s selfish, inconsiderate, a bully, and does not act like a prince at all. To put it plainly, he sucks big time and we as viewers already know it. Add what we saw in season 2, how reckless he gets, how he’s an alcoholic immature asshole, how he obviously knows nothing about strategics nor how to rule efficiently, or even how bad he is at high valyrian, and you can’t have anyone tell you in good faith that he would’ve been a better ruler than Rhaenyra.

However, had Aegon not been made a rapist, you would still feel for him even though he is not cut out to rule. Because he knows it too and tried to escape it and he was forced to attend his own coronation . Because this crown that he did not want does not fit him, even though he really tries to show that he is not as worthless as everyone seems to think and he just keeps failing. You would feel for him because the war ,that he has started when he was made an usurper by the people around him, has cost him his son’s life. Because the brother, who is partially responsible for his son’s death has now betrayed him and tried to kill him with dragonfire. Because the injuries he suffered make him look more and more like his father who never cared for him, never loved him and that he definitely hates. Which also probably why he tries so hard to make his mother proud of him and love him but he can’t and his main attempt has left him half-dead, half-burn. Not only that but his dragon, with whom he has the strongest bond known in Targaryen’s, history probably died during this futile attempt to prove himself. The only thing about his Targaryen’s heritage that he seems to care about has been destroyed all because he wanted to prove himself. Because he truly resents his Targaryen’s, his father’s heritage, it’s obvious, just as it is obvious that he didn’t want to marry his own sister but was forced to. It’s completely legitimate of him to want to distance himself as much as possible from everything that is Targaryen related. He is indeed more of an Hightower than a Targaryen, but can you really blame him for that ? Would you not try to fit somewhere else too, if you were in his place ? It’s all absolutely and undeniably tragic.

I wholeheartdely believe that, even if you would’ve root for Rheanyra to be Queen, you woud’ve probably still thought that Aegon, as bad as he is, did not deserves this much pain.

But because he is a rapist, well, he honestly does.

By not trusting the audience to see that Aegon is not a good person, nor a good a king, without having him comitting a literal crime, by making Aegon a rapist, the writers have annihilated any possibilities for an internal conflict regarding Aegon and Rhaenyra. The whole concept of « teams » just goes down the drain because of this lazy, manichaean, writing. And that, my friends, is bad writing at its peak.

[mythicmanuscripts]

DAEMYRA X READER THOUGHTS

So, one of the reasons why I made this blog is because of a little plot bunny that I have not been able to get to leave my head so I figured I'll share it with you all! Here are my thoughts about being in a poly relationship with both Daemon and Rhaenyra. These thoughts will include NSFW thoughts. It is dom!reader with switch!rheanyra and switch!daemon.

If you like what you see, feel free to take a look around my blog!

Both Daemon and Rhaenyra wanted you long before they ever made a move. Once their marriage was official, it didnt take them long to begin fantasising about you. Daemon saw the way Rhaenyra looked at you and so naturally the next time they were fucking, he started talking about you and from there, mentioning you while they were together was commonplace.

You'd first kiss Rhaenyra. It happens one night, the two of you sitting by the fire and talking, Rhaenyra complaining about her small council and about feeling disrespected by many of them. At some point the topic of Daemon came up, and how Rhaenyra honestly didnt even know when he was going to show up again. You promised her that she'd never have to deal with that with you, and that she deserved better.

And then suddenly you two are kissing and the next thing you know, you're in her private chambers, your head between her thighs. She tells you how her and Daemin have fantasised about you, how Daemon will be so jealous to hear that she got to have you first.

When Daemon does return, he very nearly combusts when he finds you and Rhaenyra curled up together on their bed. Needless to say, he jumps right in.

The funny thing is that your dynamic with Daemon couldnt be more different than your dynamic with Rhaenyra. With Rhaenyra, you're gentle and soft. Yes you are very much the dom, but she is your queen, you look after her, ensure she doesn't have to make a single decision from the moment she retires to her bed for the evening.

Meanwhile with Daemon you are so harsh. Daemon needs a heavy hand, and he will brat and fight and disobey until he gets the level of punishment and attention that he desires. You drag him by his hair to bed, spank and scratch him, edge him until he's sobbing.

And to everyone's delight, Daemon is actually significantly less of a cunt when he's regularly getting absolutely wrecked by you.

One of your favourite things to do is to tie Daemon to a chair facing the bed and then just absolutely worship Rhaenyra. Daemon can't do a thing but watch. He always starts out stubborn, but before long he's shaking and whining begging for anything, even just for you to free one of hands so he can touch himself.

Another favourite is to get Daemon on his knees with his hands tied behind his back and then make him give you or Rhaenyra head like that. He's not allowed to use his hands at all, and he's not allowed to stop until you tell him to. Sometimes if you're feeling particularly cruel, you'll make him eat Rhaenyra out like that while you edge him. He's not allowed to cum until he's made Rhaenyra cum twice.

