#justice for sunfyre

[spider-stark]

aegon and sunfyre's bond oh my fuck

[strawberrycarat]

It was a good episode. It was ‘Battle of the Bastards’ level of good? Not really… BUT! Eve, Tom, Fabien and of course Ewan Mitchell’s acting was PER-FECT! 👌

My heart broke with Sunfyre and Meleys’s screams btw 🥲

[gojuo]

I think silverwing and vermithor are sunfyre and tessarion parents so that’s why sunfyre looks beautiful like his mom and tessarion is as a fugly dragon as vermithor, wasted potential with my blue queen

NOO MY MELEYS IS SUNFYRE'S AND TESSA'S MOMMA HEADCANONS NOOOOOO 😭😭😭 JUSTICE FOR TESSA SHE DOESNT DESERVE TO BE UGLY

[please-buckme]

I CANT WATCH AWGON GET THE NEWS THAT SUNFYRE DIDNT MAKE IT!!!!! I CANT! I CANT!!!!

[ladyhawke]

NO DREAMFYRE UNTIL 2026 😭😭😭

[pterodactylterrace]

We’ve been robbed 😭😭😭

Sunfyre the Golden~

It's no mystery why he's considered to be the most beautiful dragon to ever fly the Westerosi skies. Only 7 weeks left to wait for season 2 and we'll finally get to see this majestic boy in action!

Stunning artwork by @siosin_ on Instagram

[peachysunrize]

Corrupted by God ⥃ Prince Aemond Targaryen

Summary: after the battle of Rook’s Rest, Aemond comes back to King’s Landing as the heir to the throne with a newfound determination to make the Queen of the Seven kingdoms his queen as well.

Pairing: Prince Aemond Targaryen x Aegon’s wife/queen reader

Warnings: 18+ mdni! Smut, dark content!!!!!!!!! angst, post Rook’s Rest, post s2e4, p in v, porn with a very little plot, breeding, emotional manipulation/heavy manipulation, dark!Aemond, a bit dubcon, Aemond has a hugeeee god complex, mentions of Aegon’s injury, rough sex, reader is not a Targaryen (the pic was pretty so I used it lol), tell me if i’ve missed something. English isn’t my first language<3

Word count: 2.5k+

A/n: pleaseeeeee read the warnings! This was requested by my beloved @sylasthegrim ! I hope I did your idea justice and hope you like it<33 Reblogs & comments are most appreciated🩷

A god among men, that’s how Aemond feels when he closes his eye and lets Vhagar float in the air, flapping her wings once in a while to get to King’s Landing faster. He remembers the nights he prayed to the gods to give him strength, to change his destiny, and to give him a happy life, but today, with his she-dragon soaring through the clouds, he took his faith in his own hands and became a God himself.

A delicious ache in his muscles seeps through his bones, but it is nothing compared to the rush of euphoria he feels as he imagines himself on the throne with his uncle’s head beneath his foot and his queen by his side.

His queen, you, oh how he has done all of this for you. He has turned into a monster, soaked his hand in the blood of his kin while he thought of you, and how he deserves to have a queen befitting him and his reign.

He knows what he must tell the council and his mother, something that surely aligns with Cole’s words, but what he has to say to you has been worded out for so long that he cannot believe his plan has finally reached so far to this point to utter them to you.

He sighs as he feels his pants tighten — at the thought of you and the weight of the Conqueror's crown — and to his luck, the city comes into his view, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth while he guides Vhagar atop Visenya’s hill. He catches the sight of two Dragonkeepers and a horse ready for him, watching how they scurry away from the old she-dragon and wait for her to land.

Vhagar’s body shakes the ground as her feet keep her body secured, and Aemond rubs her scales softly before he climbs down the ropes of his saddle, jumping on the grass before he shushes the dragon again, mumbling a soft ‘Lykiri’ against her snouts.

He doesn’t spare a glance at the Dragonkeepers, he moves past them to the guard who hands him the reins of the horse, and Aemond swings his leg over the saddle before guiding the horse down the hill, bolting through the streets of the city.

The wind blows through his hair as he rides the horse to the Red Keep’s gates, lords and ladies move out of his way quickly, making room for their prince so he can lead his horse to the yard. The guards are fast on their feet to reach for the reins, stopping the animal so Aemond can step down.

He jumps down, patting the neck of the mare before he strides forward inside the castle, the court is already fussy with anticipation of what has befallen their king, but Aemond has one person in his mind that he wishes to seek out.

