Since Kashiwagi has yet to disrobe in canon, I’ve taken it upon myself to crudely edit his face onto naked Ishin Wagi mod screenshots.

I’m making these on my phone and it honestly takes like 10 minutes. Why didn’t I do this before???

Bless@KashiwagiSimp on Twitter for providing such an ample supply of naked Wagi shots

ACOK: House of Undying

@istumpysk’srereading project gave me the motivation to reread this chapter again. We talked about our theories and she encouraged me to write my own meta. So here we go! (This mess needs some editing btw)

** Another link for this meta for easier reading: XX

The very first thing that catches my attention is the shade of evening trees that surround the House of Undying.

• Shade of evening:

black-barked treeswhoseinky blue leaves made the stuff of the sorcerous drink the Qartheen called shade of the evening.

There is an undeniable link between these trees that used in magical drink called shade of evening and weirwood trees. They have almost opposite looks but also can be used in similar way to access visions:

At the center of the grove an ancient weirwood brooded over a small pool where the waters were black and cold. “The heart tree,” Ned called it. The weirwood’s bark was white as bone, its leaves dark red, like a thousand bloodstained hands. A face had been carved in the trunk of the great tree, its features long and melancholy, the deep-cut eyes red with dried sap and strangely watchful. They were old, those eyes; older than Winterfell itself. They had seen Brandon the Builder set the first stone, if the tales were true; they had watched the castle’s granite walls rise around them. It was said that the children of the forest had carved the faces in the trees during the dawn centuries before the coming of the First Men across the narrow sea. [AGOT- Catelyn I]

• white bark x black bark — dark red leaves x inky blue leaves
• shade of “evening” x “dawn” age — sorcerous drink // weirwood paste

“For the next step. For you to go beyond skinchanging and learn what it means to be a greenseer.”

“The trees will teach him,” said Leaf. She beckoned, and another of the singers padded forward, the white-haired one that Meera had named Snowylocks. She had a weirwood bowl in her hands, carved with a dozen faces, like the ones the heart trees wore. Inside was a white paste, thick and heavy, with dark red veins running through it. “You must eat of this,” said Leaf. She handed Bran a wooden spoon.

The boy looked at the bowl uncertainly. “What is it?”

“A paste of weirwood seeds.”

Something about the look of it made Bran feel ill. The red veins were only weirwood sap, he supposed, but in the torchlight they looked remarkably like blood. He dipped the spoon into the paste, then hesitated. “Will this make me a greenseer?”

“Your blood makes you a greenseer,” said Lord Brynden. “This will help awaken your gifts and wed you to the trees.”

Bran did want to be married to a tree … but who else would wed a broken boy like him? A thousand eyes, a hundred skins, wisdom deep as the roots of ancient trees. A greenseer. [ADWD- Bran III]

Bonus: Euron offers Victarion shade of evening and Euron drinks it too. And please pay attention to the details such as:“wizards, kinslaying, being the storm, flying, wanting the world, dragons causing woe, sending ships to the Slaver’s Bay, offering shade of evening to open eyes, having Daenerys as a wife and bringing her to Westeros, love and duty and betrayal.”

He drank in the darkness, brooding on his brother. If I do not strike the blow with mine own hand, am I still a kinslayer? Victarion feared no man, but the Drowned God’s curse gave him pause. If another strikes him down at my command, will his blood still stain my hands? Aeron Damphair would know the answer, but the priest was somewhere back on the Iron Islands, still hoping to raise the ironborn against their new-crowned king.

[…]“The Drowned God raised him up,” Victarion complained. “Let the Drowned God cast him down.”

Aeron gave him a baleful look, the look that had been known to sour wells and make women barren. “It was not the god who spoke. Euron is known to keep wizards and foul sorcerers on that red ship of his. They sent some spell among us, so we could not hear the sea. The captains and the kings were drunk with all this talk of dragons.”

[…] There is no wine so sweet as wine taken from a foe. Someone had told him that once. His father, or his brother Balon. One day I shall drink your wine, Crow’s Eye, and take from you all that you hold dear. But was there anything Euron held dear?

[…] “…If a thousand ships set sail, three hundred may reach the far side of the narrow sea… and then what? Lys will not welcome us, nor will Volantis. Where will you find fresh water, food? The first storm will scatter us across half the earth.”

A smile played across Euron’s blue lips. “I am the storm, my lord. The first storm, and the last. I have taken the Silence on longer voyages than this, and ones far more hazardous. Have you forgotten? I have sailed the Smoking Sea and seen Valyria.”

Every man there knew that the Doom still ruled Valyria. The very sea there boiled and smoked, and the land was overrun with demons. It was said that any sailor who so much as glimpsed the fiery mountains of Valyria rising above the waves would soon die a dreadful death, yet the Crow’s Eye had been there, and returned.

“Have you?” the Reader asked, so softly.

Euron’s blue smile vanished. “Reader,” he said into the quiet, “you would do well to keep your nose in your books.”

[…] Euron stood by the window, drinking from a silver cup. He wore the sable cloak he took from Blacktyde, his red leather eye patch, and nothing else. “When I was a boy, I dreamt that I could fly,” he announced. “When I woke, I couldn’t… or so the maester said. But what if he lied?”

[…] “What do you mean?”

