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themagdalenewrites · 13 days ago

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You can disagree with me, but I fucking hate what hotd did to Aegon as a character and how fandom (and his fans too) treats him.

The show has not only made him a comedic figure, but it has also made fun of him (every time they had the chance), humiliating and diminishing him as a secondary character. It's only due to TGC's performance that Aegon has been saved to some extent.

At this point I don't agree with most people on how they view him. Even his own fans by making him pathetic, stupid, good for nothing, just a pretty face little mew mew. He can be that sometimes for fun, but no. You miss the whole point of Aegon's character if that's how you view him.

When I think of Aegon, strength is the first word that comes to mind. Internal strength to overcome everything of what happened to him. To stand up, to accept his fate, to do whatever is needed: marry his sister, take the throne, fight for the throne and take revenge. Many others would gave up, run away or die in his place, but he didn't.

Aegon didn't want any of this, but he accepted it out of a sense of duty. Despite not being perfectly suited for the role, he takes responsibility and listens to those who are more knowledgeable. He wants to end the war swiftly, desires to be loved and make an impact as a ruler.

And let's not forget that he surges to every battle without fearing for his life (it might not be the best decision for a monarch), but it's also admirable.

He loves his family. And trusts them completely.

Aegon is not a fool to laugh at or someone who simply craves violence. He is a complex character (I know people like to laught at that for some reason) and, instead of constantly fighting for sides on who's more right or wrong, or "who's pretty/who's not", I wish fans would rather analyze and understand the nuances of his character and what he could have become with better writing.

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themagdalenewrites · 2 months ago

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WIP of Chapter 1 of “Daughter of Bronze and Fire” (title is also a WIP)

[I’m still working on this atm, her name is undecided, if anyone has any ideas please let me know]

The young woman awoke with the rising sun, stretched and stood up bracing for the cold of the stone floor beneath her warm feet. Her long black-brown hair tumbled down her back and she rubbed sleep from her eyes, the rain outside already pattering against the shutters and window panes, the stained glass windows casting low colourful light around her chambers.

“My lady,” called her chambermaid “your toilette is ready”

“Thank you, Jayne” replied —, her voice groggy yet low and melodic, she pulled a wool and silk robe over her chemise and stuffed her feet into leather slippers which had been warmed by the fire, she walked over to the bowl of warm water and a towel and washed her face, then her hands and feet. She sat and let her chambermaid brush and braid her long hair, a simple maiden’s braid spun around to form a bun decorated with a gold pin at the base of her head. Her dress, a simple but elegant gown of sapphire blue was pulled over her chemise and the laces at the sides of her arms were fastened then a jeweled and embroidered tunic dress was pulled over, her shoulders exposed and laces covered. Her sleeves billowed out to contain ringed hands and her late mother’s necklace of gold and topaz was placed on her neck. Her aunt, Queen Alicent had invited her to the Red Keep and a long day of travel was ahead. She affixed a simple white veil with a pin to her head, the silk hanging loosely around her face and shoulders whilst her chambermaid applied her lip and cheek rouge, finishing it off with some black kohl from Dorne around her brown eyes.

“You look beautiful m’lady” said Jayne, her soft blue eyes warm with affection

“Thanks to you Jayne,” — smiled “I just hope my father thinks the same”, the memory of her father was a shaky one but she knew that he had always disapproved of her, Daemon Targaryen was a proud man and his daughter was his biggest disappointment. “Is the carriage ready?”

“Yes m’lady but you should eat, we have a long day ahead of us” Jayne urged

“Maybe later, my nerves as they are would make me feel queasy if I tried to eat,” she replied, smoothing her clammy hands down her dress, her Targaryen family never ceasing to bring anxiety to her. As she looked around her chambers, she said her mother’s house’s motto to herself “I am a Royce and we remember”. So deep was her desire for her father’s affection and love that she had to remember the infraction he had committed against her and her father, the painful memory of her mother’s skull caved in still haunted her. She had been so disconnected from her father’s family that she often forgot she herself was a Targaryen and not a Royce like her mother. She gave herself one last look in her gilded mirror, she had grown into a beautiful woman she admitted to herself, her angular face, brown eyes and full lips held and set with pride. “Mother, guide me, Father, protect me, Smith, strengthen me” she prayed. She left her room and shut the heavy wooden door behind her as she raced to the courtyard, her hound Brunnhilde racing behind her.

“We’re going on an adventure Brunnhilde,” she laughed, ruffling behind the dog’s brindled ears.

“Hello my dear,” the low voice of her cousin Yohn rumbled behind her, “hello Yohn, how did you sleep?” She replied, a warm smile beaming at her cousin, “with much difficulty, I confess, I’m reluctant to see you go,” he replied gruffly, “I know Yohn, I am reluctant to go myself but the Queen herself summoned me,” she said, “now now, don’t be getting too big for your boots” Yohn laughed, pinching her cheeks as she batted his hand away to no avail. “Visit your mother before you leave,” Yohn said, “I will,” she said, her smile fading slightly.

Stalking across the courtyard, she pushed the gate to the family crypt open with a loud creak and taking the torch hung on the wall, descended the stairs into the dark stillness below. She walked along a thousand generations of Royces from when they were bronze kings until she found her mother’s tomb, her face engraved into the wall and their motto “We Remember” beneath it. Tears pricked at —’s eyes as she traced the outline of her mother’s face, her own being the mirror image of it, perhaps a small comfort that she need not face the image of her mother’s killer daily.

“I won’t let you down Mama, I promise” a tear hitting the cold floor beneath her as she took a candle from the wall of the crypt and lit it with the torch, “I’ll make him pay for what he did to us” she vowed. Offering a silent prayer to the Stranger, she wiped her cheeks and kissed her mother’s stone cheek and left the crypt, her eyes squinting as she adjusted to the bright light. The rain had stopped and the sun shone radiantly, a good omen she thought as Brunnhilde leapt into the carriage, “Yohn,” she called out, “I trust you to take good care of Rhinestone whilst I’m gone,” “of course I will, cousin, enjoy King’s Landing,” he replied while he helped her into the carriage. “Gods be with you, Lady — Targaryen,” her cousin said as the carriage pulled away.

#pro team green #aegon x oc #daemon x rhea #fix it fic

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