This is what I mean.
Has this boy ever looked at himself in the mirror and smiled? Has he ever looked in a mirror and liked what he sees?
It's like he's internalized that he's always disappointing someone. Either his mother, his dead brother, the royal court, the whole country, his classmates, his boyfriend, or himself...
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Post s3e6 what happens now?
I am begining to write an 'after' fic which has brought up a lot of questions and speculation that I'd like to share. Yes willmon is endgame but also where do they go from here?
Class
Money (what are the Erikssons doing with their money from August?)
The rift between Wille’s elitist upbringing and Simon’s economical and political beliefs
Wille needs to learn and figure out what he wants his relationship with politics and money to be
Abdication
Wille is giving up the crown but he now has to go through that process
Official meetings
What is his new title going to be
What money does he have not has Crown Prince
The official statement of abdication and handing the duty to August
Figuring out the PR strategy for this as well
Wille isn’t free automatically he is going to price for a little while longer while they introduce August more prominently to the public so that the crown isn’t handed off to seemingly a stranger
They also have to figure out a way to make sure it is clear that this is a choice Wille made for himself rather than because of his very publicised relationship
Making sure there won’t be speculation that he is leaving voluntarily because the Swedish monarchy doesn’t want a queer monarchy because that would be a media shitstorm
School
Where is Wille going to school? And Simon?
Even with abdication he is still a part of the Swedish aristocracy would he go to another posh school?
I think not with everything that happened at Hilerska but its also the thing he knows, so how does he figure that out?
Where does Simon go? He wouldn’t want to go to another rich kid school
Will they go to school together?
If so what interest will their classmates take in them, how would they maintain their privacy
Even apart what would their privacy look like
What would their relationship look like if they do decide to not go to school together?
Same questions for Felice and Sara because they also have to go to school they are all children and education is very important lol
Familial relations
Wille and his parents need to repair their relationship
Do Simon and Sara start working on a better relationship Micke?
I want Wille to get to meet Micke I think that interaction would be great
Public relations
Yes they are free but sadly the public doesn’t entirely care
Luckily on an international scale the Swedish monarchy doesn’t hold much attention but maybe that has changed since Wille’s scandals and then open queer relationship? This is never addressed in the show
But amongst Swedes especially after abdication people will have a vested interest
Think Harry and Megan (obvs the UK royals are a much bigger scale but the point stands)
Like people still really care what they're up to, and Megan and Simon have those similar experiences of being a poc partner of a european royal family member, the harassment doesn’t suddenly stop once you've left the direct limelight of royal life
Platonic relationships
What is Wille’s relationship with Rosh and Ayub?
They have witnessed every thing that Simon has gone through because of his relationship with Wille and now they are back together again
They do respect him because of his choice to leave the monarchy, they are maybe not even surprised because they did witness the “I could be free with you” speech
But do they trust him?
On that note does Linda? She definitely cares for Wille but she also knows how this has affected her son.
Does Wille have to prove his intentions and himself?
Can he Rosh and Ayub truly form a friendship? How will that happen
Simon, Wille, Sara, and Felice have forged their own kind of found family through shared traumas and love for one another, how to Rosh and Ayub fit into that new dynamic? Will there be conflict because of this?
What does a friend group consisting of all of them look like?
Other than mega gay
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ok so NO ONE in the Fandom knows what Wille's hobbies are, so this is the wonderful opportunity to tell you that how much that boy would love GARDENING!!!
I'm serious. literally just look at him and tell me he won't cry over one of his plants dying, or the seeds not germinating.
He would have a freaking JUNGLE in that cute lil mansion of Simon and his. And every time he got a new plant Simon would try to yell at him but just couldn't.
TRY to tell me this wouldn't be the case!
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[ “SOMEBODY TOLD ME”]:
BREAKING MY BACK JUST TO KNOW YOUR NAME. SEVENTEEN TRACKS AND I’VE HAD IT WITH THIS GAME. A BREAKIN’ MY BACK JUST TO KNOW YOUR NAME—BUT HEAVEN AIN’T CLOSE IN A PLACE LIKE THIS.
