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something something alys representing the supernatural vs ser simon representing the natural world. push and pull. something something it's always ser simon waking daemon up from his trips and grounding him in a way...strongs in tune with harrenhal. it's just so interesting that ser simon grounds daemon. from his nightmares, when he sees laena, when alys cured daemon's hand... temptation/magic vs reality ? daemon's uncertainty of his role in the world vs what he actually is? also that now daemon seats among the strongs. like the house, harrenhal, is swallowing him whole. him helping restore it, making himself be part of harrenhal's walls and blood and mortar. putting something of himself in it.
#HARRENHAL SWALLOWING PEOPLE SICKOS HAHA YESSSSS#daemon targaryen#simon strong#alys strong#hotd spoilers#house of the dragon#daemon x simon#alys x daemon#this has been a post
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sara hess writing that helaena and alys help daemon targaryen.
helaena saying to daemon: 'you know your part.'
she really wants aemond dead.
everyone from the team green treating aemond as the only enemy.
if only they would use their time to do something to win this war instead of criticizing him for his crimes.
we all know that 90 or 99% of team green's power is aemond targaryen + vhagar.
did helaena forget that daemon was the one who killed her son?
from my point of view and what i think is that, daemon never wanted to kill aemond.
he only used rhaenyra's words as an excuse when she told him: 'i want aemond targaryen' to do what he wants.
he just wanted to extinguish aegon's line, that would mean killing jaehaerys because he was the next heir to the iron throne.
#everyone forgot about death jaehaerys#jaehaerys didn't deserve this#house of the dragon#hotd#hotd s2#tv shows#team green#aemond targaryen#aemond one eye#hotd aemond#alys rivers#helaena the dreamer#queen helaena targaryen#helaena targaryen#alys x daemon#helaena x aemond#anti sara hess#anti hotd#anti daemon targaryen#team black#jaehaerys targaryen#hotd s2 spoilers#hotd spoilers#king aegon ii targaryen#aegon ii targaryen
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😂
#house of the dragon#hotd#fire and blood#team black#team green#alys rivers#daemon targaryen#aemond targaryen#alys x daemon#alys x aemond#alysmond
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She knowing that showing those visions would lead him to his death and she cry about it?
And then she lead him and hold him hand. This was framed so romantic and tragic in some parts.
#house of the dragon#hotd#daemon targeryan#alys rivers#daelys#The feelings this scene invokes is so 😭#alys x daemon
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Alys sees 🔥 and 🩸.
#house of the dragon#hotd season 2#hotd season two#hotd#haelena targaryen#queen rhaenyra#alys x aemond#alys rivers#alys x daemon#harrenhal#house strong#simon strong#daenerys stormborn#daenerys targaryen#queen daenerys#daenerys targeryan#game of thrones daenerys#hotd daemon#daemon targeryan#daemon x aemond#daemon targaryen#daemon x rhaenyra#vhagar#caraxes#dance of the dragons#hotd spoilers#hotd s2#rhaenyra targaryen#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire
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are we not gonna talk about how Alys was just sitting on daemon’s bed and he wasn’t really surprised or
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not gonna lie, but i lowkey dig this whole alys & daemon thing going on.
