the prince who was promised: the prodigal son, blood of the ruby red dragon and the bleeding sun, cleaved down by his own usurper-aunt and bastard brother. i call that a song of ice and fire, baby!!!
aka “the thought of the triumphant and beloved prince who would make an excellent king coming to westeros, reclaiming his father’s throne, and then getting cast down by the protagonists of the story anyways despite being a good fit for the crown? that’s some bittersweet Ice and Fire, baby"