“Aemond!” The sound of his mother stops him on the stairs, and he looks up to see her running towards him with shock and disbelief on her face, “what’s happened?”

“We took the castle,” he says calmly, almost dismissively, “our king graced us with his presence on the battlefield. We won.”

He tries to move past Alicent with a shrug, but she grabs his arm tightly, forcing him to look her in the eyes before she asks what has been bothering her ever since Sunfyre took the sky earlier that day. But with the look Aemond gives her, she closes her mouth silently, nodding before she departs towards the main entrance of the castle, waiting for the hand to come back to the city.

Aemond scoffs and takes long steps toward the royal chambers on the upper floors, passing the servants who shield themselves from his gaze as he goes past them. 

He knows the path leading to the queen’s chambers like the back of his hand; through the stairs and Maegor’s tunnels — He has walked each way for many nights just to stay behind your doors and listen to your sweet voice talking to your daughter or handmaidens.

Aemond remembers the day you were wed to his brother, covered in a beautiful white and golden gown that brought out your curves to his eye. He was infatuated from the moment he laid his eye on you, and after such a long time, that infatuation has turned into something more primal and possessive, something that he thinks his brother does not deserve, that is befitting of Aemond and not the drunken fool who’s your husband.

Each step he takes adds more to the post-battle euphoria he’s experiencing — now that he’s the heir and the most powerful man, he deems himself fit to not just rule over the kingdom of ash and bone that is about to endure more battles, but to have his queen by his side. What better woman than the already beautiful creature that lies in an attached chamber to the king’s?

A ghost of a smirk forms on his face with each second that he walks within the hallways that lead to your chambers, his chin held high and his fingers itching with excitement in his leather gloves as he locks them behind his back.

Aemond licks his bottom lip, his blood rushing down to his core at the thought of the sight of you heavy with his child and the Conqueror’s crown atop your head. His queen, even the sound of it in his head seems right.

When he reaches your door, he pushes it without knocking, finding you already pacing with a wet handkerchief clutched in your hand.

Sweet sweet lady, the queen of his dreams, he basks in the way you carry yourself with worry for your husband. What a good wife he wishes to say, but no, a good wife to his idiot brother is not much better than a slur.

But to him? Oh, how much of a phenomenal bride-to-be you’d make for him, someone who is kind and deserving of his reign.

“My queen,” he says, standing straight when your head snaps in his direction, concern weaved into your features already. He takes in a deep breath as his eye runs over your form — a red long-sleeved gown with black dragons embroidered on it, your hair wild and free from your usual braids.

“Aemond!” You rest your hand against your heart as you take a few steps towards him, “What has befallen us? Aegon, he—“

“Shh,” he gently shushes you, his gloved hands coming to rest on your elbows, holding your body close to his, “we have won the battle. The castle has fallen and the false queen can no longer have a ground army.”

“That is great!” You utter, “But— what of our king? My husband? Aemond, is he alright?”

He smiles gently, a smile that does in fact reach his eye. There is a malicious look he has that it seems you fail to notice, because even his mother hesitated to let him go easily, but you? No, your soft and loving nature could never go past his mask.

“He is…”

“What? Please, Aemond is he—“ 

“No, no,” he replies quickly, one of his hands coming up to rest on your cheek, “he fought well, and he is alive,” he caresses your cheek as his eye meets yours, thinking how beautiful you look all worried about your husband, soon you’d be looking worried about him and not his brother.

“But…”

“But what? Is he hurt?” You grip his forearm tightly, looking up at him with tears stinging your eyes, “Tell me, please, Aemond, what’s happened to my husband?”

“He’s alive but on the brink of death. The traitor Rhaenys… your grace, such stories are not meant to be heard by a gentle soul like you—“

“I wish to know! What have they done to my husband?!” You demand him to tell you, and Aemond sighs deeply, but the buzz of excitement makes him even more determined.

Sweet lamb falling right into his trap.

“He took the skies quite suddenly, I had little time to meet him in the air. Meleys and her bitch of a rider had their claws in our king, and however fearsome he is, he could do naught.”

With each word that falls from his lips, more tears drop from your lashes, and he feels how numb you’re slowly getting in his arms.

“Sunfyre and Aegon… they survived Dragonfire, but—“

“Gods be good!” You gasp, a sob wrecking your body as he tries to shush you, a gloved finger reaching to wipe away your tears gently.

