I’ve been rereading Game of Thrones during my doctor waiting room times, and recently I came across this bit:
She could feel the heat inside her, a terrible burning in her womb. Her son was tall and proud, with Drogo's copper skin and her own silver-gold hair, violet eyes shaped like almonds. And he smiled for her and began to lift his hand toward hers, but when he opened his mouth the fire poured out. She saw his heart burning through his chest, and in an instant he was gone, consumed like a moth by a candle, turned to ash.
I wondered if it might foreshadow Dany witnessing or causing Aegon/Young Griff to burn to death in the fight for the throne. Presumably Aegon/Young Griff would have darker skin from his Dornish heritage, and silver hair once the blue dye is washed out. What are your thoughts ?
I do think you are on to something there, and that the image of the burning heart in particular underlines the parallel to Stannis and his Azor Ahai prophecy (of the steel-tempering heart). There is a continuum of familial murder in Stannis' story. He kills his brother, he would have killed his nephew, he will kill his child. All under his banner of the flaming heart.
Dany is only a bystander in her brother's death, and her son's life wasn't intentionally traded - but still within this dream you quote she finds herself already moving past this grief on her path toward her dragon identity, urged on by her silver-haired ancestors.
She saw his heart burning through his chest, and in an instant he was gone, consumed like a moth by a candle, turned to ash. She wept for her child, the promise of a sweet mouth on her breast, but her tears turned to steam as they touched her skin.
"… want to wake the dragon …"
Ghosts lined the hallway, dressed in the faded raiment of kings. In their hands were swords of pale fire. They had hair of silver and hair of gold and hair of platinum white, and their eyes were opal and amethyst, tourmaline and jade. "Faster," they cried, "faster, faster." She raced, her feet melting the stone wherever they touched. "Faster!" the ghosts cried as one, and she screamed and threw herself forward. A great knife of pain ripped down her back, and she felt her skin tear open and smelled the stench of burning blood and saw the shadow of wings. And Daenerys Targaryen flew. [...]
Dany released her wrist. My son is dead, she thought as Jhiqui left the tent. She had known somehow. She had known since she woke the first time to Jhiqui's tears. No, she had known before she woke. Her dream came back to her, sudden and vivid, and she remembered the tall man with the copper skin and long silver-gold braid, bursting into flame.
She should weep, she knew, yet her eyes were dry as ash. She had wept in her dream, and the tears had turned to steam on her cheeks. All the grief has been burned out of me, she told herself. She felt sad, and yet … she could feel Rhaego receding from her, as if he had never been.
Ser Jorah and Mirri Maz Duur entered a few moments later, and found Dany standing over the other dragon's eggs, the two still in their chest. It seemed to her that they felt as hot as the one she had slept with, which was passing strange.
(AGOT, Daenerys IX)
Dany has lost her brother and her son, but we know what she clings to above all. She always tells us.
The copper-skinned lord shows up again in the HOTU prophecy.
Then phantoms shivered through the murk, images in indigo. Viserys screamed as the molten gold ran down his cheeks and filled his mouth. A tall lord with copper skin and silver-gold hair stood beneath the banner of a fiery stallion, a burning city behind him. Rubies flew like drops of blood from the chest of a dying prince, and he sank to his knees in the water and with his last breath murmured a woman's name. . . . mother of dragons, daughter of death . . . Glowing like sunset, a red sword was raised in the hand of a blue-eyed king who cast no shadow. A cloth dragon swayed on poles amidst a cheering crowd. From a smoking tower, a great stone beast took wing, breathing shadow fire. . . . mother of dragons, slayer of lies . . . Her silver was trotting through the grass, to a darkling stream beneath a sea of stars. A corpse stood at the prow of a ship, eyes bright in his dead face, grey lips smiling sadly. A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness. . . . mother of dragons, bride of fire . . .
(ACOK, Daenerys IV)
This entire passage is brimming with imagery related to false promises and prophecies leading her family members to doom. (I count Stannis among them.) The people cheer the cloth dragon but the real thing is a portent of death and destruction, kinslaying and self-destruction.
That copper-skinned lord relating to Rhaego alone doesn't feel very satisfying when we know he would have never looked like this. He was deformed in the same way many Targaryen stillborn babies were, blind and winged and scaled. Aegon is unlikely to look specifically copper-skinned, but he is bound to cut an impressive figure in the same way she imagines Rhaegar to do. She imagined her son would. He who could bebher family but will be her rival.
Whether this image specifically represents Aegon, as the hypothetical true heir Dany will want out of the way, or some idealized sense of Targaryen conquest, he is destroyed from within by the same flames Dany feels inside herself. In the context of the Dance of Dragons, of the Baratheon line and Stannis destruction of it, the fate of her brother and son, the burning city - and because GRRM already repeated it to keep it in our minds - I do think it's likely to come back in her confrontation with Aegon.
