House of the Dragon
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What are the Targaryens fighting for, if not this vast and varied realm?
Even more High Valyrian dragon monikers are dropped into conversation.
The Baratheons of Storms End are also kin; Jocelyn Baratheon was Princess Rhaenyss mother.
Perhaps now is the moment for an interregnum like the one that bursts into the middle of this episode.
If Aemma could not have her son, Rhaenyra cannot have her daughter.
And if the mother perished under too great a strain, the daughter will persevere.
As a scene its a smash horrible and captivating.
How I wish this scene mattered more in the bounds of this story.
But why is this happening?
Crammed in here it feels like horror for horrors sake.
Why must a woman suffer to take hold of the mantle of power?
Another bold move on Rhaenyras part is that saunter through Ottos men after she lands Syrax on the ramparts.
(They do seem to share a brain in a green dreamy way.)
Rhaenyra thinks over Ottos offer for the good of her people, for the unity her father meekly preserved.
(Like Daemon, I too wondered, What the fuck is this?
A trade dispute hasyet againborne narrative fruit for a fantasy series!
(Narrator voice: No plans ever work out in Westeros.)
Which leaves Luke to hop over to Storms End, a short distance away, through a miserable rainstorm.
The error, along with Aemonds devilish jawline, will haunt her.
The Targaryens and their dragons choose one another, but in a contest of wills, the beasts win.
Serve me, Aemond bellows, but Vhagar, a war veteran, wants blood.
Even the blood of another dragon.
Chomp, Arrax is in two, and Lucerys presumably in many more pieces than that.
For all Rhaenyras control, this is too much.
One who is hell-bent on ugly, merciless revenge.
The last thing we get is her face shifting from placid to wild.
The dragons are all about to eat one another alive.
From the Ravens
The beatings will continue until morale improves!
Thats essentially Daemons management style.
He drags two members of the kings guard (why are they there?)
outside and asks them to declare for the rightful heir.
Then, wham, out comes Caraxes, red and lean and mean, just like his rider.
Is this how we inspire loyalty?
Rhaenys never kneels to Rhaenyra, hmm.
How did the Hightowers find time to sew whole new insignia in approximately 48 hours?
I will forever think of Rhaenyras finger stroking Luceryss hand as she sent him on his way.
