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- Only one.
Behold!
The traitor dragon Meleys!
Slain at Rook's Rest by your king!
To Aegon!
- It can't be...
Mark my words, this is a black omen.
Rhaenyra will answer this.
โTis an abomination.
Don't they realize we won the battle?
Strange victory
if it was one.
Behold!
The traitor dragon Meleys!
I thought the dragons was gods.
Slain at Rook's Rest by your king!
It's just meat.
Is he alive?
His Grace
remains with us, for the moment.
Is my son going to die?
I'm afraid I cannot say.
Now, if you'll excuse me, Your Grace,
Of course.
Easy as you Can.
Someone will have to rule in his stead.
- What happened?
At the cost of some 900 men.
So I've heard.
I left a meager garrison
and the king's dragon.
Sunfyre was long in the dying.
The king, Ser Criston, what befell him?
His Grace fought valiantly.
And Aemond?
What was his part in this?
I could not say.
Our largest dragon has been killed.
Criston Cole marches
Duskendale and Rook's Rest are gone.
We still have no ground army
but the one we hope
He who has left us,
Do you take issue with me, Ser Alfred?
My loyalty to you is proven, my queen.
Your loyalty, perhaps,
but your willingness to give me deference
I could never doubt your capability,
It is merely that the gentler sex,
to the strategies of battle,
There has been peace in our lifetime.
You've seen no more battles than I have.
Send to Maidenpool and to Crackclaw Point.
Let them man their garrisons
if they find them wanting.
If Cole pursues his campaign,
We must answer Rook's Rest
- and Duskendale.
But Vhagar is depleted
If Aegon is dead--
We will soon know it.
โTwould be a victory in name only.
They will soon prop up another
The time is ripe.
If we can strike King's Landing
Then I myself must do it.
My queen, you are the crown.
What would you have me do?
Jace?
Where are you going?
To Harrenhal.
To treat with Daemon.
Rhaenys is fallen.
He must affirm his loyalty to my mother
And you think you will tame him
My mother gladly sends you away
whilst I'm here being forced to play
It's humiliating, Baela.
She only protects you.
You are the succession.
Then I must be seen to act for her claim
I can sit still no longer.
I must act.
The Freys.
They control the crossing at the Twins.
Cregan Stark's graybeards
If his men had a direct route
we would not have to wait
I will treat with The Freys to secure it.
She will not like it.
Then don't tell her. Not until I'm away.
The hour is late
You have no choice but to submit.
Our terms are simple, Lord Bracken.
Renounce the false king Aegon as a usurper
or your house burns.
I would sooner be
than bend my knee before some heathen
and his hired dragon.
The Brackens were a people hatched out
of the deepest of the Seven Hells,
It would be a kindness to oblige them
and send them back whence they came.
Did your brother's head
I heard the maggots got to it.
That is quite the impression,
But alas, not an answer.
We choose fire.
I did not think they would be
They made their choice.
- You should've indulged them.
I came here to raise swords, not corpses.
But now you see what my house
They are pigheaded, intransigent--
They would rather burn than succumb.
Exactly the kind of men I need.
It may yet be possible, I think,
We have fought them for an age and more.
Then perhaps you could try
persuading.
They are unyielding in battle.
But every man has a weakness.
You take my meaning, then.
There are things the crown itself must
Show them your worst.
I am your servant, Your Grace.
Over the centuries,
have broken themselves
Are you listening?
My lady.
The Eyrie itself is impregnable.
Unless, of course,
You promised the Queen Rhaenyra
In return for protection. A dragon.
Then she has exceeded your terms.
Both still wet from the egg.
I have hunting hounds
They are dragons nonetheless.
I do not recall you specifying
Will you goad me, child?
When your bread and shelter
The dragons will grow
- in time.
I mislike feeling powerless.
So do I.
This will be your chamber.
My sympathies for the death
The way they spoke
Do they hold you responsible
I would rather they had.
They speak around me, not to me.
They would make me queen,
They betray their own smallness.
In truth, I cannot fault them.
I am now the sovereign.
And war has ever been for men to make.
You are your fathers chosen successor.
He did not prepare me to fight.