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Alys Rivers (aka Barn Owl) 🦉
#gayle rankin#alys rivers#alysmond#alys x aemond#hotd#house of the dragon#barn owl#hotd season 2#hotd s2#Alys#fanart#art#digital art#artwork#digitalart#artist#procreate#my art#tw blood#witchcraft#witch aesthetic#hbo#Aemond#harrenhal#alys x daemon#daemon#weirwood tree#hotd alys#hotd gayle rankin#painting
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to be honest i kind of love the idea of Alys and Daemon having a fling. and him possibly not being not fully in control of himself or the situation, but coming around to her, basically having an Alma/Woodcock dynamic where he makes himself her willing servant even when she scorns, ridicules and mocks him
#when he asks he asks her to be his queen and she disappears laughing like an apparition#and he cant ever find her in harrenhal again......#the thoughts the voices#alys x daemon#no healthy relationships here everything has to be at least a little freaky
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Sorry gang I really am becoming a genuine Alys x Daemon shipper
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#house of the dragon#daemon targaryen#alys rivers#hotd#hotd memes#hotd meme#hotd shitpost#house of the dragon meme#daemon x alys#house of the dragon season 2 spoilers#house of the dragon season 2#hotd spoilers#hotd season 2#hotd hbo#Matt Smith#Gayle Rankin#house of the dragon spoiler#house of the dragon spoliers#house of the dragon s2#house of the dragon incorrect quotes
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me when people call Aemond a coward for fleeing a 3v1 when Rhaenyra was too scared to go against Aemond in a 1v1:
#sick of it 💀💀#granny vhagar mogs them all#aemond targaryen#rhaenyra targaryen#house of the dragon#vermithor#syrax#asoiaf#aemond targaryen x reader#prince aemond targaryen#prince aemond#vhagar#rhaenyra x reader#hotd season 2#hotd s2#hotd spoilers#house of the dragon spoilers#queen alicent#alicent hightower#pro aegon ii targaryen#pro team green#team green#team black#anti team black#daemon targaryen x reader#daemon targaryen#harrenhal#alys rivers#tessarion#dragon age
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GAYLE RANKIN TALKING ABOUT ALYS RIVERS IN EPISODE 4 OF 'HOUSE OF THE DRAGON' S2.
DID YOU READ THE ALYS RIVERS PORTIONS OF FIRE AND BLOOD?
"The first audition, I did not know who I was auditioning to play."
"I was auditioning to play 'AR.' And then I was kind of told who it was, and I was able to go into the book and read the portions, which are really fascinating."
"There’s so much hearsay and back and forth about Alys from so many different perspectives — mostly male perspectives, too — about who she is, what she is, where she comes from, what she’s going to do, and what she’s not going to do."
"It made me so excited."
BEYOND THE TEXT, DID YOU FIND INSPIRATION FROM ANYWHERE TO HELP CREATE YOUR VERSION OF ALYS?
"Absolutely. I’m from Scotland originally, so I really felt strongly that I wanted her to be Celtic, like Scottish, where I’m from generally."
"I found that to be really interesting because it was like this pagan aspect with that."
"The other option would be for her to be English, and there’s not that many Scottish characters."
"Beesbury was Scottish, but no one in the House Strong is Scottish, so what are we saying about her relationship to Harrenhal and being a member of the Strong household?"
"I enjoyed adding that part of my own heritage to the character because I thought it really helped with specificity in terms of the pagan aspect of her craft and also grounding her."
"It also made her more mysterious because it’s like, wait, where’s she from? It was like a jumping-off point, and Ryan [Condal] and everybody at HBO were really excited about me using my own accent."
"I think it gives her this unique power in some ways because she is untouchable and doesn’t have a familial lineage."
"It also makes her vulnerable, too, because she’s out there in Harrenhal on her own for years."
"What’s she been doing? Where did she come from? — I have a backstory as an actor."
"That’s kind of my process, and that huge part of it for me to really ground her and make her a real woman."
HOW WOULD YOU RANK HER POWER COMPARED TO THE DRAGONS AND WHAT SHE MIGHT BE HOLDING IN?
"I think what’s interesting, and if you’ve read the books, where Alys ends up is in a pretty powerful position."
"Prophecy is like the missing piece to take over the throne."
"Prophecy and magic and witchcraft and that kind of power have amazing brute force."
"Dragons are magical in their own way, but there’s something about being able to manipulate and understand and know things about the world."
"It’s kind of speaking to a bigger theme inside the story, which is that it’s an extremely female-centric power story."
"The fact that these women know things and know how to do things, and they aren’t being helped or respected, like Mysaria and Alicent and obviously Rhaenyra."
"These women know what they’re doing."
"They know, and Alys definitely has another kind of knowing."
"I think it’s cool to add that to the pot."
