A Dragon in the House

Rhaenyra learned that freedom isn't free in last night's House of the Dragon and that the cost doesn't always come in the form of money. But Rhaenyra may console herself that she did herself come, at least, and I would guess not for the first time but probably for the first time with a partner.

She might be a little pscyho. Running around amongst the commoners in disguise didn't seem to make her even a little nervous. Witnessing sex for likely the first time, certainly witnessing an orgy for the first time, she's only fascinated and mildly amused. She may think she lacks freedom as a princess, but it's her royal position that has insulated her from developing any apprehensions that would be healthy for a commoner. If she never develops any understanding of those fears, at least, she will likely never make for a decent Queen.

Some people might compare her escapade in disguise to Disney's Aladdin but it's actually much closer to the movie Aladdin apes, The Thief of Bagdad, in which the sultan goes disguised into the town and learns via a public show that the people kind of hate him. So, as Damon tries to impress upon her, she has an uphill battle for the people's acceptance.

I was a little surprised Damon staggered back to the Red Keep through the front door the next day. I wasn't so surprised Rhaenyra lacked the discretion and her seducing her poor bodyguard was pretty tragic. I liked the way the shit hit the fan the next day and how complicated the issue became via the drama between King, Queen, and Hand. This show gets better and better.

House of the Dragon is available on HBOMax.

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