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my body is a cage -

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oh prince regent my prince regent

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I'm so normal about this (I'm really, really not)

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"The realm will suffer if Aemond One-Eye rules. You should pray you never meet him. He will cut you down soon as wish you good-day."

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prince regent aemond targaryen you will always be famous

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no, we don't fight like men....

we fight like gods.

- chelsea wolfe; fight like gods

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tis I who should be king.

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we look for horns and cloven hooves

but the Devil is so beautiful.

- we're the devils, karliene

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save me prince regent save me

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ALICENT HIGHTOWER and CRISTON COLE HOUSE OF THE DRAGON — 2.02 "Rhaenyra the Cruel"

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in the dark of my dreams, I hear you

through the door in between...I feel you -

{not real anymore; dreaming of ghosts, robert koch, fiora}

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what a fine...sweet thing.

these two are always living rent free in my mind, but especially after ep3, today feels like the perfect day to reshare my aegond playlist 🫀

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2x6is3E2Jeb1l6RJ6q2R6i?si=ZGq1raGGR_yXW-9B1LP3uA

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House of the Dragon 2.02 - “Rhaenyra the Cruel.” House of the Dragon 1.07 - “Driftmark.”

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I've said it before, I'll say it again, his beauty is unmatched. this entire scene felt like a painting, each detail evoking emotions as complimentary as they were conflicting. one moment, an intrigue. the next, a haunting. everything about this is perfection.

EWAN MITCHELL as AEMOND TARGARYEN | House of the Dragon S2E2 "I love you, Brother"

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Who Shall Give Me Grace?

She cannot meet her father's gaze.

May the Mother show her mercy, she cannot meet her father's gaze, and some part of her is certain that this, too, is a mere trifling compared to the greater penance she must pay.

In desperation, in grief did her guilt pour from her mouth, but without much meaning. He did not hear her. Perhaps he would not hear her. Is it willful ignorance, she wonders, that stops him from inquiring? Or can he truly be this blind?

He looks at her expectantly, and she finds her hand securing itself round her throat, her fingers attempting to lose themselves in the guise of her necklace, and yet finding themselves scratching like some skittish creature. All she has ever really been, in truth.

With an unsteadied breath, her eyes grow wide, almost mad in their plea. Her voice, little more than a shudder, a whisper of a shame so deep she cannot hope to find the edges of herself in its wake. It is, and always has been, all.

"I have sinned," she gasps, and her words are almost a begging. Forgive me. I cannot forgive myself, I should not forgive myself, but please, if nothing else, if no one else, please forgive me, Father. Answer me. Chastise me. Loathe me, if you wish, but first and last, forgive me.

He gives her a small, pitying smile, his voice the quietest she is sure to have ever heard. With a nod, almost meek in its making, does he answer.

"I do not wish to hear of it."

I do not wish to hear of it.

Is that not the total, aching sum of her meaning to him? That she is dear, there can be no question, but no dearer than his peace, illiterate as he likes. He will not sacrifice a moment of his mind for her. He will not share in her burdens, he refuses even to play at the father, the friend, the fool to soothe, for a mere second, her wounded brow.

Would that he did not hear her. Would that he did not know. Would that she could pretend that her pain, to him, meant anything at all.

Yet grace, if thou repent, thou canst not lacke; But who shall give thee that grace to beginne?

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This moment between Alicent and Otto hit me like a freight train, and though there are so many moments in this episode playing repeatedly in my mind, this one was the first I had to get down in words.

The final line, in italics, is from the Holy Sonnets of John Donne, a late sixteenth - early seventeenth century poet I desperately adore. I was reading Holy Sonnets - IV the other day, and this line felt so profoundly Alicent, especially seeming to resonate after this episode.

I might explore more a little later (eyeing that end Alicole scene) but for now, I'll most likely re-watch the episode and lose my mind in all the gothic suffering (I love it so much) 😭

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House of the Dragon: Season 2 Opening + References [*book/show]

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House Of The Dragon / Season 2 - A Son For A Son