ALYS HAS ONLY INTERACTED WITH DAEMON SO FAR. WHAT DOES SHE WANT FROM HIM?
"I think as much as Alys is in charge, there’s also something bigger that’s at play."
"I think she knows that, and it kind of allows her, weirdly, to be with Daemon in this experience."
"I think we’re going to start to, hopefully, get to see them actually interact."
"As much as Alys has all this power, there are things about her that she wants and desires and has her eye toward."
"There’s a long game, I think, for this character."
"My interpretation and hope to get through is that she also has a human yearning and yearns for human connection."
"I think someone with a lot of power like that, who’s been alone for a long time, how is that going to play out when they get to spend time with a human being?"
SHE TOLD DAEMON THAT SHE'S "NO SO BAD" ONCE YOU GET TO KNOW HER. THAT WAS A REALLY HUMAN MOMENT IN THE MIDST OF THIS OTHERWORDLY EXPERIENCE AT HARRENHAL.
"She desires to be known, I think, and that’s really interesting that she desires to be known by the scariest motherfucker around."
"She’s kind of here for it."
"There’s something really progressive about that because the thing about Alys is she’s able to see something in Daemon that’s important to be seen."
"She’s fearless."
"I think when you wait around for 400 years, when you get an opportunity to get involved in your life for your purpose, which I think Daemon is a part of her life and her purpose, like, go for it."
"She’s going for it."
IN EPISODE 3, SHE TOLD DAEMON THAT HE'D "DIE" AT HARRENHAL. DID SHE SAY IT AS A WARNING OR JUST A FACT?
"I think it’s good that we’re asking that question because I think that exposes a lot about her."
"I don’t think she knows really how Daemon is going to play out in her life."
"As much as she knows everything, I don’t know if Alys knows everything, you know? I think there’s a learning happening with her, too."
"I think there’s warning, there’s fact, there’s empathy, there’s power dynamic playing out."
DO YOU THINK ALL OF HER POWER IS CONTAINED AT HARRENHAL? IS THAT SOMETHING YOU'VE THOUGHT ABOUT?
"I’m sure it’s something that she’s thought about."
"I think it’s something that she’s probably worried about and excited about and challenged by."
"I think that’s an exciting question for the show because, ultimately, it doesn’t seem like it is, but I don’t know if she knows that."
"I don’t know how that would change her."
WHAT CAN YOU TEASE ABOUT WHAT'S NEXT FOR ALYS REGARDING HER DYNAMIC WITH DAEMON? IT FEELS LIKE WE'RE AT A TIPPING POINT AFTER THE HALLUCINATIONS AND VISIONS.
"I think that’s what’s interesting is that there is a tipping point."
"What happens? How do power dynamics start to shift? — Hopefully, the audience will be hungry to see how we are going to start finding out more about Alys and there might be potential for that."
I WANTED TO POINT OUT THAT DAEMON JUST ACCEPTED THAT CUP OF WHATEVER ALYS WAS BREWING IN EPISODE 4, NO QUESTIONS ASKED. HE DIDN'T SEEM SCARED BY IT, AS IF THERE WAS A CERTAIN TRUST THERE.
"There’s something quite comforting about their dynamic."
"I think no one has ever challenged Daemon, and it’s interesting how Alys kind of flip flops between maternal energy and friend energy and kind of a little sexual tension, and any different kind of tools she has but also things that she wants to experiment with."
AEMOND AND ALYS HAVE A VERY PROMINENT RELATIONSHIP IN FIRE & BLOOD. IS THERE ANYTHING YOU CAN SAY ABOUT THEM POSSIBLY MEETING THIS SEASON?
"I can’t."
"I think my whole thing with talking about Alys and talking about the journey is I think patience is going to be a really… I think it’s going to pay off because I think all of these things are so informative of one another."