“I found him; burnt, broken but breathing,” he kisses your forehead, smirking against your skin, “he told me — had me promising him — to make haste and seek you out, to take care of your every wish.”

“Thank the gods!” You ask him, craning your neck to look into his eye, “What else did he say?”

He can’t answer you, not when you look at him with such a yearning, eyes full of tears and longing for condolences. He smooths his finger over your eyebrows, creasing your frown before he leans down and presses another kiss to your cheek.

“I could not say, he was weary, but…” his other hand comes to cup your face, “he told me to answer to your every whim, and that you should stay by my side until he has healed and help me rule.”

“But shouldn’t I take care of him?” You ask, eyes narrowing as he gently backs you up towards your bed, “Aemond, what are—“

“My queen, do you trust me?” He asks as he trails a path from your cheek to the column of your throat with his nose, “I will take care of you, all of your needs. That is what our king wanted, how cruel would we be if we do not obey his commands?”

“We would break his heart,” you whisper, inhaling sharply when he hovers his lips against yours, “we should do as he asks.”

“Hmm, yes, we should,” he closes the gap between the two of you, his lips moving along yours slowly for he feels how you quiver and meet his lips hesitantly.

He kisses you gently at first, hands moving down towards your waist to pull on the strings of your gown, long gloved fingers working on it until the red fabric loses its grip around your waist. Aemond pushes the gown off your shoulders, caressing your skin with the back of his hand before he lets your dress pool around your ankles.

His lips move against yours passionately, his tongue exploring your mouth for the first time, and he lets himself get lost in your taste — sweet with a tinge of lime, hinting that you’ve had lemon cake earlier.

He pushes you onto the bed after he helps you out of your shift, leaving you bare to his hungry gaze. He pulls his gloves off by his teeth, dropping each on the floor next to your discarded clothes, soon to be followed by his belt and dagger.

He can hear the rumbles of his men walking back to the city, but now all his attention is on you, and how he has to take what he has promised himself. 

Aemond doesn’t take his clothes off, he would if he were a lesser man, but now, he’s determined, ready to take the promised prize and faith the Gods have granted him — but no god is intelligent enough to set you as his prize. It’s always been him and his schemes.

He pushes his leather pants down enough to free his aching cock, swiping his finger across your wet slit, eliciting a moan out of both of you as he keeps rubbing your pearl firmly, basking in your whines of pleasure.

His free hand strokes himself to full hardness, thinking of your upcoming wedding night and how he’d take you in front of the council on the bedding from behind, chaining you to him like the religion that has chained his mother to the Seven.

You fist the bedsheets, back arching as soon as he covers your body with his and guides his cock to your soaked entrance. He watches how your lips part in a silent plea when he breaches your cunt, groaning as soon as your walls envelop his length.

“Oh, Aemond—“You reach for him desperately when he sheathes himself inside you completely, not letting you adjust to his size for more than a mere second before setting up his pace, bullying his cock deep inside you with each smooth stroke.

It’s empowering to see you all nude and luscious on your bed taking his cock like you were shaped just for him to do so — maybe you were made for him, molded into this perfect lady to be desired and cherished by him.

“Aren’t you the most beautiful queen the realm has ever seen?” He asks, his eye is hazy with lust as he fucks you harder, finding deep pleasure in how he’s fully clothed and you are bare as the day you were born. He takes pride in having you putty in his hands.

He cages you under him, his lips slotting against yours once more as he licks his way into your mouth while he slams his shaft inside your tight cunt with abandon.

“Gods, oh– I’m— ah!”

“You only have one god, my darling, and that is me,” he groans against your lips, his leather coat brushing against your heated skin while the tip of his cock nudges against your sweet spot that has you seeing stars, “Worship me at your altar, just as your husband wanted.”

You come with a cry of his name, sending him over the edge with your sweet moans of euphoria. He bruises himself to a halt, emptying his sack with ropes of his cum inside you, making sure to make the next king of the Seven Kingdoms with his queen.

The way your face scrunches in pleasure has him almost coming again, knowing it was him who gave you such a blinding peak that has you shaking in his arms.

The sounds of footsteps rushing past your door to the King’s chambers have the two of you scurrying and parting from each other. You are clumsy with how you put on your dress with Aemond’s warm seed dribbling down your thighs, but your husband’s home, your king.

