I still can’t believe that no one told Feyre that her pregnancy would most likely kill her. Like I can’t ever wrap my head around it. Like surely if Rhysand loved her he’d tell her. You don’t keep information like this to yourself. I genuinely would never forgive anyone if they kept information like that from me.
Viserys: I left you alone for five minutes and you spent $873?
Alicent: You left me alone with the seamstress
Alicent: *insults Leanor*
Criston: Ha, slay queen
Alicent: *tries to stab Luke*
Criston: NO NOT LITERALLY!
An Alicent edit that I made
(I’m pretty sure I made a mistake when writing „in such condition” instead of „in such a condition”, so please ignore that)
Aemond, holding a hair straightener: Can you please make sure that my hair is straight in the back?🥺
Alicent, who has to deal with this at least 4 times a day: *sighs* Of course sweetie. Any particular reason you want to look pretty today?
Aemond: I’m going to commit my first war crime and don’t want the other kids to laugh at my hair not being perfect.
„You say that you love me but you act like you don't
You used to adore me, laughed at all of my jokes”
I genuinely feel so sick when I have to think about what the Illyrian women have to go through. And I feel even more sick when I remember that Rhysand doesn’t care to protect them. He could if he wanted to. But he chooses not to.