Daemon will dom Rhaenyra on his own when it’s just the two of them, but funnily enough the moment you’re in the mix he stops wanting to be the dom? It’s like you walk into the room and instantly Daemon turns into a pouty little brat that you have to teach a lesson. Rhaenyra finds this change equal parts hot and hilarious.

Speaking of Daemon being well… Daemon, Rhaenyra will often send you to go fetch Daemon from whichever castle he’s wondering around in and bring him back.

However these trips aren’t just you finding daemon and dragging him back to dragon stone by his ear (though that is definitely part of it), it’s also you punishing the ever loving fuck out of that idiot. He gets spanked and edged and degraded, all the rough treatment he loves.

And so by the time you reach dragon stone, Daemon is no longer all smug and confident but instead will just fall to his knees in front of Rhaenyra and beg her to forgive him. He always says he’ll never do it again and he always does it again within a fortnight.

Oh and lastly, when Jace found out of this he kinda just sighed and said “Oh great, I have another parent.”

[sapphire-writes]

Hi! Could I request Aegon Targaryen x reader

Yn is his sister wife and Helena’s twin and she see vision and also dreamy like her twin but more self aware. And she saw when Aemond got his eye cut out and when Deamon and Rhaenyra had s*x after Laena’s funeral. So during the last supper (Also If you could can you add Rhaenys to the dinner) after Helena’s toast yn makes her toast and she tells everyone the truth on what happened the night Aemond lost his eye and tells them what she saw Rhaenyra and Daemon doing and just goes off on them. Then the kids reaction to the Rhae and daemon is disgust and anger on how they would do that to there mother. You could add or just adjusted to your liking. Thank you. X

The Dreamer's Toast

pairing: Aegon x Sister!Wife!Reader word count: 0.6k warnings: reader is Aegon's sister wife, language note: Hope you enjoy 💚 masterlist

“I should like to make a toast,” you said, rising from the table, goblet held up towards the air. You could not help yourself at the sight of your half-sister Rheanyra sitting next to Daemon. Princess Rhaenys sat to your right, glancing at you as you stood. It was the first time you spoke all evening. 

Your sister Helaena gazed up at you, sensing her twin’s fury. You sisters were quite alike. Both of you dreamers, doomed to be underestimated by the members of your family. 

But not tonight. 

You could no longer hold in the secret you kept since that fateful night on Driftmark. When you dreamt of your sweet half-sister Rhaenyra during the night, watching as she kissed and caressed Daemon Targaryen. The dream was ripped from your mind as your vision filled with blood, and you had awoken screaming.

“A toast to my sister, Rhaenyra,” you say, giving her a tight smile, “and her new husband, Daemon.”

Daemon’s eyes meet yours.

Say it. He had said in the throne room before slicing Vaemond Velaryon’s head from his shoulders. Would he do the same to you? 

“That is one thing about my sister,” you continue, “ever the devoted lover. Even when her kin’s blood spills to the floor.”

“Y/N-” your mother Alicent hisses, but you ignore her. 

“Did you feel it in your bones, sister?” you seethe, knuckles turning white as you grip the glass, “when our brother lost an eye. When your son maimed him?” 

Aegon giggles from his seat, eyes wide at the sight before him. He feels sometimes that he is the only one who truly sees the fire within you. Aemond’s eye watches you carefully. The only one who demands justice on his behalf besides your mother. 

“I did,” you continue, words coming out more in a growl, “I felt our brother’s pain, while you were too drunk on your uncle’s cock.”

The room is deathly silent. 

“What?” 

Baela is the first to speak. Her eyebrows knit together as she looks at Daemon and Rhaenyra. 

“Is it true?” Baela demands. Rhaenyra opens her mouth to speak, but Baela continues.

“Our mother was barely laid to rest. Your wife,” she snaps, head turning to her father. Daemon’s glare is murderous and aimed directly at you. 

You tilt your chin, bringing your cup to your lips. Alicent stands.

“Cousin-” Rhaenyra says, looking towards Rhaenys. Princess Rhaenys scoffs, holding her hand out to silence Rhaenyra. 

“Y/N, why would you say such things in front of all these people?” she whispers, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. 

“She was merely defending her family mother,” Aemond says, immediately coming to your aid. 

“Speaking the truth,” Rhaenys says, rising from her chair. She glares at Rhaenyra. 

“All this time, I have stood by you,” she seethes, “both of you.” 

Daemon has not removed his eyes from you. You do not waver under his stare. 

“My children deserved better,” Rhaenys said, “as do my grandchildren.” 

She moves to put her hands on Baela and Rhaena’s shoulders. 

