#that's why aegon should have looked FUNNY sitting on sunfyre's back

[manderleyfire]

i think ryan condal likes aegon tbh!

that's why people compare him to a fucking joffrey, because hotd showrunner likes aegon. righhhhhht

[cruciomee]

Why do you like the Greens so much. You seem very kind and it’s weird to me you like the clear villains/usurpers of the story (especially because they die out).

Honestly, I would normally be upset at this kind of question simply because I hate discourse. I am a people pleaser & in my heart I want everyone to be happy in the fandom. So normally, I would ignore this but not gonna lie. This question was kind of funny.

First & foremost, I was really neutral before I joined Twitter. I did not care about the silly who has more right to rule nonsense. I read fire and blood before the show came & the only thing I was looking forward to was “The Battle Above the Gods Eye” & Sunfyre coming back (because that dragon comes back!) Characters on both sides were equally interesting, but also equally boring for me. It was a specific part of the fandom on twitter to turn me so team green

On a sheer engagement level I have found that anything I draw with team black does not get very much interaction. You would think that ifRhaenyra is the most popular character in the show, if you draw something of her you will get some from of engagement but that is most definitely not the case. so sometimes I wonder if she actually has fans or is this fandom just full of people looking for a fight & use her as their excuse. Either way, I like drawing team black characters but what’s the point if no one wants to actually see it.

Now onto my personal opinions, I like my favorite characters to suffer. I hate cookie cutter happy go lucky stuff. The better a character is made to seem the more I don’t care about them. They become extremely boring to me. Im someone who likes a messy character. The more toxic the person the better. just because I like that kind of character doesn’t mean it has any effect on me as an actual person. fiction is not the same as reality! I don’t like discord in reality, but I love it in fiction! I hate toxicity in reality, but I love it in fiction! Aegon ii is a pathetic trashcan & I love to see him suffer. I can’t wait to see him burnt & broken! I also can’t wait to see him force himself off of Milk of the poppy & for his dragon to come back to him against all odds. I’m so ready to see his death, he needs to be alone & miserable. The fact I’m a kind person who honestly loves drawing kids & family interactions more than anything has nothing to do with what I want to see/read. I read some crazy toxic fanfic & the character I like the most is always the one getting emotionally destroyed in them. Everyone has their thing that they are into & I would never judge them so why should you judge me for liking a bunch of miserable losers who wear green in a show about dragons fighting for no good reason other than on who has more privilege to sit on a metal chair made of swords.

[raya-rhaenyra-ahsoka]

House of the Dragon Ep. 6: The Princess and the Queen, a Summary (Incorrect Quotes Edition)

SPOILERS AHEAD!

Rhaenyra: *gives birth to her 3rd baby boy*

Servant: Princess, Queen Ali said the baby should be brought to her now.

Rhaenyra: Wtf I literally just gave birth. Why?

Servant: Idk, princess.

Rhaenyra: That bitch.

Rhaenyra: Fine, but I'll take him myself.

Midwife: But princess-

Rhaenyra: Stfu and help me get dressed.

. . . . .

Laenor: *excited* Hey, I just heard. It’s a boy?

Rhaenyra: *walks off carrying the baby* Yes.

Laenor: Wait, where tf are you going?

Rhaenyra: Queen Ali wants to see him.

Laenor: Now?

Rhaenyra: Apparently.

Laenor: *takes her arm* I’m coming with you.

Laenor: So, was it painful?

Rhaenyra: You did not just ask me that.

Laenor: What did that bitch possibly want?

Rhaenyra: Who knows.

Rhaenyra: *nearly falls, still too weak from childbirth*

Laenor: That’s it. We’re turning back. That bitch can come to us.

Rhaenyra: Not unless you can carry me down those fucking stairs.

Laenor: …

Laenor: Dammit, let’s just go.

. . . . .

Criston: Princess, Queen Ali’s waiting for you.

