Keep walking. If I look back I am lost. Memories walked with her. Clouds seen from above. Horses small as ants thundering through the grass. A silver moon, almost close enough to touch. Rivers running bright and blue below, glimmering in the sun. Will I ever see such sights again? On Drogon’s back she felt whole. Up in the sky the woes of this world could not touch her. How could she abandon that? It was time, though. A girl might spend her life at play, but she was a woman grown, a queen, a wife, a mother to thousands.
Crimson Lady comes, a perfect maiden clothed in shadow, a whore with Her terrible grail bright as the sun of the dead, a devourer, ever Herself: merry with gore for paint, dancing, unbraided, with demons upon the wind, undefined, unbound, unfathomable, endless. She cradles dawn like a child and wraps it in red for conquest.
The Winter Palace is a palace in Orlais built on the ruins of ancient elven grounds in the city of Halamshiral.
What could be better than a king? A hero.
Aquaman (2018) dir. James Wan