After Prince Baelon Targaryen was a miscarriage, Queen Aemma Arryn tells King Viserys I Targaryen that she will have no more children. She has given him a daughter (a heiress) and that should be good enough.
Viserys, pressured by his Small Council and his dream of a male heir as well as manipulated by Otto, makes the decision to set Aemma aside and marry Alicent.
Aemma, betrayed by the love of her life, agrees... after taking her daughter, Dragonstone and the Islands of the Narrow Sea and the dragons from Viserys and his Small Council.
If Otto Hightower wants a dragon King with his blood on the Iron Throne, he'll have to another thing coming.
Aemma Arryn takes whatever she can to keep Rhaenyra safe and happy and might find some happiness of her own.
Aemma will be a girl boss here because I refuse to believe a woman who has suffered as much as her can't become anything but strong and she was a whole Queen before she was basically murdered.
It had been three days since she spoke to the midwives and they all agreed that it would be better if Aemma stopped trying to have a son. The fact that she married the king at a young age and had so many pregnancies and miscarriages had almost ruined her body.
Viserys did not fight as his younger brother led him out. He had said all he had to say. He hoped that she would see things from his perspective. His wife was always the smart one in their relationship.
She knew she was asking much of the man who brought together an army for his brother but, she also knew that he was scorned much by her soon to be ex-husband. Daemon was possibly the only person in the whole world who knew the pain of loving Viserys and being let down by him continuously.
For had the king not let her down continuously whenever he would get her pregnant as soon as she had miscarried? Has he not let her down when he overlooked their daughters potential and decided not to try and build a world that would one day accept a ruling queen? Had he not let his family down when he listened to that Hightower cunt more than them?
Aemma was saddened, thinking that Daemon had chosen his older brother again and turned to the two other ladies to discuss what Viserys had said and seek council from the eldest Targaryen princess and medical advice from the midwife when the door to her chamber opened again.
Hours after Aemma told them what the King wanted, after Daemon threw a chair out the window and Rhaenys swore at the foolishness of her cousin, Healer Noareya brewed them all a calming chamomile and lavender tea before taking out parchment and writing equipment.
Aemma was ready to protest. She hated the idea of Rhaenyra on a dragon, how could she claim one when she paused. Was she not doing everything she could to keep them safe? And what was one creature that only Dorne had taken down through a lucky shot? What was a power that was almost unmatchable that would ensure that she could get her daughter far away from those who would harm her or destroy them if need be? Yes, Rhaenys was right. She needed a dragon.
This expression is often attributed to late 17th century English dramatist William Congreve (see below), but the concept of the vengeful scorned woman dates back at least as far as 400 BC as seen in Euripides' most famous play, Medea. Medea, betrayed by her husband who she sacrificed everything for, unleashes a horrific vengeance on her enemies, making both assassins and victims of her own children.
It would also seem that the concept of the vengeful woman was common in earlier writing, such as in the Jacobean play The Knight of Malta (1625): "The wages of scorn'd Love is baneful hate."
William Congreve, in The Mourning Bride, 1697:
As you'll answer it, take heed
This Slave commit no Violence upon
Himself. I've been deceiv'd. The Publick Safety
Requires he should be more confin'd; and none,
No not the Princes self, permitted to
Confer with him. I'll quit you to the King.
Vile and ingrate! too late thou shalt repent
The base Injustice thou hast done my Love:
Yes, thou shalt know, spite of thy past Distress,
And all those Ills which thou so long hast mourn'd;
Heav'n has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn'd,
Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.
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