Rhaenyra and Laenor: *enters the queen’s chambers*

Alicent: Omfg Rhae-Rhae, you should be in bed, you just gave birth.

Rhaenyra: Oh, sure that’s what you wanted.

Alicent: You need to sit.

Rhaenyra: Nope.

Alicent, to a Servant: Get the princess a cushion.

Viserys: *walks in with all smiles* Such a lovely morning!

Laenor: Ah, yes, my king.

Viserys: So, where is he? Where’s my grandbaby?

Laenor: *brings the baby to Viserys*

Viserys: *takes the baby* Omfg he’s so cute!

Viserys: *in baby voice* You’ll be a fearsome knight someday, yes, you will.

Alicent: So, what’s his name?

Rhaenyra: Actually, we haven’t-

Laenor: Joffrey.

Alicent: Not a common name for a Velaryon.

Viserys: I think he has his Dad’s nose.

Rhaenyra and Laenor:

Laenor: Uh, I think Rhae-Rhae should rest now.

Alicent: *takes baby Joffrey from Viserys and coos at him*

Viserys: *takes Rhae-Rhae’s hand* Well done, my baby girl. I hope it wasn’t that hard.

Rhaenyra: I think I called the midwife a cunt.

Viserys: *looks absolutely proud of his baby girl*

Rhaenyra: *kisses and hugs Viserys*

Alicent: I think you should keep trying, Laenor. Maybe you’ll get another baby that actually looks like you. *winky face*

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: So, you didn’t think to ask me what you should name my baby?

Laenor: He’s our baby.

Rhaenyra: Bitch, only one of us is bleeding.

Laenor: I think should have a say in the decisions in my own family.

Rhaenyra: Oh, really? Then maybe you should be more involved.

. . . . .

Jacaerys: Mommy, look!

Jacaerys: *shows them a dragon egg*

Lucerys: We chose an egg for our new baby bro.

Rhaenyra: Oh, that’s perfect! Well done, boys.

Harwin: *helps Rhae-Rhae sit*

Jacaerys: I let Lukey here choose.

Lucerys: Thanks, Jacey.

Harwin: I escorted them.

Rhaenyra: Ah, my hubby and I thanks you, Commander.

Harwin: So, another boy, huh?

Laenor: Yes, he’s going to make a fine knight one day.

Harwin: Can I carry him?

Laenor: Sure. *hands him baby Joffrey*

Harwin: *takes the baby* Oh, he’s so cute!

Lucerys, to Laenor: Daddy, can I hold baby Joff?

Laenor: No, no, you both should be in the Dragonpit.

Laenor: *leaves with Jacaerys and Lucerys*

. . . . .

Dragonkeeper: You must make the dragon your bitch. Like Prince Aegon did with Sunfyre. Once you do, they will only follow your every word.

Jacaerys: *excited* Can I say the thing?

Jacaerys: Vermax, dracarys!

Aemond: *lowkey jealous*

Vermax: *burns sheep the eats it*

Aegon, to Aemond: Lil’ bro, we have a surprise for you.

Aemond: What is it?

Lucerys: Something cool!

Aegon: So, since you’re the only one of us without a dragon.

Aemond: *still lowkey jealous* Uh, huh, sure.

Aegon: We feel bad, so we found one for you.

Aemond: Really? A dragon? How? When? What?

Aegon: Thank the gods, bro.

Lucerys: *guides a pig with fake wings*

Aegon and Lucerys: Behold! The Pink Dread!

Aegon, Jacaerys, and Lucerys: LMAO

Aegon: Now, first flights are always rough, so be careful.

Aegon: *immitates pig noises*

Aemond: Wtf! Shit’s not funny!

Aemond: *ventures below the dragonpit*

Aemond: *nearly gets torched by a dragon*

Aemond: *runs for his life*

. . . . .

Helaena: *talks about bugs*

Alicent: *pretends to be interested*

Kingsguard: *brings in Aemond*

Alicent: Aemond, wtf did you do?

Helaena: Omfg, he did it again.