Aemond tucks himself back into his pants, following you out of your chambers into his brother’s only to find the maesters and his mother already there, tending to his burns and wounds.

“Aegon, my love—“ he doesn’t listen to what you say as you try to make room for yourself among the men, wanting to reach for your husband.

“Someone has to rule in his stead,” Aemond exclaims as he leans on the headboard of the bed, looking down at his handiwork before he catches your eyes as you smile with teary eyes at him, nodding to Alicent in encouragement.

“The gods have blessed him with intelligence for he would make a fine ruler, and he shall take care of me, just as our king desired.”

[percentstardust]

endless muse edits | drogon + the dragons that i head canon are his parents

[flowerandblood]

Archmaester Gyldayn’s Chronicle

The Price of Pride Chapters from 9 to 15

Archmaester Gyldayn’s chronicle combines information gathered by Septon Eustace and Mushroom concerning what happened after Prince Aemond ordered the abduction of Daemon Targaryen’s eldest daughter with his first wife, Rhea Royce. As is common in history, lies and truth become one.

Previous part ➽

We know from accounts written down by members of the Small Council that King Aegon announced that he would betroth his cousin to Lord Greyjoy's son, despite his younger brother demanding her hand. Septon Eustace reports on how the argument between the siblings turned out and the events that followed shortly afterwards:

When King Aegon announced his plan to the gathered men, Prince Aemond exploded with rage, saying that he, as a Targaryen and his younger brother, had first right to marry her. His brother was said to have laughed at these words and said “sooner Vhagar will fit into the Dragon's Pit than I'll give you her hand.”

Despite the great argument, the two brothers set off side by side for the battle at Rook's Rest, from which only Prince Aemond came out victorious — according to the soldiers involved in the confrontation, the King, wanting to help his younger brother, was seen to move on Meleys, which infuriated the dragoness.

Meleys breathed fire, and King Aegon was severely burned — both he and Sunfyre fell from the heavens, with his brother watching it from afar. The young King survived, but he was heavily injured and was unable to get up from his bed.

Prince Aemond succeeded to the temporary reign as Prince Regent, however, not wearing the royal regalia as a sign of respect for his brother, who still remained the rightful King.

Mushroom's description of these events is more harsh, adding new details not mentioned by Septon Eustace, which the Blacks were eager to spread.

Prince Aemond became eager for revenge against his brother after he refused his request to marry the woman who had long been warming his bed — his brother-usurper had announced her betrothal to Lord Greyjoy's son to save the remnants of her dignity. The One-Eyed Prince was furious and took his cousin in her own bed later that same night, allowing the entire Red Keep to listen to their moans.

Prince Aemond, in response to the King's words, ordered Vhagar to burn his brother during the battle at Rook's Rest: to his displeasure, Prince Aegon survived, but was unconscious and unable to perform his duties — standing over his burned body, he was to say “so justice is no stranger to the gods.”

The young Prince seized the opportunity and immediately announced his betrothal to his cousin to the entire court while sitting on the Iron Throne, wearing the crown of Aegon the Conqueror on his head.

Despite conflicting reports of the battle, it is known that immediately after the event Prince Aemond was declared Prince Regent by the Small Council. Indeed, he announced his betrothal to his cousin not long afterwards, and his brother's proposal to marry her to Lord Greyjoy's son never reached the Iron Islands.

On one thing Mushroom and Septon Eustace agree: Prince Aemond lived with his cousin as if she were his wife even before the nuptials. Mushroom himself describes their relationship with detail and mischief.

After announcing his betrothal to his cousin, Prince Aemond stopped hiding the nature of their sinful relationship — he openly summoned her every evening to his chamber, which she only left at dawn, they flew together in the skies and exercised together in the courtyard.

Mischievous lords said that the Prince and his bride rarely exchanged more than five words between each other each day, however, during the nights they were more talkative, and their moans and cries of pleasure were listened to by the whole keep.

One morning Lord Hightower caught his grandson with his betrothed in his bed — Prince Aemond was said to be snuggled into her breasts like a small child.

Even as a young boy, he had always chosen in the brothels women who were much older than him, desiring only those who resembled his mother in any way. It has been said that the One-Eyed Prince's incestuous urges were so far gone that he lusted after Queen Alicent, and his cousin in his eyes was to him a younger, more beloved version of her.

Septon Eustace gives a different narrative of the affection that brought the Prince and his bride closer to each other.