If I had been a son,
a sword thrust into my hand
Instead, I was given my father's cup,
taught the name of every lord and castle
but not the difference
And they know it.
And Daemon as well--
Shall your evening meal
Not now.
Will you send to him?
For too long,
If I must be supplicant to my own husband,
I do not Know my part, Mysaria.
The path I walk has never been trod.
Criston Cole made a mistake.
Parading a dragon's head
but the people see an ill omen.
Yes, as do I.
They are afraid, bread is scarce,
they whisper to each other
there was peace.
But will whispers tear down stone,
Do not underestimate your subjects.
They are a thousand-thousand
and forgotten for too long.
And you think they will turn to me.
To the discontented, rumors are feed.
Your Grace.
What you cannot do, let others do for you.
There is more than one way to fight a war.
The thought of her lying in a field,
Did your grandmother ever tell you
She snuck into the Dragonpit.
She knew that place better than any Elder.
They say she could see in the dark.
My father was furious.
His own mother's dragon,
and she'd have none of him.
But bent her neck to Rhaenys.
She was fierce
in love and in anger.
She did not always care for me, but
for what she gave me in the end,
I wished I had known her
You are very like her in some ways.
And with her gone,
Your Grace?
Would you give this to your grandsire?
I do not wish to stand alone.
Daemon.
Daemon.
You were always the strong one.
The finest swordsman.
The fearless dragonrider.
Your brother had great love in his heart
but he lacked your constitution.
Viserys was unsuited for the crown
but you, Daemon,
If only you'd been born first.
My favorite son.
Is the duck not to your liking,
There's also goose, if you'd prefer it.
I like the goose, myself.
I'm not hungry.
I was saying, given the rather dire news
it appears the winds have shifted
and will be unsure of what is to follow.
A good time, then, for a show of strength.
I believe Willem Blackwood
We must ready the castle
You seem sure of this.
All men may be led, Ser Simon.
Even Rivermen.
'Tis a matter of showing them
How does the work here progress?
Oh...
We're drawing water for the kitchens
- and lighting the forges.
That is merely the beginning, of course.
The roof alone has needed tending
And the storerooms. And...
and the Wailing Tower.
The bats have made the corridors
with the quantity of their...
Their shit.
I venture there are smiths and armorers
Well, send for them, and levy the farmers
Task their huntsmen
There is, of course,
After the tragedy that befell his father,
Larys transferred his family's wealth
Is there any gold left in your coffers?
Enough to keep this small establishment
Relatively.
I rather thought, Your Grace,
that perhaps she could provide
- if you could only write to her.
Harrenhal is my command.
I shall guarantee the payment myself.
Up, up.
Very well, Your Grace.
You should address me as "my king."
But you're the prince.
What would you call
- Well, the king...
...consort.
That last bit seems unnecessary,
The armor was Valyrian steel
but His Grace suffered grievous burns over
He has many broken bones.
I fear there are more injuries within,
We are grateful for your works,
- Has he woken?
I must admit,
I have plied my crafts
Our king's fate lies with the gods now.
A king cannot rule in his sleep.
The realm will have noticed his absence.
Let them hear of his great deeds
But now we must name a regent
until he recovers
or does not.
A wise strategy, Your Grace.
A regency will assure the people
Did you have a candidate in mind,
I myself served in this role
I am well-prepared to do it again.
You played your part admirably
but circumstances have changed.
And here I had forgotten.
The king does not lack for heirs.
The obvious choice is
Agreed.
Aemond is young.
And his lack of restraint
It is experience that offers
Queen Alicent ably
when her husband's health failed him.
Experience is valuable, yes,
I am no stranger to rule
Aemond is a fearsome dragonrider.
His skill is best employed in the field
but my experience is needed here,
No offense was meant, Your Grace, but
- at a time when we must show strength.
I agree, Your Grace.
What would it say if,
we raised up a woman of our own?
But...
but the Hand speaks for the king's voice.
Aemonzd is the next in line.
It must be him.
It's agreed then.
What is our standing in the Riverlands?
The banners of House Tully
Prince Daemon has little hope
We would do well to send word
It's only a matter of time
Tell me, Lord Strong,
who leaves the jewel of the Riverlands
Your brother's host can meet Daemon.