Alicent: Don’t make me lock you in your room, young man! You’ve been warned several times!

Aemond: But mommy, they made me do it!

Alicent: I know your obsession with dragons is-

Aemond: They gave me a pig!

Alicent: What?

Aemond: They said they found me a dragon, but it was a pig.

Alicent: Baby, listen to me. You will have a dragon one day.

Helaena: He’ll have to close an eye. *foreshadowing*

Alicent: I know it. Just trust.

Aemond: *about to cry* They all laughed.

Alicent: *hugs Aemond* It’s okay, baby.

. . . . .

Alicent: They made fake wings and a tail.

Viserys: *still building his Lego diorama of King’s Landing* And he fell for it?

Alicent: Wtf did you expect? He’s still a kid.

Viserys: So he thought they just found some random dragon, brought it to the dragonpit just to show it to him?

Alicent: Your grandsons are bitches.

Viserys: They’re all children.

Alicent: I’m serious, they’re fucked up. And I’m not surprised.

Viserys: You sure Aegon didn’t team up with them?

Alicent: ….

Alicent: I’m still wondering why their eggs even hatched.

Viserys: Wtf do you mean? They’re Rhae-Rhae’s kids.

Alicent: Oh, you know why.

Viserys: No, I don’t.

Alicent: Vis, honey.

Viserys, to the servant: gtfo and come back later.

Servant: *leaves*

Alicent: I told you this before, but you told not never speak of it. 1 kid like that could be a mistake, but 3? That’s an insult! To the throne, to you, to the Velaryons, and to Laenor. Idk what kind of record Rhae-Rhae’s going for, honestly.

Viserys: *tries to explain how the dominant and recessive genes in Genetics work*

Alicent: But do you know? Did you see it happen?

Viserys: *still in denial* That is a vile accusation and you have no proof.

Alicent: …

Viserys: Never speak of this shit again.

. . . . .

Alicent: Am I going crazy, Crispy? Am I dreaming?

Criston: Calm down, Queen Ali.

Alicent: Rhae-Rhae walks around like it’s not a big deal and expects everyone else to deny shit when we can clearly fucking see it!

Criston: …

Alicent: And the king-

Criston: Is in denial.

Alicent: He is so in denial. And it’s like he’s even tolerating it.

Criston: Princess Rhae-Rhae is the kind of person who always gets what she wants and gets away with things because her daddy is always there to defend her. Talk about some spoiled-ass bitch.

Alicent: *gasps* Crispy! That’s way too far.

Criston: Sorry. I’m still mad at her.

Alicent: We have to believe honor and decency will always win.

. . . . .

Aegon: *playing by the window, nakey* 😉

Alicent: So, who’s idea was it, hmm?

Aegon: Oh, shit! *covers himself*

Alicent: Answer me.

Aegon: It was the two of them.

Alicent: Aemond is your baby bro.

Aegon: Well, he’s a fucking idiot.

Alicent: We are family. You may poke fun of him at home, but out there we must defend our own.

Aegon: It was just some silly prank. It’s not a big deal.

Alicent: You think Rhae-Rhae’s sons will be your playmates forever?

Aegon: …

Alicent: When the time comes, your sister, Rhae-Rhae will be queen and her son, Jacey will be the heir.

Aegon: Yeah, so?

Alicent: Omfg, you are so slow. Wtf.

Alicent: If that happens, you and your baby sis and bro’s lives could be forfeit.

Aegon: Then I’ll stay out of her way and not challenge her, I guess-

Alicent: *cups Aegon’s face* No, wtf! You are the challenge, Aegon! Your fucking existence alone is the challenge!

Aegon: Wtf Mom.

Alicent: You’re the king’s firstborn son. Everyone knows someday you will be our king.

Aegon: But what about-

Alicent: Get dressed.

. . . . .

Daemon, flying on Caraxes: *shows flying exhibition* Weeeeee!

Laena, flying on Vhagar: *shows flying exhibition* Weeeeee!

. . . . .