— The Killers, Hot Fuss (2004)
Princess Rhaenyra’s insolence is wearing her stepmother’s patience thin. Queen Alicent is not ten years her senior, but even during her own sixteenth year, she cannot recall herself behaving so brazenly. She would never burst into courtly discussions in nothing but gilded armor and the underskirts of her riding leathers, awash in blood. (She would never be spotted in blood that was not her own, anyway. Alicent has never picked up a sword, not one that belonged to her.) Nevermind that Rhaenyra is attending to diplomatic affairs with bared teeth and scales, no—the crux of the matter is just that, her affairs. Rhaenyra is the Realm’s Delight, a beauty incomparable to any fair maiden, Alicent included. She indulges herself with appetite of a spoiled child, the confidence of man, and the pickings befitting only to her royal blood. Criston Cole. Daemon Targaryen. Harwin Strong. Laena Velaryon. She’s full of love, isn’t she? That selfish, foolish girl. What does Rhaenyra Targaryen know of love, of duty? She is a child in so many ways—she thinks killing makes her a man, thinks the throne is hers despite being a woman, thinks she can have her knight and her uncle and her protector and Laena Velaryon in one fail swoop. She’s wrong. She doesn’t know herself half as well as Alicent does. Alicent, who sees her for what she truly is, who wants to see all of her and more of her and none of her. Alicent has been stolen into the Keep by her own father—both of their fathers—but Rhaenyra is the key to this place, is the window to everything barred. Rhaenyra Targaryen has a dragon. Rhaenyra can fly.
That’s what Rhaenyra had promised her once, with her lips pulled back in a grin, exposing the white of her teeth like the violently radiant creature she was. “Perhaps when you grow tired of plotting against me, we shall ride on dragonback together,” she had said. The tease.
Alicent had yanked her into an empty corridor by the silk of her sleeve, ready to chastise her for her ill behavior. Conversing with the lords and ladies of the court at a feast was one thing, but chattering about her bloody encounters in battle over the pudding tureen were another. The lord at her elbow was going green. Alicent’s own face was likely red; her heart raced whenever Rhaenyra got like this. Alicent had never seen the battlefield—only seen battered men in dented armor and the slumps of corpses lined along dirt roads in the aftermath of war—but her own imagination terrified her like nothing else.
(Rhaenyra is better with a sword than half of the knights in Westeros, and more lovely than the lot. Her reign has not yet begun, but already the commoners flock to her—lured in by tales of her beauty and fine hair—and soldiers would follow her into battle. Alicent would not follow, but she would watch and bite her nails down to the quick.
She thinks of the figure Rhaenyra cuts in full armor, the heat in her gaze underneath the slots of her helmet. Alicent remembers the weight of her own hand in Rhaenyra’s—which was gloved—when the princess rode up to the spectators box and grasped it in her own, bringing Alicent’s knuckles to her lips. She thinks of Rhaenyra murdered in the sky, skewered with another man’s sword, plummeting to the ground, torn in half, streaking crimson across the clouds. Alicent would scream, or cry. She might laugh. She would throw herself from the window of her tower. Rhaenyra’s bloody exploits terrified Alicent for reasons she could not identify, and excited her for reasons she refused to.)
“I’d sooner be confined to the castle for the rest of my days than get on the back of that bloody lizard,” Alicent scoffed. Rhaenyra only tucked her hand over Alicent’s, where it was resting on her forearm. She flexed her fingers, moving to release her grip on the dark fabric, but Rhaenyra intertwined their fingers and held them fast.
“You’re confined already. You are already accustomed to such a thing. I know you. But—”
“But you forget yourself. You think you’re invulnerable, Rhaenyra. You don’t know who you are.” Alicent intends for it to be a sneer, but instead it comes out quietly, and too gentle for disdain. She can’t know. Rhaenyra is as trapped as she is, but they’re trapped together. They belong together. She belongs with Alicent.
“I am Rhaenyra Targaryen, Heir to the Iron Throne and all of Westeros. I am a dragonrider. I am—I am your daughter. In a way. Your sister, too. Your enemy. Your sword, your shield.”
“And what am I?” What else is left for me? Alicent wonders.
“My Queen. For now.” Rhaenyra cocks her head, and the gleam in her eyes burns like fire raining down. “When I am Queen, you will be my lady.”
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