He should quicken its pace
while their banners are in disarray.
I shall send Lord Jason encouragement.
- What else?
to the smallfolk here in King's Landing.
They have grown weary
So have we all.
Many are fleeing the city,
Then let the gates be closed.
No one is to leave or enter,
Merchants, so forth.
Go to your tasks.
We shall meet again at first light.
Oh, and someone cut down
The city's safe no longer.
There is no food.
Our neighbors are stealing
We must get out.
And where would you have us go?
North, maybe? South?
For all we know, every road leads
Like the one they carted
You think Rhaenyra will let
We should make for Tumbleton.
My brother will have room.
You would have me turn beggar?
Are we not beggars already?
Have you been paid for those machines
The king has promised payment.
The king has lied!
By all means,
stay and wait
With them, you can feed
Presumed you'd be here.
Seeing faithfully
Aemonzd is the next in line.
It is the order of things.
You know what he is,
what he has somehow become.
Has your loyalty faded?
and flee the sunrise like a moth?
What I saw at Rook's Rest--
What? What did you see?
Their armor melted.
There were men walking. They were on fire.
We have given the war to the dragons.
A dragonrider should lead us.
And what of justice, of temperance?
So you cast me aside.
Have I not spared you?
What we must do now is terrible.
Will you preside over it?
- Is this who you are, Alicent?
And I did not give you leave
Halt!
Stay back!
We've got to get out!
Somebody get him!
Stay back! No!
Holdfast, holdfast!
Stay back! Hold!
Back!
Disperse, disperse!
By order of Aemond Targaryen,
Prince Regent
- Aemond?
- I don't know.
- You are ordered to return to your homes!
- Meat!
Stay back!
Our Lord Grover Tully
It means death to bare steel
as I'm sure my prince is aware.
And against your queen?
Jason Lannister is marshaling to the west.
We need to check him
That requires passage.
And if Stark's army is too slow?
Winter is nigh upon us.
Our hesitance does not lie
nor in the ruminations
Our fear lies in Vhagar.
You fear a dragon leagues away
- Do you offer us your protection?
And the protection of my uncle.
And Daemon, I'm sure,
He will do as his queen commands.
That does lend us some comfort.
Though it occurs to me that dragons
Or three.
What do you want?
Larys Strong has been
Does the queen intend
You want Harrenhal.
For that, my mother will want
What does Her Grace desire?
Bent knees.
Up.
You were born to wield a sword,
There are others who would sit idle
and wait for their claims
That is not my way.
Does splitting firewood justify
Let it not be said that Daemon Targaryen
Let me see them.
Sit.
Sit!
I hear strange things from Bracken land,
There's news, then?
News?
No.
What I hear, I hear in the wind.
Cries of anguish.
Children being taken from their mothers,
men coming home
their wives carried away.
War is a terrible thing.
This is not war.
These are crimes against the innocent,
Surely you haven't mistaken me
The Brackens had their chance
They will perhaps think better
if their children's lives
Is that the kind of army you would raise?
Men who hate you,
who serve you under duress?
Well, once they agree to serve me,
Set an example for the rest
And once again, in the name of power,
it's the weak and the women
That fool, Aegon, is unlike to survive.
The realm will suffer
You should pray you never meet him.
He will cut you down
I'd heard the same thing about you.
I'm sure your tactics are, after all,
She cannot succeed, Alys.
Even if I willed it to be so.
The people who support her
They look to a man for strength.
Who's better suited to it?
Or Viserys's first true heir?
When I take King's Landing,
Rhaenyra is welcome to join me there
King and queen, ruling together.
- And if you lose?
and none of this will be my problem.
It's a pity, don't you think,
A message, Your Grace.
Fresh news from Stone Hedge.
The Blackwoods have overwhelmed
and Lord Amos has pledged
House Bracken is yours.
Call Ser Willem here
The Blackwoods will be
I sought you at High Tide.
I was surprised when they said
My castle is a tomb.
Empty. Haunted.
I am sad to have missed its highest days.
I imagine your Hall of Nine
all eager to treat with the legendary
The wealth you brought back
inspiring awe and envy.
I wonder if any of them knew
Queen Rhaenyra wishes to name you Hand.