Daemon, Laena, Baela, and Rhaena: *eats dinner with the Prince of Pentos*

Reggio, the prince of Pentos: I have a proposal to make.

Laena: Wait, lemme guess. You wish to marry one of our daughters?

Baela: *lowkey panics* Wait, what?

Reggio: I don’t think I would deserve the honor, my lady. Btw, I think you should stay here in Pentos and this house will be my gift to you, and its surrounding lands.

Laena: *not having it*

Daemon: Interesting, go on.

Laena: Wtf

Reggio: The Triarchy is stirring with an alliance with Dorne. And you have 3 dragons, and maybe 4 in the future? My goal is to protect Pentos from the Triarchy. Aid us like Aegon and I will shower you with anything you want.

Laena: Uh, your excellence, we are merely travellers. We’re not here to stay permanently.

Daemon, to Laena: Babe, I’ll handle this.

Daemon, to Reggio: It’s a nice offer, we’ll consider it.

Laena: WTF WTF WTF

. . . . .

Daemon: *teaching Rhaena to read*

Laena: Babe, we need to talk.

Rhaena: *stands and kisses Daemon on his cheek* Good night, daddy.

Laena: You’re considering the offer? Wtf

Daemon: We have a good life here, right? We can do anything we want. Where we’re welcomed with open arms.

Laena: And be their guests forever.

Daemon: I know, away from the responsibilities, the political scheming, all that shit about loyalties and succession and-

Laena: Daemon, they are clearly using us.

Daemon: Babe, it’s fine. We have dragons, they have gold. It’s a win-win sitch!

Laena: We are more than this, Daemon. We are the blood of Old Valyria, we don’t belong here.

Daemon: Valyria is gone. We don’t belong anywhere.

Daemon: *kisses Laena’s belly*

Laena: I want our kid to be born on Driftmark, and our daughters raised in our homeland with their family. And when I die, I want to die a dragonrider’s death, not in somewhere else.

Daemon: …

Laena: Wtf

. . . . .

Aegon, Aemond, Jacaerys, and Lucerys: *training in the yard*

Viserys, to Lyonel: Ah, this is the life. My kids and grandkids learning and training together. They’re gonna be bffs.

Lyonel: Hopefully, my king.

Criston: Prince Aegon, focus.

Aegon: My practice dummy is dead. Lol.

Criston: Ok, then I’ll give you a new opponent, ME.

Criston: Come now, you and your bro. Let’s go.

Criston: *beats the shit out of Aegon and Aemond*

Harwin, to Jacaerys and Lucerys: Come on, boys. Weapons up.

Harwin: Hey, Crispy, maybe you should let the other two fight as well?

Criston: Excuuuuuuse me? Are you questioning my methods?

Harwin: I’m saying you shouldn’t play favorites.

Criston: Ok, Jace, you and Aegon. Spar. Eldest against eldest.

Aegon and Jacaerys: *practice sparring*

Aegon: *defeats Jace*

Harwin: *steps in and grabs Aegon*

Criston: Dude, that’s the prince.

Harwin: Wtf are you teaching them, Coleslaw?

Criston: Hmm, it’s kinda odd. Why are you so interested in the princes’ training? Most guys only have that kind of devotion to a cousin, or a brother…or a son.

Harwin: That’s it, Coleslaw. You asked for this.

Harwin: *beats the shit out of Crispy Coleslaw*

Everyone in the fucking Universe:

Harwin: HOW DARE YOU? HOW FUCKING DARE YOU! SAY IT AGAIN, YOU SON OF A BITCH!

Criston: I fucking knew it.

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: *cooing baby Joffrey*

Servant: *enters* Princess, there’s been an incident in the yard.

Rhaenyra: *goes through the secret doorway in her room*

Rhaenyra: *eavesdrops on Harwin and Lyonel arguing*

Lyonel: It’s so shameful.

Harwin: Your shame.

Lyonel: Our shame, Harwin! On the whole of House Strong!