“The girls shall return with me to Driftmark,” Rhaenys says. Jace and Luke are sitting silently, in utter disbelief, their faces painted.  

Rhaenrya looks at you, eyes full of tears. 

“Why?” she spits.

“You think of no one but yourself,” you hiss at her, “mother was right about you. Everyone around you is trampled under your pretty foot.”

Alicent glances at Rhaenyra, a pained expression on her face. 

“I am done being stepped on,” you tell her, eyes moving to Daemon. The Rogue Prince sits silently, most likely planning your demise. 

“Well done, my wife,” Aegon says, rising from his chair. He clinks his goblet against yours giving you a loving smile, as though blissfully unaware of the tension in the room. 

“A marvelous toast.”

[alexagirlie]

The Dreaming Queen

The sweetest Targaryen who deserved better then she got. Helaena Targaryen. Next will be Rheanyra ((edit Completed HERE))

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Dethrone - Chapter 6

Warnings: I guess like pg-13 with an intense makeout, probably a swear word somewhere Authors Note: rhaenyra deserves better, this is basically just plotting and manipulating and setting up for the story to progress, ps next chapter will have some smut bc bffr this man is too fine not to Word Count: 2.7k

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I wake up to the sun peaking through the curtains. I stretch out and frown when I don’t feel Aemond. I see a note scribbled out and left on the table. I walk over to it and scan over it.

“My love, I’m off to train for the morning. I’ve had a dress brought up for you. Should you need anything just ask the guard or come to the yard and get me. -Aemond.”

I look around his chambers and see a dress spread across one of his chairs. It’s a soft blue dress with tons of white embroidery and gem details. I slip the dress on and walk over to his vanity to try and tame my hair.

Once I’m ready I walk to the door and place my ear to it to see if I can hear anyone outside. I’m greeted with silence so I quickly open the door and slip out. I get lost a couple of times trying to find the training yard but I’m not in a rush and I’m happy to explore and take in the architectural beauty that is the Red Keep. I finally find the main hall and doors and make my exit to search for the training yard.

When I see his silver hair flowing around him as he trains I can’t help but to smile. How could this beautiful man ever think so lowly of himself. I stand back in the crowd and admire him. When he finally turns towards me I see his face light up. He pushes the man he was fighting to the ground and walks over to me.

“Hello my love.” he coos pulling me into a hug.

“Hi.” I say shyly looking up to him.

“Did you sleep well?” he smiles down to me warmly stroking my cheek.

“Mm I did.” I hum closing my eyes.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Jace shouts pulling us out of our bubble.

“None of your business.” I say turning towards him.

“Daemon has been looking for you.” he says glaring at me and then to Aemond.

“I’m sure he has.” I bitterly laugh.

“Are you just going to spend all your time here with him?” Jace spits with disgust.

“Why don’t you go with Jace and I’ll come find you later.” Aemond says softly in my ear making turn towards him.

“I’m scared they won’t let me see you again if I leave you now.” I whisper.

“I promise you’ll see me again.” he says tenderly grabbing my hand.

“I better. Or I’ll come find you.” I say furrowing my eyebrows.

“Go on.” he says sweetly kissing my hand.

“I’m still here.” Jace says annoyed.

“Yeah I’m coming.” I roll my eyes and walk over to Jace.

We walk silently out of the training yard and I can’t feel the tension around us. My mind is racing as to what my father has told everyone. Surely he hasn’t told them the truth.

“So what the fuck happened last night??” Jace questions once were out of ear shot of the people in the yard.

“What do you mean?” I ask trying to avoid this conversation but gain information about what my father has said.

“I overheard Daemon yelling about you to my mother.” he says side eyeing me.

“And what did you hear exactly?” I pry for more information.

“I just heard something about you and Aemond and the street of silk.” he raises his eyebrow.

“That’s it?” I ask.

I wonder what Daemon has told Rheanyra. I doubt he told her about his whore. I know he wouldn’t miss an opportunity to make himself seem like the bigger person. Clearly he hasn’t told everyone the exact story if Jace is here asking me about it.

“They won’t tell us. We’ve been trying to find you all morning.” he says slowing his pace as Daemon and Rheanyra come into view.

“Well, let’s go see what I did.” I groan as we get closer to them.

Once we make our way over to them I stand there waiting for the yelling to begin. Daemons neck is slightly red around his cut. He looks at me curiously and I can’t figure out the emotion behind his eyes. Rheanyra stands at his side with her hands folded in front of her.

“Where have you been daughter?” Daemon says reaching for my hand which I quickly place behind my back avoiding his touch.

“What happened to your neck father?” the word feels like venom on my tongue as I raise my eyebrows staring at his neck.

We stare at each other waiting to see who will speak first. I see a smirk tugging on the ends of his mouth. I stand up straight and hold my ground never breaking eye contact. We stare at each other in a stand off, neither of us willing to back down.

