Rhaenyra, shaking with visible bags under her eyes, vacillating between seething and sobbing, generally seconds away from having a meltdown: this is the worst day of my fucking life my sons are dead I’m going to throw up
Daemon, directly next to her and honest to god giggling about getting to party, bully peasants, having less children to ignore, do unlimited war crimes, and stab as many people as he wants right in the living room and no one even gets mad at him this time:
Daemon got not one but THREE severed heads to play with this week, you knoooow he was gathering them up for an impromptu game of dodgeball and Rhaenyra was like “put that DOWN did you not see Alicent walk in” and he was like “gooood fine your girlfriend can play too but we both know she can’t dodge” and proceeded to hurl Otto’s head at Alicent
















