You'd be forgiven for assuming that last week's climactic confrontation between Alicent and Rhaenyra was the last straw, the triggering point, the singular event from which there was no coming back, the moment that finally touched off the ruinous dragon-on-dragon war that's been so long in coming. After all, accusations were made! Knives (well, a dagger, anyway) came out! Blood was drawn! Both sides returned to their respective corners to nurse their wounds and their grudges until they festered and suppurated. Back on Game of Thrones , a show about disparate, scattered clans battling for supremacy, that might be the case. But House of the Dragon is about a single clan. A family. And "family ," as everyone knows, means: "Guys can we please pretend that we can stand each other long enough to get through one lousy meal?" Ask anyone who's spent an interminable Thanksgiving dinner pretending not to hear the stream of racist invective burbling out