“Your father got into a scuffle with some men in the streets looking for you last night. We should all be grateful he got away with just a cut.” Rheanyra rips through our silence making Daemon break the eye contact first.

“Gods be great. My hero.” my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Did he really paint himself as the hero? Off looking for me and just ran into some trouble. How can he just lie to Rheanyra like that? She’s never been anything but kind to me and she deserves to know.

“What’s wrong with you?” Jace asks giving me a sideways look.

“Enough.” Rheanyra says sternly stepping between us. “I have no idea what is going on with you two, but we will deal with this in private. Let’s go. Now.” she says intensely staring at me and then to Daemon.

Rheanyra brushes past Daemon and we all begin to follow her. We follow her up to her and Daemons chambers and all find places to sit in the sitting room. Daemon has an air of arrogance that enrages me that he thinks he’ll get away with betraying Rheanrya.

“The rest of you off to Jaces chambers. We would like to speak to Viktorya alone.” Rheanyra says to the other children and they all start to file out.

“So what’s the story then?” I ask raising an eyebrow lounging further back into the couch.

“There is no story to be told besides yours. I spent all night worried sick looking for you.” Daemon says his gaze burning into mine.

I sit there for a moment and think. If I think this through quickly I can use this to my advantage. I can use the truth for a more ideal time. If I cover for my father now I can use him to start a public courtship with Aemond. By having my father support us will allow others to agree and will complete the first step on our path to the throne.

“I will admit to going out and spending the night with my cousins. I’m sorry if I’ve let you guys down. I just wanted to have a care free night and I ended up falling asleep on Aemonds couch.” I say sounding apologetic and avoiding eye contact.

When I look up I catch my father’s eye and see him slightly raise his eyebrow curiously. I slightly nod my head and then turn to Rhaenyra with remorse. My sadness for Rhaenyra is genuine and I wish she was with anyone other than my pig of a father. She looks worried of the news that I spent time with her half brothers.

“Did they do anything you didn’t want or did they bring you any harm?” Rheanyra asks looking concerned more than anything.

“No. They were perfect gentlemen and took care of me all night.” I speak truthfully of Aemond at least.

“I would be lying if I said I’m not surprised.” Rhaenyra says relieved in that sense.

“We must be careful and thoughtful of our actions. We don’t need anymore court drama than necessary. No more sleepovers in others chambers and no more rumors of being spotted in flea bottom, let alone the street of silk.” Daemon says finishing up the fake parental scolding.

“Understood father. May I go to my chambers?” I ask trying to sound like a dutiful daughter and not roll my eyes.

“Of course, I’ll check on you later.” he says holding my gaze for a moment.

I quickly make it back to my chambers and shut the door behind me. I let out a huge breath. My mind is racing with the decision I just made. I feel terrible that I lied to Rhaenyra, but so did Daemon.

I glide over to my balcony seeking fresh air and jump back when I see Aemond looking on at the city. He turns around on my approach and breaks out into a smile.

“How did everything go?” he asks pulling me into a hug. He listens intently as I tell him of everything that happened. “So what is the favor you’re seeking from Daemon?” he asks pulling back to look at me curiously.

“An opportunity to start paving our way. For me and you to have a chance.” I blush looking down.

“What do you mean?” Aemond asks softly tilting my chin up with his hand.

“To have him support our courtship. If that’s what you were to want? I don’t even know if that’s what you truly want, we haven’t fully discussed it. I just put everything on the line. Maybe I’m being too pushy-“ I ramble on and he cuts me off with a fierce kiss.

He pulls me impossibly closer and all my worry and doubt melts away. He guides me back into my chambers slowly so we’re not on display on the balcony. He pulls back and we’re both breathless.

“You would lie and deceive if it means being with me?” he asks looking down at me completely blown away.

“I have and I will again if I must.” I respond cupping his jaw affectionately.

“No one has ever acted so selflessly for me before, my love.” he looks at me softly leaning into my hand.

“He’s coming to my chambers later and we will discuss the future from here. I want you to be here too if that’s okay.” I ask not wanting to sound needy.

“Of course I will be here, you’re doing this for us.” Aemond says with a gentle smile.

“Thank you for this dress. I think it’s quite beautiful and it’s one of my favorite colors. It reminds me of a clear sky.” I say playing with the skirt of my dress.

“You are absolutely breathtaking.” he hums pushing me back so he can fully admire me.

He grabs my hand and slowly spins me around and I give him a lazy smile. Being with Aemond is so calm I feel like I can truly just be. He pulls me back to him and places a quick kiss on my lips that has me chasing him for more. He chuckles and captures my lips once more. We fall back onto the couch and into a daze of kisses and mingled breaths. Time doesn’t seem to exist as we get lost in each other.