Euron turned to face him, his bruised blue lips curled in a half smile.“Perhaps we can fly. All of us. How will we ever know unless we leap from some tall tower?” The wind came gusting through the window and stirred his sable cloak. There was something obscene and disturbing about his nakedness. “No man ever truly knows what he can do unless he dares to leap.”

“There is the window. Leap.” Victarion had no patience for this. His wounded hand was troubling him. “What do you want?”

“The world.” Firelight glimmered in Euron’s eye.

[…] Euron seated himself and gave his cloak a twitch, so it covered his private parts. “I had forgotten what a small and noisy folk they are, my ironborn. I would bring them dragons, and they shout out for grapes.”

“Grapes are real. A man can gorge himself on grapes. Their juice is sweet, and they make wine. What do dragons make?”

“Woe.” The Crow’s Eye sipped from his silver cup. “I once held a dragon’s egg in this hand, brother. This Myrish wizard swore he could hatch it if I gave him a year and all the gold that he required. When I grew bored with his excuses, I slew him. As he watched his entrails sliding through his fingers he said, ‘But it has not been a year.’” He laughed. “Cragorn’s died, you know.”

“Who?”

“The man who blew my dragon horn. When the maester cut him open, his lungs were charred as black as soot.”

Victarion shuddered. “Show me this dragon’s egg.”

“I threw it in the sea during one of my dark moods.” Euron gave a shrug. “It comes to me that the Reader was not wrong. Too large a fleet could never hold together over such a distance. The voyage is too long, too perilous. Only our finest ships and crews could hope to sail to Slaver’s Bay and back. The Iron Fleet.”

The Iron Fleet is mine, Victarion thought. He said nothing.

The Crow’s Eye filled two cups with a strange black wine that flowed as thick as honey. “Drink with me, brother. Have a taste of this.” He offered one of the cups to Victarion.

The captain took the cup Euron had not offered, sniffed at its contents suspiciously. Seen up close, it looked more blue than black. It was thick and oily, with a smell like rotted flesh. He tried a small swallow, and spit it out at once. “Foul stuff. Do you mean to poison me?”

“I mean to open your eyes.” Euron drank deep from his own cup, and smiled. “Shade-of-the-evening, the wine of the warlocks. I came upon a cask of it when I captured a certain galleas out of Qarth, along with some cloves and nutmeg, forty bolts of green silk, and four warlocks who told a curious tale. One presumed to threaten me, so I killed him and fed him to the other three. They refused to eat of their friend’s flesh at first, but when they grew hungry enough they had a change of heart. Men are meat.”

Balon was mad, Aeron is madder, and Euron is maddest of them all. Victarion was turning to go when the Crow’s Eye said, “A king must have a wife, to give him heirs. Brother, I have need of you. Will you go to Slaver’s Bay and bring my love to me?”

[…] “… None is fit to sit the Seastone Chair, much less the Iron Throne. No, to make an heir that’s worthy of him, I need a different woman. When the kraken weds the dragon, brother, let all the world beware.”

“What dragon?” said Victarion, frowning.

“The last of her line. They say she is the fairest woman in the world. Her hair is silver-gold, and her eyes are amethysts… but you need not take my word for it, brother. Go to Slaver’s Bay, behold her beauty, and bring her back to me.”

“Why should I?” Victarion demanded.

“For love. For duty. Because your king commands it.” Euron chuckled. “And for the Seastone Chair. It is yours, once I claim the Iron Throne. You shall follow me as I followed Balon… and your own trueborn sons shall one day follow you.”

My own sons. But to have a trueborn son a man must first have a wife. Victarion had no luck with wives. Euron’s gifts are poisoned, he reminded himself, but still…

[…] Euron’s smiling eye was bright with mockery. “Or do I ask too much of you? It is a fearsome thing to sail beyond Valyria.”

“I could sail the Iron Fleet to hell if need be.” When Victarion opened his hand, his palm was red with blood. “I’ll go to Slaver’s Bay, aye. I’ll find this dragon woman, and I’ll bring her back.” But not for you. You stole my wife and despoiled her, so I’ll have yours. The fairest woman in the world, for me. [AFFC - The Reaver]

Let’s continue with Undying chapter:

When she questioned him, the warlock said only, “The front way leads in, but never out again. Heed my words, my queen. The House of the Undying Ones was not made for mortal men. If you value your soul, take care and do just as I tell you.”

“I will do as you say,” Dany promised.

— Always the rightdoor:“When you enter, you will find yourself in a room with four doors: the one you have come through and three others. Take the door to your right. Each time, the door to your right. If you should come upon a stairwell, climb. Never go down, and never take any door but the first door to your right.”

— What will the doors on the left show her?: “By no means,” Pyat Pree said. “Leaving and coming, it is the same. Always up. Always the door to your right. Other doors may open to you. Within, you will see many things that disturb you. Visions of loveliness and visions of horror, wonders and terrors. Sights and sounds of days gone by and days to come and days that never were. Dwellers and servitors may speak to you as you go. Answer or ignore them as you choose, but enter no room until you reach the audience chamber.”

• days gone by (past), days to come (future), days that never were (never happened?)