Prince Aemond, though cold and stern in his demeanour, fell in love with his cousin beyond measure and spent his days and nights in her company — known for his impulsive, aggressive nature, around her he softened in an attempt to please her with his more composed manner. Servants said that his eye never left her whenever she came within his sight, and his members reacted aggressively to her sweet, warm smile with desire.

The Prince proved to be a passionate man and craved to spend every night with his bride, unable to wait until the nuptials — according to the servants' stories, however, she began to resist him, wishing to remain chaste until their wedding night. Although Prince Aemond was not renowned for his patience, he did not dare to take his future wife by force.

Otto Hightower himself quickly became convinced that his grandson's marriage to Daemon Targaryen's daughter could benefit them greatly: he wished to use her ancestry in the fight to reclaim the Riverlands and the Vale, which her father and Princess Rheanyra had subjugated. This is how their relationship is described by Septon Eustace:

Otto Hightower was quick to recognise the intelligence of his grandson's chosen one: he wished to use her skills and rather gentle nature to subdue his grandson and to reclaim Harrenhal from the hands of the Blacks.

They were united by a common desire to protect Prince Regent and the Kingdom, and Lord Hightower began to treat her as if she were his own blood, surrounding her with paternal care and concern, similar to that which he bestowed on Queen Helaena.

Mushroom similarly describes their relationship, but adds some interesting details.

Lord Otto returned to the Red Keep as a triumphant man, knowing that Prince Aemond, unlike Prince Aegon, was a man who understood logical arguments. Lord Hightower was prepared to sacrifice both his grandson and his bride to reclaim the Riverlands, knowing that if they did not achieve it, a path to the North would open up for Queen Rheanyra.

The wedding ceremony takes place a month later in the Great Sept, in the presence of hundreds of lords, their families, knights, townsfolk and smallfolk. It is known that Otto Hightower, in order to calm the mood in King's Landing, handed out food to the crowd, which led to an outburst of sudden joy. This is how the ceremony itself was described by Septon Eustace:

The bride expressed her devotion to her husband with her attire: the blue colour dominated her gown, sapphires shone in her hair and around her neck. The ladies of the court praised her beauty and young, innocent appearance, expressing sympathy that she would become the wife of a man so unpredictable and violent.

Nevertheless, Prince Aemond and his chosen one spoke the words of their vows aloud and then, to the surprise of those gathered, the Prince placed a passionate kiss on her lips, proof of his fiery desire.

The couple set off on horseback, riding through the streets of King's Landing, showered with flowers. Both Prince Aemond and his wife looked proud and content, riding side by side. When they reached the courtyard of the Red Keep, the Prince himself helped his cousin down from her mare, catching her in his arms.

The surrounding court, watching them from the sidelines, hoped that their successful union was a foreshadowing of impending peace and victory.

Mushroom also describes these events, although not as accurately, focusing on something quite different.

During the nuptials of the One-Eyed Prince and his cousin, Otto Hightower used his mischievous cunning and distributed the food given to her subjects by Queen Rheanyra before the Great Sept as a gift from his grandson and his chosen one.

Prince Aemond, on whom all the attention was finally focused, stood proudly in the temple, waiting for his bride, who arrived in the sanctuary shortly after him. The frightened girl was assaulted by a cheering crowd, and Lord Otto rushed to her aid, leading her quickly into the Sept.

After saying their vows to each other, the Prince and his wife returned to the keep to celebrate their nuptials. They walked into the Throne Room together at the head of the wedding procession and sat down behind a large table to receive greetings and gifts from those gathered.

Just as they were about to begin the great supper, Prince Aegon stepped into the hall, leaning on Larys Strong's arm — the king-usurper had demanded, probably out of sheer spite, that the whole court be allowed to watch his brother's wedding night.

“The Kingdom cannot be left without a heir,” Prince Aegon was to say, “I, because of my condition, will beget neither son nor daughter, so we must rely on my brother and his strong seed. I hope that on this night, I, as well as the rest of the court, will witness how the future Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms will be begotten.”

His sister-in-law challenged the King, answering loudly, “My husband can take me here and now, my King,” she was to say, rising from her seat, and then, with a shameless smile, she sat on the table before her husband, lifting her skirt above the line of her thighs, “I am ready to welcome him inside me from the morrow.”