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We spent most of the day lounging around my chambers having snacks and drinks brought to us. We discuss potential ways we can start making moves to get closer to the throne. A knock at the door has us pausing our conversation.

“Who is it?” I sit up annoyed.

“Your father wanting to check up on you.” Daemon says too sweetly through the door.

“One moment.” I call back as Aemond goes to open the door for him.

“Come in.” Aemond says opening the door just wide enough for Daemon to enter.

“Viktorya you’re more like me than either of us cares to admit.” Daemon chuckles closing the door behind him.

“You only said I couldn’t sleep in others chambers. Not that I couldn’t have guests.” I say matter of factly as I continue lounging on the couch not bothering to get up.

“My point.” Daemon says as he takes a seat in one of the chairs and props his legs up on the table. “So what is it that you want?” he looks from me to Aemond.

“I would like your support for mine and Aemonds courtship.” I state firmly. My father looks at me deep in thought. He glances between the both of us accessing and calculating. He breathes out a deep breath and looks to us, it seems he’s comes to a conclusion.

“I can giving you my blessing for the courtship and I will allow you to reside in Kings Landing.” he decides. “It’s going to take some time for me to talk to the boys and for them to process and understand. I think in the long run your relationship will prove useful.” he says the last part more to himself than us.

I quite like the idea of living in Kings Landing for while. I don’t really understand what he meant about our courtship being “useful” but I’m glad we have his support. I want to get Vaelys and my things as soon as possible so I can settle into my new life. Kings Landing will offer me a new start and more places to see.

“Aemond will fly me to Dragonstone tomorrow and we shall return before court is held at the end of the week. I expect you to have the conversations and make the announcements by the time we return or I tell Rhaenyra the truth.” I say with no room to budge.

“As you wish.” Daemon rolls his eyes and gets up to leave. “Hopefully we can make this beneficial for everyone.” he tosses over his shoulder before closing the door.

“I think that went well.” I look at Aemond as he walks over to me on the couch.

“I’m pleased to have you all to myself in Kings Landing.” he says pulling me up to him. “I get to show you all new places,” he smirks. “and pleasures.” he adds bringing his mouth to my neck.

I gasp in surprise and expose more of my neck to him. He continues his journey up to my jaw and slowly makes his way back to my lips. He walks us backwards and we descend into a chair. He lifts me so I’m straddling him and pulls back breathlessly with a blown pupil.

I slowly remove his eyepatch and discard it next to us and absentmindedly clench my thighs around him. He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and roughly pulls me into a kiss. This isn’t like the passionate, slow kisses we’ve shared before. Our teeth clash and his catch my bottom lip causing me to cry out.

He releases my lip and reclaims them once more. His other arm wraps around my waist and pulls me closer. I hear him let out a strangled grunt when I accidentally grind against him.

“Fuck Princess,” his voice is wrecked as his other hand flies to my waist to still me.

“I’m sorry,” I pant. “It just felt so good I didn’t mean-“ he cuts me off with another kiss.

“Do not apologize.” he whispers between kisses slowly detaching us making me whine. “As much as I would love for us to continue, I think we should get ready for bed.” he says walking over to my wardrobe.

Aemond grabs out a sleep dress for me and excuses himself to my bathing chamber while I change. He comes out without a shirt and wearing sleep pants. He helps me into bed and slips in next to me.

“Sleep well my love.” Aemond says pulling me to his chest and kissing my forehead.

[batsandflowers]

I have been wondering when, or IF I should post this, but I LOVE this season of HotD because it had finally been hitting on what I had been saying before about this show which is that both of these sides would have this world burned before giving up power.

I'm gonna hit on three characters to discuss this which are Rhreayra, Daemon, and Cole to discuss this. Rhneayra from the start had always cared more for the throne than anything bar her children and has shown time and again willingness to sacrifice others for it. I could go on about white feminism and it's complicity in white supremacy which she is one of the many perfect examples in but I will save that for another day.

BUT I will bring it up in her relationship I'm everyone's favorite groomer, police officer, eugencists, and supremacist Daemon! Literal piece of shit since day one and yall ate that up. My god this man has committed more crimes than Cole could have even attempted and yall would defend his ass. The white boi is the perfect example of entitlement and white supremacy. He demand all and sees himself as above all, not recognizing his power lies in his fuckin dragons, not his lame ass. But that's the whole point if the Targaryens (and arguably all the houses) which I feel people forget. If you like them as villians and characters that's GOOD. I agree! Fantastic characters for telling a story. But they aren't one of us and you CERTAINLY aren't one of them and that begs reminding considering the character that I will talk about next.