— A dwarf serves her the drink:

When they reached the door—a tall oval mouth, set in a wall fashioned in the likeness of a human face—the smallest dwarf Dany had ever seen was waiting on the threshold. He stood no higher than her knee, his faced pinched and pointed, snoutish, but he was dressed in delicate livery of purple and blue, and his tiny pink hands held a silver tray. Upon it rested a slender crystal glass filled with a thick blue liquid: shade of the evening, the wine of warlocks. “Take and drink,” urged Pyat Pree.

“Will it turn my lips blue?”

“One flute will serve only to unstop your ears and dissolve the caul from off your eyes, so that you may hear and see the truths that will be laid before you.”

> First I thought it could be a Tyrion reference but then I remember Bran’s ADWD chapter and a small person (children of forest) also serves Bran the weirwood paste. Snowylocks has white hair btw…

> a door in the likeness of a human face // a weirwood bowl with a dozen faces

“The trees will teach him,” said Leaf. She beckoned, and another of the singers padded forward, the white-haired one that Meera had named Snowylocks.She had a weirwood bowl in her hands, carved with a dozen faces, like the ones the heart trees wore. Inside was a white paste, thick and heavy, with dark red veins running through it. “You must eat of this,” said Leaf. She handed Bran a wooden spoon.

The boy looked at the bowl uncertainly. “What is it?”

“A paste of weirwood seeds.”

Something about the look of it made Bran feel ill. The red veins were only weirwood sap, he supposed, but in the torchlight they looked remarkably like blood.

> The drink/paste will open their eyes

“Will it turn my lips blue?”

“One flute will serve only to unstop your ears and dissolve the caul from off your eyes, so that you may hear and see the truths that will be laid before you.”

“Will this make me a greenseer?”

“Your blood makes you a greenseer,” said Lord Brynden. “This will help awaken your gifts and wed you to the trees.”

Bran did want to be married to a tree … but who else would wed a broken boy like him? A thousand eyes, a hundred skins, wisdom deep as the roots of ancient trees. A greenseer.

> The taste

He ate.

It had a bitter taste, though not so bitter as acorn paste. The first spoonful was the hardest to get down. He almost retched it right back up. The second tasted better. The third was almost sweet. The rest he spooned up eagerly. Why had he thought that it was bitter? It tasted of honey, of new-fallen snow, of pepper and cinnamon and the last kiss his mother ever gave him. The empty bowl slipped from his fingers and clattered on the cavern floor.

Dany raised the glass to her lips. The first sip tasted like ink and spoiled meat, foul, but when she swallowed it seemed to come to life within her. She could feel tendrils spreading through her chest, like fingers of fire coiling around her heart, and on her tongue was a taste like honey and anise and cream, like mother’s milk and Drogo’s seed, like red meat and hot blood and molten gold. It was all the tastes she had ever known, and none of them… and then the glass was empty.

NOW SHE ENTERS THE HOUSE:

* Rooms with numbers (Room 1-2…) are on RIGHT, and rooms with letters (Room A-B…) are on LEFT

> Room 1:a stone anteroom with four doors, one on each wall.>Room 2:a twin to the first > Room 3:yet another small antechamber with four doors> Room 4: oval rather than square and walled in worm-eaten wood in place of stone. Six passages led out from it in place of four> Room 5:a long, dim, high-ceilinged hall. Along the right hand was a row of torches burning with a smoky orange light, but the only doors were to her left

— Dany follows Drogon. Some closed doors (they are on left). Some open doors (they are on left):Not all the doors were closed. I will not look, Dany told herself, but the temptation was too strong.

— She looks at them. What will the rooms on left show?: “By no means,” Pyat Pree said. “Leaving and coming, it is the same. Always up. Always the door to your right. Other doors may open to you. Within, you will see many things that disturb you. Visions of loveliness and visions of horror, wonders and terrors. Sights and sounds of days gone by and days to come and days that never were. Dwellers and servitors may speak to you as you go. Answer or ignore them as you choose, but enter no room until you reach the audience chamber.”

> Room A:a beautiful woman sprawled naked on the floor while four little men crawled over her. They had rattish pointed faces and tiny pink hands, like the servitor who had brought her the glass of shade. One was pumping between her thighs. Another savaged her breasts, worrying at the nipples with his wet red mouth, tearing and chewing.War in Westeros, they are hurting Westeros— days gone by/present

> Room B:a feast of corpses. Savagely slaughtered, the feasters lay strewn across overturned chairs and hacked trestle tables, asprawl in pools of congealing blood. Some had lost limbs, even heads. Severed hands clutched bloody cups, wooden spoons, roast fowl, heels of bread. In a throne above them sat a dead man with the head of a wolf. He wore an iron crown and held a leg of lamb in one hand as a king might hold a scepter, and his eyes followed Dany with mute appeal. Red Wedding— days to come (book ASOS)

> Room C:I know this room, she thought. She remembered those great wooden beams and the carved animal faces that adorned them. And there outside the window, a lemon tree! The sight of it made her heart ache with longing. It is the house with the red door, the house in Braavos. No sooner had she thought it than old Ser Willem came into the room, leaning heavily on his stick. “Little princess, there you are,” he said in his gruff kind voice. “Come,” he said, “come to me, my lady, you’re home now, you’re safe now.” His big wrinkled hand reached for her, soft as old leather, and Dany wanted to take it and hold it and kiss it, she wanted that as much as she had ever wanted anything. Her foot edged forward, and then she thought, He’s dead, he’s dead, the sweet old bear, he died a long time ago. She backed away and ran.House with red door in Braavos — past? or never happened?