#house of the dragon#hotd#hotd s2#tv shows#team green#team black#alys x aemond#prince daemon targaryen#daemon targaryen#hotd daemon#alys rivers#gayle rankin#harrenhal#hotd spoilers#hotd s2 spoilers#fire and blood#matt smith#alys x daemon
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This is the first time that i send in a request,but I’ve been your fan for quite a while now🥰🥰I love your blog and your content,especially your writing,so can I please ask you to write something about Daemon x niece!reader where she is the daughter of Aemma and Viserys and he’s obsessed with her?It can be whatever you want!Thank you so much!🫶🏻
⋆ ˚。⋆little bird
Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader
-Summary:Daemon is in Harrenhal and he’s tormented by the memories of the only woman that he had ever loved:his niece,the long gone princess Y/n.
-Warnings:death of character,incest,age gap,Daemon never married Laena,reader has valyrian features,reader died of childbirth,reader is mother of twin girls(you can decide if Baela and Rhaena),mental torture(?)sexual thoughts,Daemon being himself,Alys tormenting Daemon and him losing his mind.
•-aww thank you so much for your words and support,also thank you for requesting and let me know what you guys think,sending love🩷🫶🏻
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The palate is a treacherous bastard,a vile traitor.The palate,the tongue,the teeth,the throat:damned monsters,damned stabs in the shoulders.
They rebelled and tortured Daemon intimately,as well as the strawled murmurs of soaking whispers in the dark and lonely castle,as well as the murmurs of that nameless woman.Everything bothered him,in that world built by the blood-stained hands of false and courteous murderers,and the raw truths of the tormented men were no exception.
After all,he should have known - and he knew it, he knew it and he had not stopped,he had become crazy! -that once he tasted the most precious wine of the Seven Kingdoms his mouth would detest any other drink.His primordial instinct and his spirit of survival had tried to warn him,to make him understand,to make him glimpse the inexorable fate in which there would be a before and there would of course be an after.
Because any other flavor would never have been as sweet as the taste of her.
And nothing more would have been the same, nothing would make sense anymore.Daemon had only really understood it after kissing her:it had become impossible to even look at another woman.
He could still remember the first time that he had kissed her,before going to win the war in the Narrow Sea in her father’s name.He had only kissed her once and it had been like savoring the mouth of a fucking divine gift that fell down from heaven,kissing a promise of grace and eternal damnation.An inexperienced,sweet,innocent mouth.
His,Y/n was all his.
She was still a girl at the time,two years younger than her older sister Rhaenyra,just a naive girl that stug with two skinny legs and without even a woman's shape,the silver-haired doll,the trained King's Landing little bird that squeakes and chirps in the shade of her father's words and actions:Y/n, stupid and spoiled princess,daughter of the Long Summer,had let herself be kissed by him and had not stopped him,she had not pushed him away.
Crazy him and crazy her.Or maybe just him, or maybe just her.Who went crazy first,who did? Who had it been?Daemom didn't remember the fucking way those damn events that had folded him in two,disintegrated his entire soul.Killed him not once but a hundred,a thousand,a thousand and again a thousand times.
Who went crazy first?Who?Daemon has started to believe it was him.
It’s been years since the last time he had kissed Y/n,years since he last touched her warm skin,looked into her bright lilac eyes,that he had saw her with their daughters in her arms.
Yet,that night,in the dark and anguish halls of Harrenhal,his little bird had shown up to him.The ghost of Y/n imagine had suddenly appeared in a corridor in the west wing yard like an evanescent appearance,like his worst nightmare and had resumed chirping the same nauseating and tormenting phrases she cunningly gave to all her lords,to all her knights.
She had chirped her thanks,the beautiful words she used to tear from the verses of her beloved romantic ballads,which she used to steal from the fairy tales narrated with placid fervor from the endless rows of her old and decrepit Septas.
She had chirped and chirped and chirped.
Daemon hadn't listened to any of her melancholic sentences and hadn't even paid the slightest attention to her,nothing at all.So the deities and that witch then must have decided to punish him and mock him.They had taken their revenge on all his blasphemies and on all the lives he had snatched with joy.
