* fatal flaw ;

Cersei Lannister in 3.04 “And Now His Watch Is Ended”

You will always remember this as the day you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow.

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 1.08 — The Lord of the Tides

her   hand   stops   the   motion   on   the   fur   of   sandbright,   the   direwolf   whining   complain   at   the   attention   but   she   was   focused   on   the   gently   wrapped   package   he   had   in   his   hand.   "my   name   day   is   not   until   days   from   now."   sara   speaks,   hands   reaching   togently   trace   the   direwolf   ornament   over   the   package,   a   smile   tugging   on   her   lips.   it   always   warm   her   heart   when   cregan   showed   he   had   no   care   for   her   status   as   a   bastard,   often   treating   her   as   if   she   had   been   born   an   equal.   "what   is   it?"

the young wolf cannot help but chuckle at the noise that came from her direwolf. it causes him to wonder where his own had run off to ; perhaps to guard the babe and lynara, he assumes. " it is never too early to celebrate, " cregan counters nonchalantly as he watches her open the carefully wrapped package. " it is a necklace, " he begins, waiting for her to notice the familiar stark emblem, but instead in the same shade as sandbright. he knows that one day soon she will marry, as she is close to the age. " so you do not forget where you come from. "

Words die on her lips when Aemond's mouth caresses the ropey scar slashed across her palm and she lets out a low, soft breath. "You don't have to do that." And yet, it is all she wants in the moment.

when his lips press to her scar, he savors the sound of her breathing. " i do not, " aemond agrees as he dips his head once more to repeat the action. " but i wish to. " kisses are peppered up her arm then, until he is dipping his head to place one upon her lips. " there is nothing you have to hide from me. "

he   laughs   at   that,   wide   and   all   too   joyful   about   the   thought   of   a   death   as   an   honor   to   his   nameday.   a   hand   lays   by   dark   sister   on   his   side,   amused,   lilac   gaze   settle   on   alicent,   how   unusual   it   was   now,   to   see   her   without   rhaenyra   by   her   side.   "that   depends   on   the   man   killed,   m'lady.   i'm   sure   i   could   provide   with   a   nice   list   to   make   these   celebrations   more   cheerful."   alas   he   is   trying   to   behave,   to   make   his   brother   proud.   at   least,   to   make   viserys   see   that   he   does   not   need   to   be   watched   over   at   all   times   of   the   day.   eyes   shift   to   the   ballroom   where   the   young   men   and   ladies   of   the   realm   danced   and   enjoyed   themselves   at   his   honor.   "how   come   you   are   here   instead   of   the   fance   floor?   i'm   sure   some   young   man   would   fall   to   his   knees   for   a   dance."

it is not a particularly rare thing to see prince daemon laugh. however, it being caused by something alicent said was a first. she cannot help the smile that graces her lips, chocolate hues falling to her hands after meeting his gaze. despite how close she was with rhaenyra, she has yet to become used to those striking valyrian features. whether it was her best friend or the rogue prince, she found the combination of their pale hair and lavender eyes to be rather pretty. " perhaps the king can put together a tourney so you can indulge in such things, " alicent returns with amusement laced in her tone. the young girl draws in a quiet breath at the inquiry, fingers fiddling together. " i could ask you the same question, my prince. it is your nameday we celebrate and yet you are here speaking with me, despite the fact that you could have your pick of any lady here. " it is then alicent notices her father staring down the pair. she clears her throat, turning to face daemon. perhaps if she joined the crowd, he could not spy. " i do not expect you to fall to your knees, your grace, but perhaps you can spare me the shame of standing here alone for the remainder of the night and join me for a dance. "

she   speaks   at   last,   hazel   eyes   looking   back   at   him,   sight   between   his   lips,   so   close   to   her   own   and   his   eyes,   that   lavender   tint   that   is   as   godly   as   it   is   intimidating.   she   finds   it   enchanting.   her   hand   moves   to   wrap   around   his   wrist,   gentle   tug   to   move   the   grip   on   her   chin   down   toward   her   neck,   and   then,   then   to   press   over   her   chest.   "as   long   as   you   just   feel.   in   this   room,   with   me,   you   get   to   feel   anything   you   want   to   feel."

his thumb sweeps delicately across the soft skin of her chest. lips tremble the slightest bit as he presses his body against hers, fingers resting at her neck ; just below her jawline. such a pretty thing. " you make me feel . . . " he whispers, his grip tightening the slightest bit. he could feel the thump of her heartbeat below it. that was it, he thinks. there was no word to finish his thought. it was enough to not be so numb anymore. " you are mine, " aegon mumbles, gaze once more fixated on her lips. it is not intended as a question, though there is doubt laced within his tone.

rhaena   is   the   unluckiest   from   the   pair   of   sisters.   there   is   no   doubt   in   her   mind   that   her   father   loves   her,   but   she   does   think,   in   her   mind,   that   her   father   has   a   favor   toward   her   sister,   a   dragonrider,   a   rebellious   nature   unlike   rhaena,   who   still   feels   too   compliant   and   lacks   a   dragon   of   her   own,   only   empty   shells   of   eggs   that   never   hatched.   "what   good   does   that   do,   father?   i   do   not   wish   to   deceive   people."   but   her   mother   told   her   once,   that   she   needed   to   appear   as   a   fine   lady,   for   others   to   be   pleased   with   her.   Perhaps   this   was   the   same   concept.   to   show   herself   a   princess,   gentle   and   meek   before   showing   her   true   nature   when   the   time   came.   "i'm   not   a   sheep.   i'm   a   sea   dragon,   like   you   and   mother."

the death of laena was not one that him or his daughters took well. there was a time in which he would not see baela or rhaena for days. while baela was much like him, rhaena resembled her mother. it was difficult at first to witness, though it is something he has come to appreciate. perhaps it was not as easy for him to connect with rhaena, and certainly she had noticed such, but his attempts to do so should mean something. " that is exactly what people will expect from you, " daemon murmurs as they walk along the water's edge of dragonstone. " politics is nothing more than a game. remember this much, at least, rhaena. people will not think twice about deceiving you. " a faux sheep can be deadly if utilized correctly, he thinks. " your mother would tell you the same if she were here. "