The Cursed High Lady

so lemme break this down

It was Helen’s face that launched a thousand ships, but you unleashed Achilles. How were you to know that poets would sing of his rage? – that innumerable men would meet their deaths at the end of his grief-stricken spear? How were you to know when you went to battle in his armor that you would never return to him? – that you had brought about his death as surely as your own? He wept – and his mother in the depths of the sea heard his cries. He wept – and he dirtied his face, and tore at his hair, and wished for death. Eternal glory was not worth the price he paid. It was not worth the loss of you, Patroclus, whom he loved as his own life. What was Achilles to do when his heart burned with you on the pyre? What was he to do when his home became nothing but ashes in a golden urn? He was nearly a god – son of a goddess, best of the Greeks. He fell to an arrow, the poets say, guided by Apollo himself. The poets are wrong. He was nearly a god – but he was mortal, and he fell to that great mortal weakness: love. You would have followed him anywhere, even into death. You must have known that he would do the same.

Alternative Titles for the Iliad

1) awkward mention of the line of succession 2) mention of how Dany can’t have kids 3) mention of how the dragons are the only kids she will ever have 4) mention of how longclaw will be passed on to jons children