Cole... Bro got more hate than deserved for people about as dorky as half the people I'm forced to interact with in reality. Maybe it's because of how closer he is to a normal person or maybe it's because he's not white (probably both) but he got a lot more hate than he deserved. Especially considering that people were actively harassing his real life actor. His relationship with Rheanyra falling apart and his subsequent reaction to the Battle at Rooks Nest is what would happen to any and all members of the audience thinking that "Maybe IM the main character". Nahhhhhh. Rejection and PTSD is the only thing you're getting. And he is REALIZING THIS (CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT)

It's not just Rheanyra. This whole shit is fucked and if you want to live long enough not to be ashes then you better not get main character syndrome.

Anyways hopefully I'll actually post more about this cuz it's fun and I love ASOIAF.

[darkestspring]

Its not just the blood that upsets Rheanyra, Jace and Luke. Its upon further inspection, they notice claw marks on the table, where she had dug her nails into the painted table as Aemond took her.

some of the paint chipped off under the pressure of her nails digging into them, rhaenyra notices them first and fights the sob that tries to leave her through. her beloved girl, her daughter. how much you must have suffered, she knows that and rage ignites in her again.

jace notices it second and ushers luke out of the room before he can notice anything but the blood. jace doesn't want him to see the nails marks, the clawed lines and the chipped paint. the second luke is out of sight, he almost collapses. you've always been his better half, the sweetest girl. you didn't deserve this. you deserved so much better than all of this. words cannot describe the horror that jace and rhaenyra feel.

nor can they describe how alicent feels when she receives word of what has happened. how aemond took his niece's virtue and left blood smeared and all over the floors as well as claw marks from her struggles before tearing her away from dragonstone and secluding her to harrenhal. the only word she received is that he finally claimed his bride.

even aegon is horrified at the news and that says a lot.

[applepie2523]

I will always dislike viserys both Alicent, Rheanyra, and their kids deserve better than him.

Rhaenyra getting more shit for staying on Dragonstone instead of in King's Landing to play the political game or whatever than Viserys gets for recalling Otto as Hand, thus pretty much handing power to the faction he knows to be his heir's political opponents and metaphorically shooting Rhaenyra in the political kneecaps, is one of the most Takes in a fandom full of Takes

[themo-themo]

So Rheanyra and Laenor really went

"I'm going to step it up. You deserve better. Our children deserve better. You're in pain and I wasn't there for you enough. I'm done being a slut and playing a knight. I'm going to be the best stay at home dad and be there for you all when you need me-"

"What if you didn't have to though?"

"Oh THANK GODS." *starts packing his bags*

[sweetestpopcorn]

In your previous anon answer, you said that Daemon eventually would have disposed off the Velaryon prince's to make way for his sons.

His daughters were betrothed to 2 of the prince's. Surely he would be somewhat satisfied with having his daughter as queen.

As for the while blood and cheese incident, I do think Daemon was the brains behind it while rheanyra maybe sort of knew very vague details, such as you'll get revenge, the Greens will pay etc.

When I first read the blood and cheese part, my first thought was Good Riddance Cold I know. But this was war in those times, they weren't going to hug the Greens and wear each other's colours to settle all grudges. And even today, where I live, brutal and cruel events occur. It was not fair to Helena or her children bit Aegon/ Alicent deserved it a hundred times over

Hi there 🤗

Answering your question, before Laena died and while Daemon was married to her - and very far from ever having a chance at the throne himself - I do think he had come to accept that having Baela be queen was as good as it would get for him. Now was this all he wanted? In my personal opinion, and from what we see of Daemon, I am inclined to say he would like a little more.

He had been able to get closer to Rhaenyra again, and I think it's very likely he would want some place at her council in the future, maybe even as her Hand making himself the second most powerful person in the kingdoms after her. And... who knows getting even closer to Rhaenyra as well so he could better control her, since from the start Daemon was very set on being the only man in her life, showing this again and again. My guess would be that after he secured himself a legitimate son, that he could very well take Harwin Strong's place as her lover, again to have a better hold on her. He knew his place by her side was dependent on her affections for him. But this is my personal opinion.

But! Y'all knew that but was coming.

But Laena died... and then Laenor was killed likely by Daemon's orders died... and then all of a sudden he was free and she was free, and boy oh boy (!) did no one waste any time to get into bed, make a baby, and get married, all the while giving 0 f_cks about the memory of their spouses! Laen who?

120 AC for Daemon and Rhaenyra in a nutshell:

Bottom line is that suddenly Daemon's situation changed dramatically. He was now no longer only the father of the girl who was set to marry the next heir. He was the husband of the Queen to be, the Prince Consort in the making, and he had two major table turners under his belt - two sons, Aegon and Viserys, who unlike their brothers, did not have their legitimacy questioned by anyone.

So now, best case scenario, he wouldn't just be the father to possibly the next queen and maybe a member of the Small Council; he would be Prince Consort and could very well have his sons as the next heirs to the Iron Throne. Just one tiny thing between the latter: the "Velaryon" princes.