Harwin: All because I beat the shit out of that bitch-ass Coleslaw?

Lyonel: He’s a knight of the Kingsguard!

Harwin: Wtf am I supposed to do? He assaulted Prince Jacaerys, the heir to the throne.

Lyonel: Wtf were you even thinking? This puts us in hot water. Accusations of an uglier treachery.

Harwin: And what is that?

Lyonel: Don’t fuck with me, boy! Your…intimacy with Princess Rhae-Rhae is an offense that would mean exile and death for you, for her and the kids!

Harwin: And you really believe some juicy, coincidental gossip? Come on, Dad. That’s obviously hot tea spread by her rivals.

Lyonel: People aren’t blind, Harwin. They can see. Even the king is in denial.

Harwin: I wish you were the same.

Lyonel: Bitch, wtf did you think I was doing all these years? And today, you attacked a kingsguard in from of everyone to defend your…

Harwin: Dad, you have your honor and I have mine.

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: *hears distant singing*

Laenor: *enters with ser Qarl.*

Laenor: *obviously drunk af* Oh, hi wifey.

Rhaenyra: Where tf have you been?

Laenor: Out with Qarl.

Laenor: *concerned* Oh, are you ok?

Rhaenyra: Ser Qarl, do you mind if I can speak to my husband please?

Qarl: Of course, Princess. *leaves*

Laenor: Btw, the war in the Stepstones is at it again, Rhae-Rhae. Qarl told me. It’s about damn time, really. I miss going out to battle.

Laenor: *continues mumbling nonsense*

Rhaenyra: Are you insane? Do you even know what’s happening around here while you were drinking in Flea Bottom? There’s hot tea floating around, Laenor. Questions about our son’s parentage. Disgusting slurs.

Laenor: Slurs, are they?

Rhaenyra: Wtf, they are our sons! Yours and mine! And their Dad will not leave them now to go out drinking through the Narrow sea, wiggling his sword, and giving sailors winky face!

Laenor: Hey, I’m a knight and a warrior. I played my part here for 10 years. I think I deserve some reward-

Rhaenyra: Bitch, please! You’ve been getting rewards the entire time you’re here! Bought finest horses, drank expensive wines, and fucked the hottest boys. That’s the agreement. I didn’t ask you for anything. But, you shouldn’t leave your post when the storm lashes.

Laenor: Actually, you should flee the storm as it gathers.

Rhaenyra: Fine. I command you to remain at my side.

Laenor: Ugh, fine.

. . . . .

Rhaena: *craddling a dragon egg by the fire*

Laena: It’s been 8 years, baby. Most of them never hatch.

Rhaena: *worried* Would they let me stay here?

Laena: Who?

Rhaena: The Prince of Pentos.

Laena: …

Rhaena: Clearly, he wants you, and daddy, and Baela because you have dragons. But I don’t.

Laena: Oh, baby. There are many ways to bind yourself to a dragon. I didn’t have one until I was 15. And now I ride Vhagar, the largest in the world. Baella’s dragon was born to her, but in your case, you’ll have to claim your right. Your daddy would say the same.

. . . . .

Daemon: *smiles when he saw Laena approaching*

Laena: Babe, Laenor has written. He says he and Rhae-Rhae have another son.

Daemon: Did your bro mentioned that this kid also resembles Harwin.

Laena: *snorts* I think he left that out.

Laena: *sighs* I miss my brother, Daemon. I know you miss yours, too.

Daemon: Actually, I miss the wine.

Laena: Do you not miss home.

Daemon: Nope.

Laena: Babe, you obviously praised the things here in Pentos, but you don’t want any of it. Because if you did, you’d get out there in the city and explore instead of reading the same books in the library.

Daemon: Oh, wow. Didn’t know you were watching me.

Laena: You don’t even sleep.

Daemon: How can I when you’re meticulously watching my every move?

Laena: I know life has disappointed you. Maybe I’m not the wife you even wished for.