— More doors and rooms on left (open/closed). A final door on left and she looks at it: Finally a great pair of bronze doors appeared to her left, grander than the rest. They swung open as she neared, and she had to stop and look.

> Room D:Beyond loomed a cavernous stone hall, the largest she had ever seen. The skulls of dead dragons looked down from its walls. Upon a towering barbed throne sat an old man in rich robes, an old man with dark eyes and long silver-grey hair. “Let him be king over charred bones and cooked meat,” he said to a man below him. “Let him be the king of ashes.” Drogon shrieked, his claws digging through silk and skin, but the king on his throne never heard, and Dany moved on. Great Hall/Throne Room of Red Keep and Aerys - Burn them all- past

> Room E:Viserys, was her first thought the next time she paused, but a second glance told her otherwise. The man had her brother’s hair, but he was taller, and his eyes were a dark indigo rather than lilac. “Aegon,” he said to a woman nursing a newborn babe in a great wooden bed. “What better name for a king?”

“Will you make a song for him?” the woman asked.

“He has a song,” the man replied. “He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.” He looked up when he said it and his eyes met Dany’s, and it seemed as if he saw her standing there beyond the door. “There must be one more,” he said, though whether he was speaking to her or the woman in the bed she could not say. “The dragon has three heads.” He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings. Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to speed her on her way.Rhaegar, Elia and baby Aegon, TPTWP, Asoiaf, 3HoTD - past? or never happened?

— She finds a stone stair but it goes down: There was no door on her right, and the steps went down, not up.

— Finally she got it: Could there be a secret door, a door I cannot see? Another torch went out. Another. The first door on the right, he said, always the first door on the right. The first door on the right…

It came to her suddenly… is the last door on the left!

> Room 6:She flung herself through. Beyond was another small room with four doors.

— She goes right multiple times: To the right she went, and to the right, and to the right, and to the right, and to the right, and to the right, and to the right, until she was dizzy and out of breath once more.

— Finds Pyat (Gonna call this Room 7 because we don’t know the number)

> Room 7:When she stopped, she found herself in yet another dank stone chamber… but this time the door opposite was round, shaped like an open mouth, and Pyat Pree stood outside in the grass beneath the trees. “Can it be that the Undying are done with you so soon?” he asked in disbelief when he saw her.

“So soon?” she said, confused. “I’ve walked for hours, and still not found them.”

“You have taken a wrong turning. Come, I will lead you.” Pyat Pree held out his hand.

Dany hesitated. There was a door to her right, still closed…

— She chooses the right door instead: “Stubborn child. You will be lost, and never found.”She walked away from him, to the door on the right.

“No,” Pyat screeched. “No, to me, come to me, to meeeeeee.” His face crumbled inward, changing to something pale and wormlike.

> Room 8:entering a stairwell. She began to climb. Before long her legs were aching. She recalled that the House of the Undying Ones had seemed to have no towers.

Finally the stair opened.

— She finds more doors on right: To her right, a set of wide wooden doors had been thrown open. They were fashioned of ebony and weirwood, the black and white grains swirling and twisting in strange interwoven patterns. They were very beautiful, yet somehow frightening. The blood of the dragon must not be afraid. Dany said a quick prayer, begging the Warrior for courage and the Dothraki horse god for strength. She made herself walk forward.

— Finally she finds the GREAT HALL

> Room 9:Beyond the doors was a great hall and a splendor of wizards.

— Wizards: “robes of ermine, ruby velvet, and cloth of gold”- “armor studded with gemstones,”- “tall pointed hats speckled with stars”- “gowns of surpassing loveliness”- “A kingly man in rich robes”- “a woman beside him, clad in rose and silver. The breast she had left bare in the Qartheen fashion”- “the wizard king”- “a warrior in shining emerald armor”- “a handsome young man”

Drogon vs Weirwood

She took a step forward. But then Drogon leapt from her shoulder. He flew to the top of the ebony-and-weirwood door, perched there, and began to bite at the carved wood.

“A willful beast,” laughed a handsome young man. “Shall we teach you the secret speech of dragonkind? Come, come.”

— Let’s go back to the ADWD Bran III: Brandon Snow and his weirwood arrows to kill dragons…

A dark-eyed youth, pale and fierce, sliced three branches off the weirwood and shaped them into arrows. The tree itself was shrinking, growing smaller with each vision, whilst the lesser trees dwindled into saplings and vanished, only to be replaced by other trees that would dwindle and vanish in their turn. [ADWD- Bran III]

Torrhen’s scouts had seen the ruins of Harrenhal, where slow, red fires still burned beneath the rubble. The King in the North had heard many accounts of the Field of Fire as well. […] Others urged him to fall back to Moat Cailin and make his stand there on Northern soil. The king’s bastard brother Brandon Snow offered to cross the Trident alone under cover of darkness, to slay the dragons whilst they slept. King Torrhen did send Brandon Snow across the Trident. But he crossed with three maesters by his side, not to kill but to treat. All through the night messages went back and forth. The next morning, Torrhen Stark himself crossed the Trident. There upon the south bank of the Trident, he knelt, laid the ancient crown of the Kings of Winter at Aegon’s feet, and swore to be his man. He rose as Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, a king no more. [TWOIAF]

— She opens the weirwooddoor:Doubt seized her. The great door was so heavy it took all of Dany’s strength to budge it, but finally it began to move. — It has another door on right: Behind was another door, hidden. It was old grey wood, splintery and plain… but it stood to the right of the door through which she’d entered. The wizards were beckoning her with voices sweeter than song. She ran from them, Drogon flying back down to her. Through the narrow door she passed, into a chamber awash in gloom.