As Prince Consort with his sons as the next kings to be, Daemon would have everything he always wanted. He would be king in all but name, and it would be his line on the Iron Throne, and importantly here, his line through a male heir - which I don't think I need to explain why in asoiaf terms is better than through a female heir. More weight was placed on sons than daughters and on this regard Daemon was no exception.

Why would he give up this opportunity? Especially because he could just marry his daughters to his sons, they only had 4 and 6 years between them 🤷‍♀️

All in all, why be "somewhat satisfied" when you can be completely satisfied? And it’s Daemon we are talking about - anyway this is just my view on the topic ;)

Still about the “a son for a son” incident I mean XD I can’t blame you. For the most part I just cannot for the life of me bring myself to care for the Greens. Yes the rational, objective part of me understands that it was wrong, but the petty emotional part of me is like “Who cares?!”. Yes I know I am going to hell. At least it’s warm there.

Also, so sorry Anon you live in such a place :( you spoke no lie, however. The world is filled with brutal and cruel events. I hope you are safe and that your situation can improve soon ❤

In a lighter mood - and to end this on a positive note - f_cking hell was Daemon bending over backwards for Rhaenyra! This dude was deepthroating her on the regular ever since she was a child! She got gifts, all of the attention, he was willing to kill to marry her (maybe even to get rid of the competition), he killed for her... no wonder she was all “My prince” this “my prince” that. Girl same! Same! - I’m kidding.

All the best to you, Anon 🥰😘

[efaistina-da-gama]

A time for wolfs or the Hour of the wolf 2.0 (hope for Jonsa?)

 Ok, this is time to make clear my thought and hopes for tonight episode.

It might to be said, after last episode WE need more unexpected twists. Dany turning mad last episode indeed was the mayor twist for the general audience (not for Jonsa fans... I know I’m giggling now)

But what is next, what remains to tell in this episode? How D&D could surprise and create new contrasting feelings in the GA?

Easy to say, if you have read the books, specially the last one of GRRM: Fire and Blood. 

As most of the fans known in the past of the SK there was a civil war called the Drance of Dragons. A war of succession between Aegon II and his half-sister Rheanyra. (I know that most of the youtubers belives wrongly that the dance of dragons is an actual fight between dragons and don’t understand the metaphorical sense).  But, to be honest I’m not here now to remember the Dance of Dragons, but what happens immediately next: The Hour of the wolf. 

An hour of chaos in witch Cregan Stark made justice, when he arrives in KL he found Aegon II poisoned, made arrested 22 mans, 19 of them agreed to joins the NW. He was hand of the king only for a day, and after then he comes back to Winterfell with a new wife: Alysanne Blackwood, which agreed to marry Lord Stark in order to spare Lord Velaryon from the trial.

Now what’s next then with Game of Thrones tonight? 

Well I think that tonight episode will be The Hour of the Wolf 2.0. It’s a time for wolfs, and everyone must to have his bite!

In this time of chaos every series of events is happening, all at once.  Everything that happens will be something that you have seen before.

The hour of the wolf is coming again.

Now I want to look quickly to the leaks that are around in Freefolk and others media, and a want to say that all of them in that moments of chaos made sense.

If we do a quick parallel to the hour of the wolf 1.0 

1 . Tyrion tryal will be avoided or he will be spared as Lord Velaryion. 2. Bran can became HK or the King himself for a day, as cregan. 3. I still no understand why Grey Worm must to be in that council, but if Deanerys would die it’s quite normal, she was his Queen after all. Remember?  every series of events is happeing, all at once.

Now I will enter the word of my deepest dreams and hopes for tonight episode. A realm made of IF and hypothetical events based in the Hour of the wolf 1.0

What IF... Deanerys would be poisoned by the little bird of Varys? 

I Know that it will be anticlimactic.The GA would be angry and disappointed. It will made no sense for the GA that is now thinking that it would be Jon. But think about that, in the previous HoW (Hour of the Wolfs), Aegon II was poisoned just before Cregan arrival and when he has already surrender.

As we saw last episode Varys was trying to poison Dany, and in the moment they came for him he spoil himself from his rings and lef them so the little bird can take them has her reward. (I must to say that to IF I’m right indirectly is Sansa that is killing Deanerys, and if I’m right I will do another post about this).

It will be a inglorious death and so sweet in the satisfaction!

I know, must people will say that she doesn’t deserved that, or may be that she deserved worst... but to be honest, NO villain need of a glorious death or by the hand the man she loves so she can became some minstrel song.

Remember? All kind of events is happening all at once! And the time for the wolves to rise has came.

