Hi! I haven't really thought of this but in the book once Daemon & Rhaenyra get married, does she ever call him uncle & him niece? I'm wondering if they do in the book if they'll do in the tv show. Or do they just refer to each other as husband & wife?
Daemon, Rhaenyra , Spanish art and Sexual roleplay 🥵 God spare me for my sins 🙈🙉🙊🙇🏽♀️
I honestly don't remember what they call each other in the book. I don't think they ever mention it.
Honestly, it wouldn't bother me if they did.
Do you know the love story of Margaret of Austria and Emperor Leopold I of the Holy Germanic Empire?
Margarita is the infanta of Spain who appears in the famous painting "Las Meninas" by Diego Velázquez from 1656. In Spanish Meninas means "The Ladies-in-waiting".
She is the little blond girl 👇🏼 in the center.
Well, they were Habsburgs and they were a maternal uncle and a niece I think they were cousins too, I don't know, the family tree of the Habsburgs is practically the circle of life.
Well, he always called his wife "My only Margareta" and she always called him "Uncle".
I personally wouldn't mind Daemon referring to Rhaenyra as his "niece" and Rhaenyra referring to him as "Uncle". For the Targaryens there is nothing shameful in that and it is no secret. In fact Visenya always called Aegon her "Little Brother".
Also..God forgive me for my sins i think it would be really hot if Daemon and Rhaenyra called each other "Uncle" and "Niece". Not because I endorse incest in real life, but because it would be like some kind of naughty kink, kind of role-playing 🥵😩
Sorry about that, as I always say you are free to block me whenever you want 😔😖
que no morí todas las veces
que quise morir –que no salté del puente
ni llené las muñecas de sangre, ni
me eché a la vía, allá lejos–. Menos mal
que no até la cuerda a la viga del techo, ni
compré en la farmacia, con receta falsa,
una dosis de sueño eterno. Menos mal
que tuve miedo: de los cuchillos, de las alturas, mas
sobre todo de no morir completamente
y quedarme ahí –aún más perdida que
antes mirando sin ver–. Menos mal
que el techo fue siempre demasiado alto y
yo ridículamente pequeña para la muerte.
Si hubiese muerto una de esas veces,
no oiría ahora tu voz llamándome
en tanto escribo este poema, que puede
no parecer –pero es– un poema de amor.