A Casa Do Dragao- 1-9 1-- Temporada - Episodio 9... Apr 2026

In the darkness of her chambers, she opened the locket around her neck. Inside was not her husband’s face. It was a pressed flower from the godswood. A memory of a girl reading history to a friend under a weirwood tree.

A shiver ran through the room. Lord Beesbury, old and loyal to Rhaenyra, protested. His voice cracked with outrage. “Princess Rhaenyra is the heir!”

She closed the dragon’s jaws.

Otto did not flinch. He gave a single nod. Ser Criston Cole, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, moved with the speed of a viper. The old lord’s head struck the table. Once. Twice. Blood pooled on the carved dragon map of Westeros. No one else spoke. A Casa do Dragao- 1-9 1-- Temporada - Episodio 9...

With a scream of frustration— hers , not the beast’s—Rhaenys wheeled Meleys around and burst through the great iron doors of the Dragonpit. The chains snapped. The gates shattered. And the Red Queen flew into the open sky, carrying the truth to Dragonstone. That night, as the green flames of celebration danced over the Red Keep, Alicent stood alone in the throne room. She looked up at the Iron Throne—her son’s throne—and saw not power, but a cage of a thousand swords.

King Viserys Targaryen, the First of His Name, had passed in the night, his rotting body finally releasing its hold on the Iron Throne. But before the sun could paint the towers of King’s Landing gold, the rats began to move.

“What would you have me do?” she whispered to the ghost of Rhaenyra—the friend she had lost, the enemy she had made. In the darkness of her chambers, she opened

Alicent Hightower, the Queen Dowager, sat at her father’s side in the small council chamber. Her hands were stained with the king’s blood—she had held him as he whispered his final, fractured confession. “You must unite the realm… Prince Aegon… the Prince that was Promised.”

She believed it. Or she needed to.

Alicent gripped his face, her nails biting into his cheeks. “It doesn’t matter what you want. It is your duty. Your father’s last wish.” A memory of a girl reading history to

The floor of the Dragonpit erupted.

“I cannot release you,” Alicent whispered, her voice trembling. “But I will not have you killed. Rhaenyra will start a war. I want to prevent it.”

Not in fire—but in . Meleys the Red Queen, the swiftest dragon in the realm, burst from the ground in a shower of rubble and dust. The crowd screamed. The kingsguard drew their swords. Aegon stumbled, his crown nearly falling from his head.

Princess Rhaenys, having escaped her guards not through violence but through the chaos of the city, did not flee. She descended into the darkness below the arena.