Daemon: Laena…

Laena: It’s ok. I’ve made my peace. But you’re more than this, Daemon.

. . . . .

Tyland: Uh, there’s a problem again in the Stepstones.

Viserys: Wtf, not this again.

Jasper: Btw, where is Prince Daemon? Didn’t he won a battle there?

Alicent: That was 10 years ago and he had left it undefended.

Rhaenyra: Actually, we left it undefended, Queen Ali. There should be an army there or-

Alicent: Yeah, but we can’t afford it.

Everyone in the council: *awkward silence*

Alicent: I think we should adjourn.

Rhaenyra: Wait, I wanna say something.

Alicent: Go on.

Rhaenyra: I have felt the tension between our families, Queen Ali. And if I did something wrong, I’m sorry. But we are one house, and way before that, we were besties. Btw, my son Jacaerys will inherit the throne after me so I suggest we betroth him to your daughter, Helaena. You know, let them rule together.

Viserys: *smiles* Ah, that’s a great proposal, Rhae-Rhae. I like it.

Rhaenyra: Another thing, if Syrax lays more eggs, Aemond can pick one to be his.

Alicent: Uh, Rhae-Rhae. *eyes shift to her chest*

Rhaenyra: *sees the problem and covers her chest* Oh, sorry.

Viserys: Oh, Rhae-Rhae, a dragon’s egg is a handsome gift.

Alicent: The king and I will think about your offer, Rhae-Rhae. But he must rest now.

. . . . .

Alicent: Oh, how sweet the fox speaks when she’s cornered by hounds.

Viserys: She’s sincere.

Alicent: She’s desperate. Now, she expects me to marry my only daughter to one of her…sons.

Viserys: It’s a great proposal. We’re a family, we shouldn’t be fighting.

Alicent: You can do whatever you want when I’m dead.

Alicent: *walks out*

Viserys: Ali!

. . . . .

Viserys: *sits in his comfy chair*

Alicent: *tends to him*

Lyonel: *enters the king’s chambers*

Alicent: The king is resting.

Viserys: I will see him.

Lyonel: My king.

Alicent: So, what is this about, ser Lyonel?

Lyonel: I’m resigning as Hand of the King.

Viserys: What?

Lyonel: My son Harwin has disgraced himself in the yard this morning.

Viserys: That was unfortunate, but he’s been expelled from the city watch. That’s punishment enough, right?

Lyonel: Uh, no, my king.

Viserys: *stands* I don’t understand.

Lyonel: There’s a shadow over my house and it’s dark. So dark that serving you faithfully will still not make amends for it.

Viserys: What is this shadow? Name it then.

Alicent: Yeah, say it.

Lyonel: I cannot.

Viserys: Then no, I will not accept it. You will continue serving as Hand.

Lyonel: Alright, then I want a leave. I’ll take my son out of court and back to the family seat at Harrenhal. He’s my heir and will be the lord of the castle one day.

Viserys: Ok, I’ll give you that.

Lyonel: *bows and leaves*

. . . . .

Larys: I started without you, Queen Ali. I’m sorry.

Alicent: It’s ok, my lord.

Larys: Btw, it’s my duty to tell you the latest tea happening in the castle. So, my dad went to see the king, right?

Alicent: He wanted to resign, but the king said no.

Larys: So he didn’t mention the things my big bro did?

Alicent: Not the truth, besides the outburst in the yard with ser Crispy.

Larys: Well, you expect the king to send his own daughter to exile?

Servant: *enters*

Alicent: Talya, gtfo.

Servant: *leaves*

Larys: He’s in denial. Surely, you would-

Alicent: Nope, not me.

Alicent: Your dad is escorting your bro back to Harrenhal. So he could watch over his seat while your dad is hand.

Larys: The hand is compromised by the acts of his son. And my dad can’t give objective cousel to the king.

Alicent: *sighs* I wish my dad were here. He’d always speak the truth. If he was still the Hand-

Larys: Can’t say that your dad would be impartial to this.

