the way my brain didn’t connect that the lil Frey kid who dunk called “snot-nosed” and “hideous little heir” and “has the most irritating laugh… [dunk wants to] throw him down a well.” IS FUCKING WALDER FREY THE GUEST RIGHT VIOLATION CONNOISSEUR AND THE RED WEDDING ORCHESTRATOR !!!!!!! OH MY GOD I’VE BEEN LAUGHING FOR FIVE MINUTES STRAIGHT !!!!!!!!!!!
Dexter Sol Ansell, playing Egg (the future King Aegon V Targaryen), is best known for playing the (very) young Coriolanus Snow in the opening scene for The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes.
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I think Dexter is a perfect choice for Egg! He looks very HBO-Targaryen, and IMO has a strong resemblance to Leo Ashton (young Aemond in HOTD S1), as well as Emma D'Arcy (Rhaenyra). Of course he'll be shaving his head (poor kid), and with those light eyebrows, I'm sure he will be very very egg, lol.
Our new Dunk, Peter Claffey, from Portumma, Ireland, used to be a rugby player (he's 1.96m, 6'5"), but left the sport in 2018 and got into acting. Here's a clip from his agent's site, and for more videos see here.
I personally think this clip is highly convincing of Peter's potential in this role. "We could use a man-mountain like you", indeed.
I’m obsessed with GRRM’s new not a blog post because he’s basically like “I need to hurry up and finish that pesky Winds of Winter thingie so that I can move on and concentrate on what’s really important… the Dunk and Egg novellas!”
It is interesting how egg repeatedly calls bloodraven ‘baseborn’ and how dunk has to correct him MULTIPLE times, and remind him that he means bastard. Which on its face doesn’t seem that weird given the prejudice of bastards in asoiaf, but considering bloodraven was literally born to a king and a noblewoman he’s about as far from the smallfolk as could be. which again shows how deep the stigma for illegitimate children runs, as in egg’s mind at least there is no discernible difference between how a bastard should be treated and how a peasant should be treated (obviously his views change later on but still)
This pale white castle, you, a dragon bursting from an egg, I dreamed it all, just as I once dreamed of my brothers lying dead. They were twelve and I was only seven, so they laughed at me, and died. I am two-and-twenty now, and I trust my dreams.