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The battle...

It is won.

I...

What have you done?

Jace.

Jace.

What have you done?

How could you?

How could you do this? How?

How could you do this to me?

You answer me!

How could you do this?

You answer me! Please!

How could you do this?

Your Grace, leave him.

You must leave him, Your Grace.

How dare you set your hands on me!

How dare you!

My queen...

I have failed you.

My life must be forfeit.

And what good would that do?

Will it wake my son?

Will it change the truth of his folly and yours?

And yours!

All of you who knew what Jacaerys had done and stood by.

Are your lives, too, not forfeit?

Have you not betrayed your queen?

Lord Corlys!

Lord Corlys!

Lord Corlys!

Whoa, calm.

Help me.

My lady.

I have done a terrible thing.

Why have you come here?

There was a battle.

The prince Jacaerys, it seems, is dead.

-You need to go now. -Oh, there was ships and smoke.

I wanted only to help, truly.

-But Sheepstealer was frightened, so-- -I don't care.

You were supposed to be on a ship to Pentos.

Well, I need asylum, my lady.

-I had nowhere else to go. -How dare you? Asylum?

You run from my charge and you bring disaster to my doorstep.

-The queen will be hunting you. -None saw that it was me.

I would say you had lost all sense,

but then I doubt you had any in the first place.

Don't come back here.

Do you want a dragon or not?

You said yourself you were deceived in your dealings with the queen.

Taken for a fool.

You wanted protection. I offer it now.

Vhagar is at large.

Sheepstealer has long made his home here.

All we need from you...

is blindness.

The Vale is vast.

I cannot stop a dragon from abiding where it pleases.

I do not wish to see you again.

I tell a tale of a fearsome war

Thank our lucky stones

10,000 came, but we had more

And pressed 'em to the bloody shore

Now we can't see the water's floor

Hey, hey, hey!

'Cause the lake's full of their bones

-Fish feed! -Fish feed!

-Fish feed! -Fish feed!

Smashed to smithereens!

Fish feed! Fish feed!

Fish feed!

We drowned the fucking Greens

I tell you a tale of a cunning trick

How did it come to pass?

Aemond comes, they said, run quick!

With his one good eye, he looks a prick

And we've got Daemon, so go stick...

...your dragon up your ass!

Ser Simon Strong, Your Grace.

Well, well, well.

Reminds you of the old times.

When the Riverlands were ascendant,

music and meat and virile young men.

And which of these delights drew you to us through glade and glen?

I bring gifts, in token of your victories at the Red Fork and on the lakeshore.

The finest wine from House Strong's cellars.

Whoa!

Wine!

And a message for you.

From the queen.

Your Grace?

Is there something amiss?

The crown prince is dead.

I'm summoned now to King's Landing to claim the Iron Throne for our queen.

I charge you to march south and meet me there.

And send men to garrison Harrenhal, but march with strength.

And when Rhaenyra has claimed the Iron Throne,

we will send dragons to scour the skies above you.

Be cunning, be steadfast.

Cut down any who remain to resist you.

We will be the queen's fist.

None will stand against us.

To King's Landing!

-And the day we meet again. -King's Landing!

I have seen that your coming has been an omen of the end.

-The end of what? -Many things.

And the beginning of others.

I would thank you for your help, but I'm not sure yet

what your purpose has been.

I've done the queen a service.

I put 40,000 rivermen at her call.

Tell her...

I want Harrenhal.

I've lived there all my long life,

and I've seen it given from hand to hand.

And yet none seem to cherish it.

Why should it not come to me?

You have neither name, nor title, nor noble husband.

The crown is not in the habit of giving out castles to midwives.

And is midwife the sum of what you think I am?

I will speak with her. Perhaps there is...

some other reward she may extend your way.

Some other reward?

I ask for food and you offer me rubies.

For all their worth...

they will never satisfy my hunger.

Go home, Daemon.

But do not come back here.

Remember what I told you.

Many before have left my grandsire for dead,

and they were all mistaken.

We will find him.

Oh!

You...

You knew him as a child.

He was stern...

but gentle.

At least in my eyes.

He loved my grandmother

more than few men I have seen love their wives.

It was for her sake...

I think, that he tried to forget about you.

Your brother told me.

We were not mere memories to be forgotten.

No.

He is proud as well,

to his detriment.

Stiff of neck.

Ah.

That side of him, I know.

Knew.

I will not say so yet.

And your betrothed?

We were children together.

I'm tired of losing people, Alyn.

He's searching, too.