So what IF... Jon Snow finally reveals himself has a NOT so much honorable man, a man that can lie in order of keep safe is family? This will be the second biggest twist of tonight episode, something that Jonsas are saying since last season, but that the GA seems determined to ignoring. Because: cam’on Jon can’t do that! 

Does he can’t? Jon Snow the fool maybe, King Jon CAN.

Yes, because it may to be said, Jon the bastard son of Ned Stark is the one that doesn’t fell worthy enough to be King, the one that never allowed him to have such ambitions, the one that need Sansa approval. 

But as Sam told to him : he is the bloody King of the SK, he always has been!

As King in the North he knows that he needed to be smarter than Robb and Ned Stark, he needed also to be less proud than Mance Ryder.  In his woes has a member of the NW he has found himself last season, ironically enough those woes are exactly what made of him the better King. A King that fight for the livings. 

As I said, GA will be so pissed when they will discover pol!Jon. But not as pissed has what’s next.

So what IF... Sansa and Jon will get married after this HoW? After the trial Cregan toke Alysanne has is wife for politicals reasons.

So a marriage between Jon and Sansa is still possible. This is the third twist of tonight episode. A twist that the GA will be pissed of. A twist that maybe his not so shocking than the others, but that will left the GA really surprising. And that is why:

1. Sansa is a character that most of the audience doesn’t like. 2. For the GA Jon was supposed to be in love with Deanerys (and we will found out that it wasn’t true) 3. Jon was supposed to mourning the death of Deanerys deeply. (I might be wrong about the death of D. by poison...) 4. How can he be in love with Sansa and marry her? they are sibblings! they were sibblings?! For the GA Jon was rejecting Deanerys because she was his aunt, so how can he now marry his sister?

Yes the GA will be pissed by this twists, and I really hope they became truth!

I NEED IT! I NEED IT!

because if they became truth it will be so subversive of the way that storytelling is told! there is no hero, there is no withe and black, every kind of story can be written!

[sweetestpopcorn]

Why is Jaehaerys Martin's favorite king? Can someone explain this please.

Apparently Martin prefers kings who choose peace over war. But war or violence is a necessity sometimes. You cannot win your independence with mere negotiations. Some level of threat of violence is necessary. Even today (I will not take names, let's just say country A and B), country A send their extensive armies with weapons to kill terrorists in country B for it's safety etc. In fire and blood, it is stated that aenys fled with his family to dragonstone after the faith nearly killed them in their own house. 😐😐😐. How can you not choose violence then. A king fleeing his own home capital is not a good sign at all.

Jaehaerys was a pos man. What Martin is saying makes no sense. Maybe that's a difference of opinion between people of first world and third world nations. Anyways back to Jaehaerys. How he treated his sister wife, daughters, grand daughter really just says it all. Sure people talk about alysanne constantly but what the 2 of them did was paltry. after Aenys/Maegor combo, they probably looked like saints. Even Maegor the cruel named his grand niece his heir over. Sur ehis tax policy was good, but man sowed the first seeds of the dance when he appointed the god forbidden Otto Hightower as his hand. And then walserys had to go marry the B! T¢H.

If all the targaryens considered him the gold standard, no wonder they were deposed after 15 kings. Love that none of rheanyra's kids were not named after him.

Sorry for the rant, I just couldn't keep it down any longer.

Hi there, Anon! And again sorry for the delay!

Anon, don't let me stop you. Go off 😂😂😂👏👏👏

As much as I love Jaehaerys, and I still don't think he was a pos man, I do agree with a lot of your points about him and George's takes. I also have some doubts that George fully understands how problematic he made Jaehaerys in many instances, as he still maintains what a great king he was. But I am not inside his head so 🤷‍♀️

You are absolutely right when you say that sometimes choosing peace is not (and should not be) an option, even when it is for personal reasons. Should we just let someone take something that is ours? Should we choose to close our eyes to injustice because we don't want trouble? It's usually said that bad things happen when good people do nothing, so how much should we look the other way regardless of what it will cost us?

For the most part though, I don't know how much of this was true of Jaehaerys. While he tried to be peaceful, he was not shy from going to battle when necessary. He wasn't like his father that ran from conflict at all costs.

That all said, we will NEVER forgive him for Otto 😂😂😂

Well out of her five boys Rhaenyra only had a say in the two she had with Daemon (f_ck you Corlys and Laenor; Daemon, sweetie, you deserve the world this is why you are Daddy Daemon), and she did name one for freaking Walserys 😂😂😂

Aegon - named for the Conqueror

Viserys - named for Walserys

Tell me you have a favourite without telling me you have a favourite XD I'm totally kidding, I like that she named MVP Viserys for her father who she loved - still better than being named for your "father's" former fling l:l. And Viserys is one of my favourite valyrian names ever so points to you RhaeBae!

Please rant anytime I did really enjoy it!

Happy New Year to you 🥰 and take this: 👑