With a scream of frustration— hers , not the beast’s—Rhaenys wheeled Meleys around and burst through the great iron doors of the Dragonpit. The chains snapped. The gates shattered. And the Red Queen flew into the open sky, carrying the truth to Dragonstone. That night, as the green flames of celebration danced over the Red Keep, Alicent stood alone in the throne room. She looked up at the Iron Throne—her son’s throne—and saw not power, but a cage of a thousand swords.
She believed it. Or she needed to.
Alicent Hightower, the Queen Dowager, sat at her father’s side in the small council chamber. Her hands were stained with the king’s blood—she had held him as he whispered his final, fractured confession. “You must unite the realm… Prince Aegon… the Prince that was Promised.” A Casa do Dragao- 1-9 1-- Temporada - Episodio 9...
In the darkness of her chambers, she opened the locket around her neck. Inside was not her husband’s face. It was a pressed flower from the godswood. A memory of a girl reading history to a friend under a weirwood tree.
Meanwhile, the search for Aegon descended into farce. The young prince—a drunkard, a lecher, a boy who preferred the fighting pits to the throne—was found hiding in a crawlspace beneath the Dragonpit, reeking of wine and fear. With a scream of frustration— hers , not
She closed the dragon’s jaws.
For one eternal moment, Rhaenys and Meleys stared down at the usurper and his mother. The dragon’s maw opened, a furnace of orange light building in her throat. And the Red Queen flew into the open
Rhaenys saw it: not a queen, but a mother. The same look Rhaenyra would have. The same terror. The same love.
“What would you have me do?” she whispered to the ghost of Rhaenyra—the friend she had lost, the enemy she had made.
King Viserys Targaryen, the First of His Name, had passed in the night, his rotting body finally releasing its hold on the Iron Throne. But before the sun could paint the towers of King’s Landing gold, the rats began to move.
Rhaenys looked at her with cold, weary eyes. “You have already lit the fire, Alicent. You are simply too close to feel the heat.”