The One-Eyed Prince accepted his wife's words with satisfaction — he rose from his seat, undid the buckles of his emerald tunic, untied his breeches and took her as he stood, embarrassing the King and the entire court.

It can be assumed that Mushroom was carried away by his imagination, as no one but him describes the events in this way. There were many witnesses to what took place at the time – close to the most common descriptions of what happened that night are the words of Septon Eustace.

King Aegon demanded that he, several lords, and a group of his drunken friends be allowed to watch the spectacle that was his brother's wedding night. Prince Aemond was furious and bitter, however, his wife showed the tenderness and forbearance appropriate for a woman, ensuring that her husband fulfilled his duty.

The King tried to prevent this by making humiliating remarks about his younger brother and the nature of his relationship with his mistress — however, to no avail, and his voice was eventually deafened by the moans of pleasure of the young couple, focused only on themselves.

Previous part ➽

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honestly I'm "Euron shoots down Rhaegal" level pissed about how Vhagars wings have to be so. incredibly. loud. that there is just no way that giant could sneak up on another dragon in good weather!!!

GIVE HER BACK TO ME 😭 TAKE CRISTON COLE PLEASE

[childofchaosnic74]

King Aegon II Targaryen with his son Prince Jaehaerys and Sunfyre the Golden 🔥💛

I loved to see Aegon's bond with Jaehaerys and with Sunfyre and I wish we'd gotten more of it, I imagined this little scene of Aegon taking his son to the dragonpit to see Sunfyre together and felt the need to draw it. I really hoped we'd see Aegon with Jaehaera too cause I love her to bits and can't wait to see more of her!

I absolutely love Sunfyre, he's one of my favourite dragons ever and I hope I did him justice.

This is a little different from what I usually draw, but I really liked it, hope you guys like it too!

[queenvhagar]

Instead of trying so hard to make fans think of Daenerys when they see Rhaenyra, they should have tried to insert a bit of Daenerys into every Targaryen character.

Right now it's obvious the show is trying to make Rhaenyra a Dany 2.0 and doing everything they can to link this one character to Daenerys. The amount of scenes she gets with her dragon, the idea that Syrax's eggs are somehow Daenerys' dragons and it's thanks to Rhaenyra that dragons live on... likely all due to the writers seeing "dragonriding ruling queen" for both characters and then really overly forcing the connection at all costs even if it doesn't always quite fit.

What I would have preferred is to see all of Daenerys' ancestors within her and her in them. Show all of their connections to their dragons and their joy in flying. Show all of them as quick to anger and slow to forgive. Show all of them believing in the power and superiority of their dragon blood and the inherent right of their family to rule. Show all of them willing to use fire and blood to avenge what they see as injustices and being ruthless in their pursuit of that justice. Show me how each of these characters are as Targaryen as the next and how absolutely tragic it is that within this so similar family they only saw their own differences and their own ambitions, leading to them destroying themselves and the dragons that they loved so much and that gave them so much power.

All of this means not leaning so hard on showing Rhaenyra as just like Daenerys, but showing Dany's traits in the others. Show Helaena finding freedom, power, and independence on dragonback and savoring her strong bond with Dreamfyre, which comes more easily to her as an autistic woman surrounded by people playing the unspoken game of thrones around her. Show Aegon on Sunfyre after the coronation as he wears the conqueror's crown and reminds the people of his ancestral Targaryen power and right to rule. Show their children and their hatchlings. Let Baela have her own opinions apart from her betrothed and his mother and let her be bold in expressing them. Let Rhaena learn the importance of politicking and soft power in ruling and gaining allies and the balance between hard and soft power, and let the moment she hatches Morning at the end of the war be a melancholic moment, as she finally has a dragon but now is alone in this fact as one of the last living Targaryens.

We should be able to see traces of Daenerys in all of these Targaryens, and choosing just one to try to emulate Daenerys over all the others is a misstep and minimizes the impact of this story as a dynastic civil war of a family destroying itself.