The pale light of the moon had begun to inflame Y/n long silver braids,braids knotted in a bushy tangle,shaped into circles of blood rays that made her hairstyle look like the one of a small child.The young and innocent girl she once was before Daemon had touched her.A stupid hairstyle that she persided - with a pout - to make her maidens intertwine just like her mother did when she was just a small child.
The red dress that wrapped perfectly around her body,the one that she had wore at the tourney for her last Name Day as a maiden,seemed made of pure liquid blood.Daemon was lost.The red had become fire,it had turned into copper,it had melted into wine.A crown of thorns and autumn leaves in the cold wind of the godswood.
Y/n rosy mouth had stretched out in a brief,false smile,yet what was really false about her?And her elusive purple eyes had reminded him of reality.
The reality where she no longer existed,the one where now he was married to his older sister.He just wants to use her.Everyone uses everyone.He remind himself,he could never love her,not in the way he still loves Y/n.
Suddenly Daemon had realized the existence of his foolish thoughts,he had awakened by the torpor in which her sweet and familiar scent had induced him,and he had understood that he was behaving like a little child that had just woken up from a bed dream,an inexperienced young boy,he looked at her hair,looked at her ephelids,and didn't focus on those small stall tits and her flat,tight belly,and then he thought he had to fix it,that he had to prove to himself that he was a man.
Not the silly man who secretly watched the tears entangled in the eyelashes of a little girl who still slept with the dolls,squeezed in his little embrace,but the real man who fucked women in brothels and got rid of all his most itchy desires. Not the man who trembled in front of a little girl's gaze,but the man who fucked the women quickly and impatiently,without even looking them in the face,fulfilling his needs and his morbid needs.
The man that Daemon was before devoting his life,heart and soul to Y/n.
These thoughts had clouded his soaky mind with vulgar images,they had made his body drunk and frenny.Then he had stretched out towards Y/n, almost staggering,and had devoured her face. Mouth to mouth,he had eaten her lies and her breath.Was it really her,the spectral and little figure that had hunted him since he had step in Harrenhal?Was it really her,the cold and young body he was holding in his arms?He didn’t cared,he needed to feel what he once called love.
His little girl still tasted good,just like he remembered,something sweet,extremely pure. Snow and honey together,what an absurd madness of the senses.Y/n had closed her mouth,her lips soft and eyelids tight,but she had done nothing else.She hadn't disappeared from his touch just like the night before,his rough hands that had begun to mess up her hair and squeeze her thin throat like they used to.
They had kept both eyes closed and he had thought that she was beautiful even in the dark of the dull and worn lights,even in the black of the lowered eyelashes,under the Sun or under the Moon.
Y/n was still as beautiful as the day he had lost her.
And now that she was there,real or not,Daemon had kissed her with a disturbing need and Y/n mouth had moved on his without opening,without granting him anything more.Nothing more of what he already had when she was flourishing with life.
In that moment a cold wind had crept all over his back,until it even caressed his neck and wet cheeks.When did he started crying?Too late he had realized that it had not been a cold wind that had appeased his burns.
«Y/n,my Y/n.»Daemon had murmured«My little bird of the summer,my frightened little bird.»he kept talking on her lips.
«Uncle.»even her voice sounded like she was still that young girl he used to watch run to him,blushing when he would bring her a gift from one of the cities he had visited.
She had caressed his pained face and kissed him like a little girl who can't even imagine that there is anything else after a kiss on the lips.Like a sweet child that still dreamed and hoped for a bright and long future ahead of her.
Maybe at that moment Daemon must have said her name again,because the figure in his arms smiled«Y/n,my little girl,Y/n.»like a prayer.
«Do you still desire me,uncle?Do you still think about me?»her voice,a soft whisper,that cut into his heart.
How naive and stupid,stupid little woman.
He could have turned her like a worn sock,lifted her skirt and possessed it in any dark corner of the castle,stretched her on the floor and forced her to open her legs for him.For him,only for him. First the knees,then the thighs,until he devour her with his hands and tongue,until he fuck her all.