Alicent: No, he’d be partial to me!

Alicent: *sighs* Why is no one on my side?

Larys: *thoughts* Interesting.

. . . . .

Larys: *hires criminals sentenced by hanging*

Larys: *offers them mercy by their cutting their tongues instead*

. . . . .

Laena: *attempts to give birth but the baby won’t come out*

Aide, to Daemon: The baby won’t come. I’m sorry, my prince.

Daemon: …

Aide: I could do a C-section, but I’m not sure if the baby will live.

Daemon: Would the mom survive?

Aide: No.

Daemon: Then no.

. . . . .

Laena: *walks to Vhagar*

Laena: Vhagar, dracarys!

Vhagar: Bitch, what?

Laena: *kneels in front of Vhagar* Dracarys!

Vhagar: I’m so confused right now.

Laena: Dracarys!

Vhagar: What? No! I can’t! I won’t!

Laena: Dracarys!

Vhagar: But-

Laena: Dracarys!

Vhagar: *about to spit dragonfire*

Laena: *readies herself*

Daemon: Laena!

Vhagar: *spits dragonfire*

Daemon: WTF NOOOOO

. . . . .

Harwin, to Jacaerys and Lucerys: Be good to your Mom, boys. I’ll visit when I can. I’ll return soon.

Harwin: *kisses baby Joff* I’ll be a stranger when we meet again.

Harwin: *leaves*

Rhaenyra: Don’t worry, Jacey. We’ll be sending texts via ravens. Won’t that be fun?

Jacaerys: Mommy, is Harwin Strong my dad? Am I a bastard?

Rhaenyra: *thoughts* Oh, shit! He’s on to me now. Quick say something smart.

Rhaenyra: What? Baby, of course, not. You are a Targaryen and that’s all that matters.

. . . . .

Laenor: *spars with his new bf*

Rhaenyra: Laenor, a word.

Laenor: So, I guess he’s gone.

Rhaenyra: We need to leave this place.

Laenor: What about your offer? Of Jace and Helaena?

Rhaenyra: I’m tired of all the gossip and all the accusation. And now, it’s affecting the boys.

Laenor: Ok, so to Dragonstone then?

Rhaenyra: We should’ve left years ago.

Laenor: What about your position? You always said if you weren’t here, your stepmom would manipulate your dad.

Rhaenyra: A wise man once said that you should flee the storm as it gathers. Also, you can bring your new bf. We’ll need anyone who can fight.

. . . . .

Harrenhal: *on fire*

Lyonel and Harwin: *dies in the fire*

. . . . .

Rhaenyra and her fam: *arrives in Dragonstone*

. . . . .

Viserys: *sad because Rhae-Rhae left*

Viserys: *cries and kisses his late wife Aemma’s ring*

. . . . .

Baela and Rhaena: *cries*

Daemon: Don’t worry, my dears. Daddy’s here.

. . . . .

Alicent: They’re dead. Your dad and your bro.

Larys: Well, you know the stories about Harrenhal. It’s cursed place.

Alicent: So you-you passed judgment.

Larys: No, I fulfilled a wish of the queen. Maybe you’ll write to your dad now?

Alicent: *panics* Larys, I didn’t wish for this.

Larys: Oh, come on. Your dad gets to be Hand again and I get to be Lord of Harrenhal. It’s a win-win sitch.Two birds with one stone. Awesome, right?

Alicent: WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF

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It took me a while, sorry. I’m still having mixed feelings about ep.6. I’m not mad about the 10-year time jump, my issue mostly why they didn’t show more of a developed relationship of Rhaenyra and Harwin, and Daemon and Laena. Especially since, there’s not much interaction from where we left off in ep.5. Also, I prefer Laena’s death in the show rather than how it’s written in the books. It seemed like she was in control of herself and freely chose how she would go. I also personally think King Vis would die in ep.8 or 9, just because in the GoT pattern, most of the important people die on those eps. Nevertheless, I can’t want for ep.7!