[aemondsbabe]

I've never liked to think that Aemond is evil, just someone who's been hurt too much time and time again and saw no justice for it; do you think he's evil? or that there's more to it than simply that?

episode 4 spoilers under cut

honestly, no. i don’t think he’s evil. i think GRRM, for all his faults, is quite good at writing inherently multifaceted people. i don’t really think that there are many characters from the GoT series (F&B included obviously) that i can look at and say are purely just evil. i think there are less purely evil characters on the shows.

to me, i think very genuinely that this episode is a fantastic example of brothers bickering.

bear in mind that these two brothers are inherently powerful people and they each have a dragon and it becomes more than the sibling vs sibling bickering that we’re used to but i think it’s bickering nonetheless.

aemond had no time to premeditate going after aegon at rook’s rest. he literally didn’t know he was going to be there. he didn’t know sunfyre and meleys were going to wind up locked together in a fight. he didn’t even know the blacks would send meleys.

which means it was a spur of the moment decision for him to do anything at all. and if we think back to the episode from s1 in which he loses his eye, i think we all know what happens when aemond makes spur of the moment decisions out of anger.

he calls aegon an idiot yes, but i’d also encourage literally anyone with a sibling to think back on all the times you’ve also probably called your sibling an idiot because you thought they were doing something dumb.

aegon also expresses relief when he sees vhagar, which to me says he doesn’t doubt aemond’s loyalty. i’m not saying aegon is a genius by any means, but he’s not completely stupid and if anything his emotional awareness for when people are upset with him, angry at him, and disappointed in him is probably greater than that of others.

finally, i’d really like everyone to consider how difficult it would be to aim a dragon at all especially at two other dragons who are also moving. and vhagar is big enough that if she had just gone in for a bite, she probably would’ve gotten aegon too.

i truly think they are leaving it ambiguous and open ended. i pray they’re doing that for a reason but, to me, it is ambiguous.

i’m sorry this is long, i have a lot of feelings. thank you for coming to my ted talk, i hope it makes sense.

[ewanmitchellfanatic]

This is so true😤😭😭

I'm still sad that we were not shown the desperate roar of Dreamfyre at the moment when Jaehaerys was killed, just as we were not shown that Vhagar felt pain at the moment when Aemond lost his eye. I'm also sure that Sunfyre won't be shown to us at the moment when Aegon found out about his son's death. Only Rhaenyra can have a strong emotional connection with her dragon in this show.

[gojuo]

condal will frame the small folk riot to make them look like maga trumpers on january 6 to make rhaenyra look good lmaooo

nettles isn't gonna exist, rhaenyra's not gonna order for her or addam's heads on account of being bastards, no racism, no daeron clowning on her incompetent ass, no raised taxes on the smallfolk for the lavish party she wanted to throw for joffrey's installation as prince of dragonstone while they were starving and suffering for 2 years, no lady rosby and lady stokeworth inheritance issue, no dalton grayjoy rape requirement, no maelor and jaehaera bounties, no heads lining the red keep daily which led to the people comparing her to maegor the cruel, no tyland castration, the green council beheadings isn't gonna be on her orders, no corlys in the dungeons, no daemon abandoning her to save nettles, no sunfyre special bond bc that's going to her and bum ass syrax, no mysaria telling helaena of maelor's death on orders of rhaenyra to mentally torture her some more, no throne cutting, no brothel queens, no smallfolk rising up against rhaenyra for helaena's suicide, no "dear brother, i had hoped you were dead" / "after you, you are the elder" / "i am pleased to know you remember that. it would seem we are your prisoners ... but do not think that you will hold us for long. my leal lords will find me" / "if they search the seven hells mayhaps", no justice for the smallfolk after suffering through nuclear dragon war bc they'll be like you said equated to jan 6 protesters, and alicent will definitely poison aegon herself. it's over 🤣

[sunfyrisms]

i think there is a common misconception that certain fans have regarding the bond between a rider and their dragon.

these are not poor, helpless innocent creatures who are incapable of protecting themselves. these are dragons, creatures of fire, the reason house targaryen was able to accomplish literally anything at all. they are the most dangerous creatures in westeros.

vhagar is not a helpless dragon who aemond abuses. she is not confused or scared or frightened about fighting. she is a creature of war. if she didn’t think aemond as worthy, she would have killed him. he did not steal her from rhaena, because dragons are not creatures to be ‘stolen’. aemond rides vhagar because he is worthy to be her rider, and this was deemed so by vhagar herself.

though the show truly did not do justice to the bond between aegon and sunfyre, it shines nonetheless. sunfyre happily greets his rider and nuzzles him with his snout. he lands on his wounds to protect aegon to the best of his ability.

you can hate the characters as much as you want, but using the dragons as devices to justify or fuel that hatred is… weird. aemond did not steal vhagar and he does not abuse her. aegon’s past actions do not negate his bond with sunfyre.