That little creature who didn't even know the thoughts that animated the minds of the men around her,the minds of all animal men just like him.He could have done anything to her,anything unimaginable and unpronounceable,and continued to devour her for whole hours,years and centurie, millennia and other millennia,to the point of satisfying her every repressed need and even more.
And Daemon did it,fulfilling his duties as a husband that resulted in the living love that took form in their twin daughters and son.
He enjoyed her,eat her,mark her at every possible point.He could have done anything for her even now.But Y/n had placed a hand on his heart and more snow had fallen into his chest,appeasing his every pain,every craving.
«Or is my sister crown that you lust over now?»Y/n sharp tongue managed to open another cut in his chest.
Yes,he wanted Rhaenyra crown but it was her he wanted to make his Queen.It’s always been like that,in his deepest dreams,to rule by her side,to pass the throne to their son and be with her forever to the end of his days.
«It’s always ever been you and i’m sorry that this has costed your life.»Daemon words were half stuck in his throat.
Stupid little girl,stupid.She was too good for him.She was pathetically pure.She will never be able to survive in this world,she would become food donated to dogs and worms.Another dead flesh left danging on the spades of this rotten and corrupt castle from the slimy foundation.Another head detached from one's body and turned into a trophy to show to enemies.
Another life that he had ruined.
The images of these elucubrations of his had scared him so much was he afraid?Was the burning in the pupils and ribs fear of seeing her dead or desire to kill or even a fever to possess her?To push her away from his arms,from his belly outstretched towards her.
Daemon had already lost Y/n once,in their old shared chambers of the Red Keep,drenched in sweat and blood.Screaming in fear and pain,just like her mother,as she gave birth to their son.A life for a life,the child survived and the mother died without being able to meet each other.
And now she was there,after so many years,Daemon had only glimpsed at her wet lips and red cheeks,then started yelling at her to leave.It wasn’t real,nothing of this was,his wife,his Y/n was dead,ashes in the wind.
«Go away.Get away right away or you'll regret it.I'll make you regret it,I swear to you.I'll make you regret anything you've ever done or thought if you don't leave now.Go away!»Daemon was screaming like a mad man,but his words were not directed towards Y/n.
His crude and harsh words were echoed only for the silent witch that lived in that old and empty castle.
He must have insulted her,or he had cursed the bastard witch back.He didn’t cared because now Y/n had escaped from his head and eyes with every new sip of wine that he took once he walked back into the dark halls.
Her ethereal figure disappeared at each red bottom of a cup he had swallowed in an attempt to forget the circles of her damn braids.A new cup of wine at every turn of the silver locks and then a hysterical laugh every moment he saw the lilac eyes of that damn girl in the accusatory ones of the witch who sat next to him.
«You are rather unrequited tonight,your grace.What’s bothering you?»Alys Rivers was her name and her voice was as enchanting as her looks.
A punch against the table at every drop of watered down flavor,at every cup of all those lousy drinks that she had given him to help him sleep.A mediocre taste that made him miss better flavors - the taste of him.
Almost as she could read his mind«In love?You?»Alys sound surprised.
And a thud in the heart as every second passes,at the stroke of the hours,at the slow formation of a nebulous wall of chaos inside him.Honey,snow,sweet salt of tears never shed. What was happening to him?What was going on in his head,in his sternum,between his legs?Had Alys poisoned him?
«Y/n.»she spoke again«The little girl that you used to bounce on your knees,the woman that died to give you an heir.»she taunted him,the ghost of a smile on her lips.
Daemon felt his heart shatter in his chest,pain at every breath.His hands burning like the rest of his body,the wine down his throat ready to choke him with all his guilt.
«Where is she?»he asked then,turning to look at the woman next to him.
Where is Y/n?
He had screamed at her out in the gardens and she was gone,she had flown away.
«Where is she?Tell me.Tell me where she is!»the cups on the wooden table crushed on the floor,the cold stones now painted of red wine.