> Room 10:A long stone table filled this room. Above it floated a human heart, swollen and blue with corruption, yet still alive. It beat, a deep ponderous throb of sound, and each pulse sent out a wash of indigo light. The figures around the table were no more than blue shadows. As Dany walked to the empty chair at the foot of the table, they did not stir, nor speak, nor turn to face her. There was no sound but the slow, deep beat of the rotting heart.

I think it’s interesting that somehow 10th room turned out to be the room where she sees visions and get riddles. Coincidence?? IDK.

NOW LET’S SEE…

“…mother of dragons… came a voice, part whisper and part moan… dragons… dragons… dragons… ”

[…] “Grant me your counsel, and speak to me with the wisdom of those who have conquered death.”

— The Undyings: “an old old man, wrinkled and hairless”- “ the ancient woman on the opposite side of the table, whose gown of pale silk had rotted on her body. One withered breast was left bare in the Qartheen manner”

— Are they dead and what did Dany see?:

She is not breathing. Dany listened to the silence. None of them are breathing, and they do not move, and those eyes see nothing. Could it be that the Undying Ones were dead? Her answer was a whisper as thin as a mouse’s whisker… we live… live… live… it sounded. Myriad other voices whispered echoes… And know… know… know… know…

“I have come for the gift of truth,” Dany said. “In the long hall, the things I saw… were they true visions, or lies? Past things, or things to come? What did they mean?”

…the shape of shadows… morrows not yet made… drink from the cup of ice… drink from the cup of fire…”

— Their answer: They are not dead & she saw past and possible future (in rooms on left?)

“…mother of dragons… child of three…”

Now MoD is what they call her… Her title. I am going to focus on the other things that they call her and the numbers -> Titles and numbers.

We have the number 3 and a title: CHILD OF THREE

Which represents her Targaryen name and maybe even a riddle. Also it brings us back to the Room E:

“…three heads has the dragon… ”

(Room E:He looked up when he said it and his eyes met Dany’s, and it seemed as if he saw her standing there beyond the door. “There must be one more,” he said, though whether he was speaking to her or the woman in the bed she could not say. “The dragon has three heads.”)

But like I said we are going to go back to that number. Because we have more numbers. And there is a problem with numbers imo… and I’ll try to fix it in my own way.

Another title: CHILD OF STORM

“mother of dragons… child of storm… ”

And after that, we have 3x3 riddles:

“three fires must you light…one for life- and one for death- and one to love… “

“three mounts must you ride… one to bed-and one to dread-and one to love…”

“three treasons will you know… once for blood-and once for gold-and once for love…”

We need 9 visions to solve the riddles, right?? But we get 9 + 7. It goes like this:

• 3 visions - A TITLE - 3 visions - A TITLE - 3 visions - A TITLE - AND 7 more visions.

And sometimes those 3 visions together don’t seem like they are answering the same riddle or they are not in same format/pattern. Let’s see. For some reason (I know why) most of these visions are hinting AGOT Daenerys VIandAGOT Daenerys IX chapters I’ll show you how (Pink texts are from that chapters).

1) Viserys screamed as the molten gold ran down his cheeks and filled his mouth.

“But he must ride west,” Dany said, despairing. “Please, help me make him understand.” She had never seen the Seven Kingdoms either, no more than Drogo, yet she felt as though she knew them from all the tales her brother had told her. Viserys had promised her a thousand times that he would take her back one day, but he was dead now and his promises had died with him. [AGOT- Daenerys VI]

“…don’t want to wake the dragon, do you!”

Viserys stood before her, screaming. “The dragon does not beg, slut. You do not command the dragon. I am the dragon, and I will be crowned.” The molten gold trickled down his face like wax, burning deep channels in his flesh. “I am the dragon and I will be crowned!” he shrieked, and his fingers snapped like snakes, biting at her nipples, pinching, twisting, even as his eyes burst and ran like jelly down seared and blackened cheeks.

“…don’t want to wake the dragon…” [AGOT- Daenerys IX]

2) A tall lord with copper skin and silver-gold hair stood beneath the banner of a fiery stallion, a burning city behind him.

“Drogo says the stallion who mounts the world will have all the lands of the earth to rule, and no need to cross the poison water. He talks of leading his khalasar east after Rhaego is born, to plunder the lands around the Jade Sea.”

[…] “And to Rhaego son of Drogo, the stallion who will mount the World, to him I also pledge a gift. [AGOT- Daenerys VI]

“…don’t want to wake the dragon…”

She could feel the heat inside her, a terrible burning in her womb. Her son was tall and proud, with Drogo’s copper skin and her own silver-gold hair, violet eyes shaped like almonds. And he smiled for her and began to lift his hand toward hers, but when he opened his mouth the fire poured out. She saw his heart burning through his chest, and in an instant he was gone, consumed like a moth by a candle, turned to ash. She wept for her child, the promise of a sweet mouth on her breast, but her tears turned to steam as they touched her skin.