Who else could make this image come to life?
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the definition of madness
Whumptober entry, chosen prompt: Unconventional Restraints
Descent into Avernus campaign / Forgotten Realms setting, Zariel is fighting the Blood War. Villain POV, spoilers for my interpretation of her character.
“The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.”
Warnings: beheading, dnd-typical violence, fire imagery, referenced corruption, fanatical mindset, wounds
571 words, under the cut
No. 1 A LITTLE OUT OF THE ORDINARY
Adverse Effects | Unconventional Restraints | “This wasn’t supposed to happen”
The chains hissed in the hot air as the Achduke of Avernus readied her flail. Their ends were wrapped around her wrists, they healed into her flesh long ago. The demon in front of her tried to dodge but the ends found its neck, biting onto it securely. She tugged on them and the grinning demon-head flew off of its body.
Next one.
The Styx was flowing unperturbed next to her. She hit with the chain to her left, throwing a few weaker demons into it and opened her wings. Fire soared through her back and she roared in anger as she took to the skies. The newest horde that came through from the Abyss was dwindling, she wasn’t needed anymore.
She rose higher and higher until she saw a sizable chunk of her plane. Charcoal rolled off of her wings, the chains were hanging beyond her as she started to fly, following the line of the Styx. A watchtower further downstream was engaged in a small scuffle with what seemed to be a fleeing group of demons, she flew past them. Maybe her pit fiends were for once handling their territories and she could go and look at what that new upstart hag Maggie was up to.
No, no. There it was, after a curve of the Styx, a new supply of demons. These were stronger ones, the watchtower was visibly struggling to keep them away.
She swooped down, taking down a few of them just as she arrived. She grabbed the biggest demon and stabbed her claws into its neck, noting with a mute satisfaction as it writhed in pain. She threw its body away and readied the chains again.
Next one.
Working with the watchtower she took down the majority of the demons in short order and took flight again. The charred skin on her wrists cracked with every move of the chains.
Again.
She took a sharp turn, away from the river as she spotted a bigger cluster making its way into the plane. They shouldn’t have been allowed so far inwards. What were her legions doing?
Again.
She took the head of an amnizu in anger when one of her watchtowers fell. It would be rebuilt, of course, but how many times did it need to be rebuilt?
She needed more souls.
Again.
She reached for the hearts of mortals, sent her soldiers to the material plane, whispered promises that sounded sweet to the desperate. They fell and bolstered the lines of her soldiers but the more of them arrived, the more demons rose up against them.
Again.
This isn’t working.
No. No, it was working. She just needed to reach a little further, fight a little harder. She knew she could do it. Everything happened for this reason, to crush the chaos of the Abyss pouring into the world. She was the sword of Asmodeus, she was raised to bring victory.
This isn’t working.
No. It had to work. There was no other way.
This isn’t working.
Her wings charred and broke but kept her in the air. The chains were one with her wrists. Fire was everywhere, in her veins, in her lungs, but it never burned her up.
Again.
This isn’t working.
It had to work.
It couldn’t all have been for nothing.
She reached for more souls and clawed out the seed of doubt from her mind.
It was the only way.
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Jon dreaming of him being in black ice armor and killing people he loved with his red burning sword is interesting. It's like he became what he is afraid of becoming. The red burning sword implying him being AA. Not a hero but monster. Dany has a dream where she is in place of Rhaegar wearing black armor and riding dragon to kill Usurpers. She felt excited over it. While Jon was horrified by his dream. Jon is fighting against to become a monster while Dany is embracing it.
I made a post on the subject a while ago that looks into it a bit more closely.
But yes, you put it really well. The dreams as well as the aftermath of those dreams, create a huge contrast between Jon and Dany.
Both dreams happen the night before a major and transformative decision, and they reflect their inner struggle with the weight of the responsibility.
Jon viciously battles with every single foe face to face, distressed, confused, overwhelmed. It intentionally mirrors his battle atop the wall against Mance's wildling host, but it's peopled with everyone, escalating and horrific. Then he wakes - and he creates peace where there was war, by letting the wildlings past the Wall to safety from the true enemy.
Dany, in response to a conversation about Rhaegar dying because he fought honorably, dreams herself in his place, and joyfully burns her faceless enemies from dragonback. "The other was a nightmare, and I have only now awakened." It's as explicit a homage to "waking the dragon" as you can get without spelling it out. She wakes - and creates a massacre by essentially repeating her dream.
Dany chooses the fantasy of easy power, easy victory.
Jon has no ease in this, he is is all conflict, doubt, uncertainty.
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