Even the death of my wife
Has she not asked enough of my house?
It is a sign of her great esteem.
Or does she think the position
Pledge your peace to King's Landing, then.
They will accept it most gleefully.
Rather I would sail
You have done so before,
at great cost to yourself
Rhaenys was not only your wife,
She was a Targaryen princess.
The Queen Who Never Was.
And she flew to Rook's Rest
- In defense of her kin.
She died as she would have
with honor, in dragonfire.
The way my mother chose
and the way I myself wish to meet my end.
I grieve my grandmother who loved me
I will see Rhaenyra ascend
As Rhaenys herself should have.
You yourself may do as you see fit.
Granddaughter.
I would make you my heir.
I am blood and fire.
Driftmark must pass to salt and sea.
Your Grace.
You were correct
in saying our best hope of an army
And I have, perhaps,
I wish you to go to Harrenhal.
Are you removing me from your council?
Ser Alfred,
I will not deny you have tried
or that I would prefer a council
but...
you and your house served my father well
and I know you will never
Not while I live, Your Grace.
We cannot challenge King's Landing
but I will not send a message by raven
I ask you to reason with him.
Find out his state of mind
Intentions?
Whether he means to raise a host for me
He would not dare.
Have you known Daemon to lack in daring?
Go now with haste.
Have you any message for him?
Tell him I would much like to finish
Your Grace.
Your Grace.
What is it, Ser Simon?
The Riverlords have come, Your Grace.
- They wish an audience.
- What godless hour is it?
They are demanding to speak presently.
I see I must begin here
Or failing that, in proper fear
Is there some reason you feel free
Or shall I now begin your education?
House Bracken have been brought to heel
- That news is stale.
There have been complications.
The sacred septs on Bracken lands
As were the fields and farms.
The livestock was stolen
They pursued the women and the children.
There were works of barbarity.
Punishing Bracken for his own treasons
- But these other acts.
- They would not see reason.
the war for the crown to visit atrocities
- upon their old rivals.
their quarrels, and I tell you,
- such as this.
These beasts proudly carried
Red dragon on black.
A terrible war
Have you looked after our girls?
We should've expected
who ordered the slaughter of a child
That is a lie. And I will have the man
Well, your man is half the kingdom,
Know this, interloper:
the Riverlands are an ancient place,
watched closely by the eyes
And dragon or no,
we shall not raise
- Move along, lass.
I thought she was dead.
Would she die without collecting her due?
I must see an old friend.
Most people want out these days.
Elinda.
Was it worth the price?
Mummy.
Prince Jacaerys, Your Grace.
Visenya.
Vhagar's first rider,
I hope you do not mean to use her
Why shouldn't I?
It was a long time ago.
What is the mood at the Twins?
Did his lordship quibble?
He wishes for the Freys
At war's end. Assuming.
I'm proud of you, Jace.
Then, why do you look angry?
You chafed at being prevented from action.
Imagine my lot. I'm a dragonrider as well,
And yet, I must wait here,
always prudent,
sending others to fight
Even you have managed to do your part.
You are the queen,
the tie that binds us.
- No harm can come to you.
and I did not give you leave to go.
You do not give me
But who else is there? Rhaenys is dead,
And when Aemond comes hunting for you?
Your dragon is young.
Will you fly before Vhagar as Luke did?
Perhaps Daemon could--
Daemon is not here.
And Aemond now rules in King's Landing.
Is Aegon dead?
Dead or alive,
Aemond will not wait long
I have done all I can from here,
But if all else fails,
Vhagar is big, but Syrax is quicker.
So was Meleys.
Meleys fought two dragons
Shall I fight for my birthright?
Or shall I wait here
I need dragons.
We have no dearth of dragons.
We have two large enough
They are called Vermithor and Silverwing
Yes, and if only they had riders,
I would go forth in strength
There is Rhaena.
Who nearly lost
I would not risk it again.
There are those of our line
Those who married into other noble houses,
A generation ago, or more.
And yet...
A dragon will only accept
- Or so say the histories.
Written to gild us in glory.
Are you suggesting we put
- A Tarly?
There are records here,
and of those who fell out of it.
There could be scores of them.
It's a mad thought.
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