“…want to wake the dragon…” [AGOT- Daenerys IX]

3) Rubies flew like drops of blood from the chest of a dying prince, and he sank to his knees in the water and with his last breath murmured a woman’s name…

Your brother Rhaegar was the last dragon, Ser Jorah had said. Dany gazed at her eggs sadly. What had she expected? A thousand thousand years ago they had been alive, but now they were only pretty rocks. [AGOT- Daenerys VI]

“…the dragon…”

And saw her brother Rhaegar, mounted on a stallion as black as his armor. Fire glimmered red through the narrow eye slit of his helm. “The last dragon,” Ser Jorah’s voice whispered faintly. “The last, the last.” Dany lifted his polished black visor. The face within was her own.

After that, for a long time, there was only the pain, the fire within her, and the whisperings of stars.

She woke to the taste of ashes.

“No,” she moaned, “no, please.” [AGOT- Daenerys IX]

A TITLE: DAUGHTER OF DEATH

mother of dragons, daughter of death…

I repeat again, I won’t examine MoD title because it is repeated too many times so the other titles seem more significant. We have Viserys and Rhaegar dying but we see an alive Rhaego…I know they are all dead Targaryens but why not the same format? Why didn’t she see Rhaego as the twisted dead baby instead? Let’s move on.

4) Glowing like sunset, a red sword was raised in the hand of a blue-eyed king who cast no shadow.

5) A cloth dragon swayed on poles amidst a cheering crowd.

6) From a smoking tower, a great stone beast took wing, breathing shadow fire…

Another title: SLAYER OF LIES

mother of dragons, slayer of lies…

We have a king/man (Stannis) posing as the Azor Ahai and probably Aegon (TPTWP?) (or Sarah’s other brilliant idea Victarion, both works) also posing as a savior figure. I believe that Dany is AA and Aegon is probably not a real Targaryen(or Victarion coming to her with his own agenda),so they can be lies that she is going to slay. But the third one doesn’t fit into the group again. There is no man unlike the two visions, there is a beast, probably a dragon? And it also lacks the savior/hero figure motif. Just my idea, of course.I believe that this is Euron waking a dead (?) dragon/beast by sacrificing his lover pregnant Falia and Aeron (which is similar with Daenerys sacrificing unborn Rhaego, her lover Drogo- also King’s blood- and a religion figure Mirri/Aeron- Aeron is also has the King’s blood btw) in TWOW and the smoking tower might be the Hightower motif which Euron is near that place. And if I am right then can we call this a lie? Maybe.[Please read TWOW- Forsaken chapter]

A little bonus about his whereabouts (Sunset Sea):The Sunset Sea or sunset sea is a sea to the west of Westeros. It borders the Reach, the westerlands, the Iron Islands, the riverlands, the north, and the lands beyond the Wall.The Sunset Sea is roamed by swordfish, seals, and whales, and Ironman’s Bay and coastal regions are populated by various fish and shellfish. The north of the sea contains krakens, leviathans, and possibly legendary sea dragons.[awoiaf]

*Also check this Storm x Storm meta about Euron and Daenerys.

Let’s move on:

7) Her silver was trotting through the grass, to a darkling stream beneath a sea of stars.

8) A corpse stood at the prow of a ship, eyes bright in his dead face, grey lips smiling sadly.

9) A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness…

I know many believe that the first one is her wedding night with Drogo and they are probably not wrong but like I said at the beginning I am trying to come up with new ideas so other things caught my attention. I focused on the second vision with corpse on the ship. There is a dead person and a vessel: ship. DEATH and vessel/mount: SHIP.

We assume that it is one of the Greyjoys, probably Euron because he has blue eye (!) and smiling is his thing.

A black leather patch covered Euron’s left eye, but his right was blue as a summer sky.

His smiling eye, thought Victarion. “Crow’s Eye,” he said.

“King Crow’s Eye, brother.” Euron smiled. His lips looked very dark in the lamplight, bruised and blue. [AFFC - The Iron Captain]

Also smiling sadly is like a pun for: GREY-JOY. And I am going to go with that interpretation too but I also found sth interesting and I wanted to show you too.

This is from ADWD- Daenerys I:

The dead man’s face was smooth and hairless, though his cheeks had been slashed open ear to ear. He had been a tall man, blue-eyed and fair of face. Some child of Lys or Old Volantis, snatched off a ship by corsairs and sold into bondage in red Astapor. Though his eyes were open, it was his wounds that wept. There were more wounds than she could count.

"Your Grace,” Ser Barristan said, “there was a harpy drawn on the bricks in the alley where he was found …” [ADWD- Daenerys I]

Not gonna talk about this but maybe someone might find it interesting.