«Where is Y/n?»Alys asked calmly,not even getting up from her chair as his grace thrown everything around«The little girl is far away.But she’s not unreachable,you will see her again soon.»she answered him.
Daemon had was spinning,he felt the nausea coming up from his stomach.He tried to walk and a gag forced him to kneel on the ground,to throw his head against the floor.
«Y/n,my little bird,Y/n.Y/n where are you?»he choked out.
She was there,he had seen her just a few moments before and the other previous nights that he had spent in Harrenhal.He held her,kissed her and it felt so real.She didn't run away,she didn't cry,she didn't even lower her head.Nothing,nothing of nothing.She just looked at him for a second and then she left.
Now she was gone,again.She was gone,Y/n,was gone and Daemon wanted her back,like he had always wanted her,he couldn’t breathe,Y/n come back to him.
Come back,stupid little girl,come back here right away.One moment,he needed to touch her,to kiss her,to have her,just another moment to share with her.His little girl,his little bird.His,his,his,she had always been his.Come back,he needed to hold her and protect her.He would protect her from anyone,even himself if she was so afraid.He was scared too.
«Your grace?»Alys voice was distant,loosing itself in the air.
Daemon crawled on the wet floor,getting up«The little bird.I have to find,I have to find...»the world became dark and dyed of red.There was laughter around his body and someone sneering his name.
«I have to find...»he repeated.
He had to look for her.He hadn't been able to resist her,he hadn't slept even a minute.He had walked around the castle like a mad man,reaching his chambers only to find her inside.
The room looked like the one they lived in the Red Keep,warm and familiar.A small figure appeared,wearing a old white nightgown drenched in blood,pale hair wild on her head in the same that she had died in.
Y/n was there,holding to her chest a child wrapped into a blue blanket like a present.Their son,the joyful and smart boy that looked exactly like his mother and that she had never even seen before closing her eyes forever.She was sitting and crying .He had felt like he was dying and had taken a few uncertain steps.His eyes had moved frantically and they had glimpsed the blood-stained sheets,the stained dress on her thighs, the hands holding the child.
As soon as Y/n had seen him,with shiny eyes, huge tears on that small face she had brought her red fingers on her lips,as if to ask him to be silent as she rocked her baby.The smell of iron had never disgusted him,never shaken him,not until that moment.The little girl's legs had continued to drip and form spots on slippery spots on the floor.
«You always wanted a son.»Y/n voice was paralyzing«I should have know that this would have been my end.You can never surrender to your desires.»she didn’t looked at him,calmly holding the cloth in her arms but he knew she was accusing him of the same sin his brother had committed.
He had never hated blood with such despair,never hesitated before his duties,never thought of spitting acid on his oldest loyalty«I should have…i should have saved you.»he breathed.
Y/n smiled softly«No,this is the price you have to pay for taking what isn’t yours.The throne,the crown…me.»her empty eyes burned his flesh«You will die here,uncle,and you will loose everything.»she warned him.
Daemon vomited until he almost fainted,almost suffocated in his own vomit.Tears mixed with the pain and guilt on his face and his arms suddenly gave in.He felt hands on his neck and lips near his ear.He hit his head against the floor again and rocky voices pronounced his name more times.
He tried to crawl but threw up again,and then again and again.He couldn't stop anymore.He tried to grab a the chair next to door,but the world began swirling to turn and he lost himself in meaningless images.Before closing his eyes Daemon only saw pale silver birds with broken necks and torn wings.
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What is fascinating about Alys and Daemon is because for the first time we see Daemon cool act all gone. What also is foreshadowing to a water dawn version of what Alysmond would look like but also a different version of what Nettles and Daemon could look like if they don't cut her out. Someone that get under his skin and at same time he is attract to it and question his line of thoughts.
If wasn't for the leaks suggesting she will get cut, even, I feel like this Harrenhal exploration of Daemon psyche is all set up for his dinamic with Nettles.
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Daemon & Aemond parallels
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