As with most current things, I am not current. I am about six episodes in to the first season of Game of Thrones and I have to tell you - I'm in. After hearing friends discuss dragons, dire wolves and all things sexual, I felt it was my duty as an ill-informed TV viewer to check it out. The premise is absurd, I mean, of course it's absurd. But as absurdities go, this is the Ken Burns of mythical and supernatural tales.
My favorite characters by far and away are Daenerys and Drogo. What a hot power couple. I don't know what it is about Drogo. Call it my attraction to tall, dark and tortured, but Drogo really does it for me. Spoiler alert: You know what's terrible about the internet? The fact that I went looking for a picture of them and saw that Drogo dies. Of course he does, I mean I knew one of them had to, but damnit.
While their relationship may have started off a bit rocky, (what with the whole no eye contact during forceful sex bits), they really have hit their stride. Daenerys has assumed her sexual prowess and confidence over her overpowering and vaguely Satan-faced husband, turning him into a regular John Cusack in love.
I just finished the episode of the failed attempt on Daenerys' life at the marketplace, thus spawning her husband to declare war. Drogo rushes into the tent to embrace his bride, calling her "Moon of my Life." Daenerys steps back, lovingly and proudly watching her husband shout threats of war. "I will rape your women!" he angrily screams to an amped up group of followers. She smiles.
What an understanding wife and queen it must take to allow your husband to assume his rightful place as the dominant overlord of all the land. I wish I didn't already know that one of them must ultimately die. I was really hoping for a spin off prequel: Daenerys and Drogo - The Early Years.
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