dance with dragon

salazarastark  asked:

I understand that you don't think Rhaenyra would have been a good queen, frankly I don't either, but do you think she was the rightful queen?

No, because what I believe about the Dance is that the succession crisis was one of competing and mutually exclusive legal precedents. On the one side was the decision of Jaehaerys I in 92 AC, where he directly flouted Andal-First Men succession tradition (where a daughter comes before an uncle) and declared that his second son Baelon should be the new Prince of Dragonstone. On its face, this decision could be taken to mean that a Targaryen king had the power to name an heir at his discretion - even if that choice went against native Westerosi succession custom. So, case closed, Rhaenyra is the rightful queen?

Well, no. Because there’s also the Great Council of 101 AC, in which a male-line candidate was preferred over a female line candidate (even though that female-line candidate was the grandson of the king’s eldest son, and the male-line candidate only the son of the king’s second son). Nor was this a close race: both Gyldayn and Yandel note that Viserys emerged triumphant by a 20 to one margin. As Yandel then adds, “[i]n the eyes of many, the Great Council of 101 AC thereby established an iron precedent on matters of succession: regardless of seniority, the Iron Throne of Westeros could not pass to a woman, nor through a woman to her male descendants”. Plus, of course, in native Westerosi tradition (save in Dorne, not yet part of the united kingdom), a trueborn son would always come before a trueborn daughter in the same generation.

So, which is it? Is Rhaenyra queen because she was named the heiress by Viserys? Or is Aegon king because he was his father’s eldest trueborn son and the Iron Throne cannot pass to a woman? The answer is that there is no answer, at least not one obvious by precedent. What should have happened, ideally, is a Great Council, which would have settled the knotty legal problem Viserys I never bothered to solve. But, of course, given the extremely selfish personalities of the leaders in the Dance, war became the sure outcome instead.

Companions when out and about
  • Skyrim: ughhhhh omf do we have to keep walking, what, why are you turning around wtf is going on whhhhhyyyyy.
  • Dragon age 2: look at us we can stand in perfect af little triangular formation. We won't move our fcking asses unless you do, Hawke.
  • Dragon age Inquisition: HOLY FCK HOLY FCK WE'RE STOPPING HOLY FCK WHER TF D O I STAND OMFG ON TOP OF THIS BARREL?! NO FCK THE BARREL, HOLY FCK OTHER PARTY MEMBER GET AWAY FROM ME AHHHHHHHHHHHHH INQUISITOR HELP MEEEEEEEEEE

“Mamae, mamae!”

“Careful, Neris! I just finished that one, we don’t want to smudge it right away,” Vallera said, pushing the freshly painted mask to the side as she shifted to accommodate her daughter on her lap.

Mamae, hahren said that I could be at the dance!”

“Did he, now? Then you need a mask, da’len.” She planted a quick kiss on the top of Neris’s head. “Do you remember hahren’s lessons about the gods?”

“Why?” Neris asked tentatively.

“Well, because for the wolf dance in the new year, the children wear masks of vallaslin. Which of the gods do you favor, hmm?” Vallera waited as Neris pouted and looked away from her eyes for a moment. “I’ll give you a hint. Do you favor like me, the flames of S…?”

“Sylaise!”

“Yes! Good girl,” she said with a smile, “Or maybe the wings of D…?”

“Daa…”

“Dirth—”

“—amen!”

“Dirthamen, yes, like your…” Vallera looked over to the edge of the camp, where Neris’s father conversed with one of the lead hunters. “Your papae?”

“No.” Neris shook her head to the sides and Vallera laughed.

“So… what do we do?”

“I want to be a hunter!”

“A hunter?”

“Yes, I want to track down the Dread Wolf and defeat him like Sulanin!”

“Oh, to find Fen’Harel you’ll need the guidance of Ghilan’nain, but to defeat him you’ll need the blessing of Andruil,” Vallera paused, “So whose will it be, da’len?”

“Both.”

“Both?”

“Yes.” Neris smiled.

Vallera laughed at her child. “Alright, my love. Do you want to paint yourself?”

Neris nodded, amber eyes fixed on her own.

“Very well, let’s see what you come up with,” Vallera said, kissing her daughter’s cheek three times in quick succession, and handed Neris her painting brush.

My piece for @thedosianlny, featuring toddler Neris and her mamae, Vallera, Lavellan’s clan artisan, painting masks for the Dance of Fen’Harel, where the children don vallaslin masks and help the dream warrior Sulanin defeat the Dread Wolf.