A Casa Do Dragao- — 1-9 1-- Temporada - Episodio 9...

Alicent stepped forward, arms spread wide, shielding her son. Not with a sword. Not with a spell. But with her own body.

Not in fire—but in . Meleys the Red Queen, the swiftest dragon in the realm, burst from the ground in a shower of rubble and dust. The crowd screamed. The kingsguard drew their swords. Aegon stumbled, his crown nearly falling from his head.

Alicent gripped his face, her nails biting into his cheeks. “It doesn’t matter what you want. It is your duty. Your father’s last wish.” A Casa do Dragao- 1-9 1-- Temporada - Episodio 9...

“I cannot release you,” Alicent whispered, her voice trembling. “But I will not have you killed. Rhaenyra will start a war. I want to prevent it.”

Otto did not flinch. He gave a single nod. Ser Criston Cole, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, moved with the speed of a viper. The old lord’s head struck the table. Once. Twice. Blood pooled on the carved dragon map of Westeros. No one else spoke. Alicent stepped forward, arms spread wide, shielding her son

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.

Rhaenys looked at her with cold, weary eyes. “You have already lit the fire, Alicent. You are simply too close to feel the heat.” But with her own body

A shiver ran through the room. Lord Beesbury, old and loyal to Rhaenyra, protested. His voice cracked with outrage. “Princess Rhaenyra is the heir!”