Anyway, like I said, we have deathandship. Then I realized the horse in the first vision. Silver (herhorse) running to a stream under the sea of stars. First of all she is not riding the horse and the horse itself wasn’t running because they secured the horses in wedding chapter, which makes me question: Is this really a memory (the visions that show past are more accurate like Viserys’ and Rhaegar’s deaths) from her wedding night or is it sth else. And I found this: The Dothraki believe that the stars in the sky are horses made of fire, and that the starry sky is a great herd of fiery horses racing across the sky. The Dothraki further believe that these horses of fire are ridden by deceased Dothraki, and that the more fiercely a person burned in life, the brighter said person’s star will be in death. This causes maesters to say that the Dothraki believe the stars are the spirits of the valiant dead. [awoiaf]

Then it hit me! Maybe the stars are hinting death. Her horse is running under dead horses/dead Dothraki. So once again we have DEATH and a mount: HORSE. Also check this out too:

In Westeros the septons spoke of seven hells and seven heavens, but the Seven Kingdoms and their gods were far away. If she died here, Dany wondered, would the horse god of the Dothraki part the grass and claim her for his starry khalasar, so she might ride the nightlands beside her sun-and-stars? [ADWD- Daenerys IX]

The third one doesn’t fit into this pattern. Death can be found in it but where is the vessel/mount? I know people always claim that these three are her lovers/mounts/husbands etc but why not showing Jon as ice dragon rising from death or sth?? [Also if mount/ride mean “bedding” someone then why the riddle says she is gonna ride a mount to bed? It would be like: “you must f*ck (ride) a f*ck (mount) to f*ck(bed)”?]

The vision has death(please read: Sweet blue flower on the wall= deathmeta) though.

It is not coincidence that we learn about Blue Winter Rose story in the same book (ACOK) and we already talked about how it is about Rhaegar/Lyanna and Jon and also Sansa being the flowering Stark maiden etc.

That story mostly hinting RLJ but we forget the ending.

• Ygritte says that thebaby killed his father at frozen FORD...
• And where did Rhaegar die? Ruby FORD.
• Who dreamtbeing Rhaegar in that Ford?Daenerys in AGOT and ASOS.

When word o’ that got back, Bael vowed to teach the lord a lesson. So he scaled the Wall, skipped down the kingsroad, and walked into Winterfell one winter’s night with harp in hand, naming himself Sygerrik of Skagos. Sygerrik means ‘deceiver’ in the Old Tongue, that the First Men spoke, and the giants still speak.

[…] ‘All I ask is a flower,’ Bael answered, ‘the fairest flower that blooms in the gardens o’ Winterfell.’

“Now as it happened the winter roses had only then come into bloom, and no flower is so rare nor precious.

[…] “Her bed they found empty, but for the pale blue rose that Bael had left on the pillow where her head had lain.”

[…] “The song ends when they find the babe, but there is a darker end to the story. Thirty years later, when Bael was King-beyond-the-Wall and led the free folk south, it was young Lord Stark who met him at the Frozen Ford… and killed him, for Bael would not harm his own son when they met sword to sword.”

“So the son slew the father instead,” said Jon. [ACOK- Jon VI]

“…the dragon…”

And saw her brother Rhaegar, mounted on a stallion as black as his armor. Fire glimmered red through the narrow eye slit of his helm. “The last dragon,” Ser Jorah’s voice whispered faintly. “The last, the last.” Dany lifted his polished black visor. The face within was her own.

After that, for a long time, there was only the pain, the fire within her, and the whisperings of stars.

She woke to the taste of ashes.

“No,” she moaned, “no, please.” [AGOT- Daenerys IX]

That night she dreamt that she was Rhaegar, riding to the Trident. But she was mounted on a dragon, not a horse. When she saw the Usurper’s rebel host across the river they were armored all in ice, but she bathed them in dragonfire and they melted away like dew and turned the Trident into a torrent. Some small part of her knew that she was dreaming, but another part exulted. This is how it was meant to be. The other was a nightmare, and I have only now awakened. [ASOS - Daenerys III]

*** Please also read this Jon vs Dany meta because why not?

PLEASE PAY ATTENTION the word ”MOUNT“ in that Dany chapter.

She is talking about mounting A HORSE AND A DRAGON.. (not people ffs). This part is important!!!

What else is armored in ice?? Weirwood’s shadow:

When Varamyr pushed at it, the snow crumbled and gave way, still soft and wet. Outside, the night was white as death; pale thin clouds danced attendance on a silver moon, while a thousand stars watched coldly. He could see the humped shapes of other huts buried beneath drifts of snow, and beyond them the pale shadow of a weirwood armored in ice. To the south and west the hills were a vast white wilderness where nothing moved except the blowing snow. "Thistle,” Varamyr called feebly, wondering how far she could have gone. “Thistle. Woman. Where are you?”

Far away, a wolf gave howl. [ADWD- Prologue]

The imagery of weirwood being armored with ICE can be found in this Bran vision too (Eddard with his sword ICE under heart three and don’t forget the weirwood arrows in Bran’s visions)

Then all at once he was back home again.

Lord Eddard Stark sat upon a rock beside the deep black pool in the godswood, the pale roots of the heart tree twisting around him like an old man’s gnarled arms. The greatsword Ice lay across Lord Eddard’s lap, and he was cleaning the blade with an oilcloth.

“Winterfell,” Bran whispered. [ADWD- Bran III]

And Jon himself:

Burning shafts hissed upward, trailing tongues of fire. Scarecrow brothers tumbled down, black cloaks ablaze. “Snow,” an eagle cried, as foemen scuttled up the ice like spiders. Jon was armored in black ice, but his blade burned red in his fist. As the dead men reached the top of the Wall he sent them down to die again. [ADWD- Jon XII]

“My queen,” the big man said slowly, “all you say is true. But Rhaegar lost on the Trident. He lost the battle, he lost the war, he lost the kingdom, and he lost his life. His blood swirled downriver with the rubies from his breastplate, and Robert the Usurper rode over his corpse to steal the Iron Throne. Rhaegar fought valiantly, Rhaegar fought nobly, Rhaegar fought honorably. And Rhaegar died.” [ASOS- Daenerys II]

I am almost sure that Dany is going to die in Trident just like Rhaegar (that girl deserves an epic death you know… not a cringe one)

Another important part with that vision is that air is filled with sweetness (The other meta I gave you explains how sweetness/blue etc is bad for her so I am not gonna repeat myself here). And like I said most of these visions are hinting AGOT Daenerys VI chapter.

What also happens in that chapter? A wineseller tries to poison her with a sweet wine. (Also “a sweet red from DORNE”? Who was born in Dorne? Jon Snow.)

When Dany paused before his stall, he bowed low. “A taste for the khaleesi? I have a sweet red from Dorne, my lady, it sings of plums and cherries and rich dark oak. A cask, a cup, a swallow? One taste, and you will name your child after me.”

Dany smiled. “My son has his name, but I will try your summerwine,” she said in Valyrian, Valyrian as they spoke it in the Free Cities. The words felt strange on her tongue, after so long. “Just a taste, if you would be so kind.”

[…] Doreah stepped up beside her. “You have the honor to address Daenerys of the House Targaryen, Daenerys Stormborn, khaleesi of the riding men and princess of the Seven Kingdoms.”

The wine merchant dropped to his knees. “Princess,” he said, bowing his head.

[…] Ser Jorah lifted a cup and sniffed at the wine, frowning.

“Sweet, isn’t it?” the wineseller said, smiling. “Can you smell the fruit, ser? The perfume of the Arbor. Taste it, my lord, and tell me it isn’t the finest, richest wine that’s ever touched your tongue.”

Ser Jorah offered him the cup. “You taste it first.” [AGOT- Daenerys VI]

A SWEET SMELLING WINE to kill her. I think Arya (?) might try to kill Daenerys with poison but when it fails Jon might kill that very angry Dany in Trident.

So that vision is about Jon’s parentage, the love between a man from Beyond the Wall and a Stark maiden, killing your kin and poison just for Dany… And no mount!

Let’s move on.

Another title: BRIDE OF FIRE

"mother of dragons, bride of fire…”

This title reminds us when she bacame the bride of fire: (Also please pay attention the part where dead Drogo mounts a horse to ride to sky to become a star)

AGOT- Daenerys X: THE PYRE

Tiny flames went darting up the wood like swift red mice, skating over the oil and leaping from bark to branch to leaf. A rising heat puffed at her face, soft and sudden as a lover’s breath, but in seconds it had grown too hot to bear.

[…] She had sensed the truth of it long ago, Dany thought as she took a step closer to the conflagration, but the brazier had not been hot enough. The flames writhed before her like the women who had danced at her wedding, whirling and singing and spinning their yellow and orange and crimson veils, fearsome to behold, yet lovely, so lovely, alive with heat. Dany opened her arms to them, her skin flushed and glowing. This is a wedding, too, she thought.

[…] She saw a horse, a great grey stallion limned in smoke, its flowing mane a nimbus of blue flame.Yes, my love, my sun-and-stars, yes, mount now, ride now.

[…] Now, she thought, now, and for an instant she glimpsed Khal Drogo before her, mounted on his smoky stallion, a flaming lash in his hand. He smiled, and the whip snaked down at the pyre, hissing.

[…] No, she wanted to shout to him, no, my good knight, do not fear for me. The fire is mine. I am Daenerys Stormborn, daughter of dragons, bride of dragons, mother of dragons, don’t you see? Don’t you SEE? With a belch of flame and smoke that reached thirty feet into the sky, the pyre collapsed and came down around her. Unafraid, Dany stepped forward into the firestorm, calling to her children.

The third crack was as loud and sharp as the breaking of the world. [AGOT; Daenerys X]

And right after that title, Dany sees more visions. Like I said, why does she need more visions for 9 riddles? Number three shouldn’t fool us. There is a secret number 4 and they all make 3 in the end….

10) Shadows whirled and danced inside a tent, boneless and terrible.

“There is a price,” the godswife warned her.

“You’ll have gold, horses, whatever you like.”

“It is not a matter of gold or horses. This is bloodmagic, lady. Only death may pay for life.”

“Death?” Dany wrapped her arms around herself protectively, rocked back and forth on her heels. “My death?” She told herself she would die for him, if she must. She was t

This is by a long shot, but can someone with ocd and any spare mental strength please talk to me or say something kind.. I know reassurance is not good for ocd byt I am having an extremely difficult time and could use a pick me up.. thank yoy so much… I updated this on 12 pm.. I have finally eaten…

had an invigorating conversation with someone at work today that involved me accidentally recognizing a belt done w shibari and then carrying on the remainder of the transaction with them, both of us Very Well Aware of the implications. i don’t even know what to say. they had good taste in pathfinder stuff, though.