-You seem to be in less pain. -No, I'm not.

You no longer ask for milk of the poppy--

That's because I'm not fucking speaking to you.

Right.

You're still furious that I saved your life.

You betrayed my identity to our captors.

Who you needlessly antagonized, Your Grace.

They were going to murder you.

You are at least now

headed in the right direction towards the coast.

Yeah, and what happens when we get there?

When we're dragged before Rhaenyra

and her gloating fucking court of cunts?

What is it?

What is it?

I can see only the road behind us,

but I shouldn't be surprised if there is--

I was mistaken. I am surprised.

That peacock Tyland Lannister

has actually convinced the Triarchy to come into it against Rhaenyra.

Though it doesn't seem to have gone very well.

Get them back inside!

You heard him! Inside!

It seems our journey to Dragonstone will be somewhat delayed.

Your Grace.

You should take shelter in the forest, and quickly.

I have gold enough to buy our berth.

We can make our way to Duskendale.

We are going to Rook's Rest.

We would be wise to avoid that place. We could be captured again.

Cole has a garrison there, does he not?

-They will be loyal to me. -But the road there, Your Grace,

is long and perilous.

If this be victory...

I hope I never see another.

Alyn, I have nothing to give you now.

But my name.

And yet I count that of more worth...

than a mountain of gold.

I would speak with Commander Largent.

Then speak, Your Grace.

I regret intruding on your Gold Cloaks, but...

the matter is grave.

If word were to seep out, it would spell death for all involved.

Rhaenyra is returning.

How come you by this knowledge?

In the prince regent's absence,

Queen Helaena holds the authority of the city.

She intends, in the interest of peace,

to allow Rhaenyra to enter the Red Keep, and to then take the throne.

-Some would call that treason. -Some would.

The question is, would you?

The Rogue Prince himself.

What are you doing here?

My prince.

We are just returned from Harrenhal.

And the Gullet.

We weren't sure if we should go up there.

A terrible thing has happened.

The queen wished you to attack or pursue Vhagar.

Or am I mistaken?

Aemond did not come.

And you waited two days only before resigning your mission?

Addam left, too.

We thought there might be some misunderstanding.

I was unaware Her Grace, the queen, had required of you

in this moment, or any other, your thoughts.

There's something wrong in those woods, though.

I'm telling you.

We heard all kinds of sounds, like voices. I saw a--

You have erred.

All three of you, and your error will cost us dearly.

I left a garrison there, and a household.

There was a woman who brought news of a battle.

A maester, I thought.

Or...

maybe a witch.

-Where is your comrade? -He's gone with the Lady Baela

back to the Gullet.

Should we return now to Harrenhal, my prince?

Is she inside?

She has not wished to be seen since Jace.

And meanwhile, the smith and the sot allow Aemond One-Eye

-to fly through their fingers. -She is in grief.

-Do you question her methods? -Not hers.

Theirs.

And yours.

I left you here a prisoner.

Having forsaken the promise that you made to me.

You've wriggled your way toward the crown like an eel.

I confess, I underestimated your slipperiness.

Bait me all you wish.

I have the queen's trust, which you have yet to earn.

-The queen is my wife. -Then why have you added

to what she must already suffer?

What is between us is none of your concern.

What game are you playing?

Retribution for insults, real or imagined?

Do you coil yourself here in order to strike at me?

Not everything is about you, Daemon.

Aemond is unaccounted for, then.

Do you believe the queen's judgment to be sound?

I would not serve her otherwise.

But she has staked much on the word of Alicent Hightower.

Hm, aye.

I was not present at their meeting.

They were girls together, as all know.

Do you believe, after what has since transpired,

that there is some bond between them still?

Perhaps.

Would that pain you?

My concern is for the queen only.

I'm no friend to the Hightowers.

Well, there we are agreed, though I believe Alicent

is by nature a conspirator

rather than one who openly deceives.

Or perhaps a tool.

Begging your pardon, my prince.

It seems Vhagar has been sighted leaving King's Landing...

flying in the direction of the Riverlands.

I would inform the queen, but...

I will go.

Your Grace!

The atmosphere is fraught.

I think it's best you do not stray again from my charge.

I would speak with the captain of the household guard, Ser Soren.

Where might he be?

Any number of places.

-I could have a message sent to him. -Thank you, no.

Please make sure that the small council chamber is secure.

-I will call a meeting there presently. -Your Grace?

I command it.

At once, Ser Rickard.

As you wish.

He died fighting for his queen.

As was his desire.

He defied me.

That is what sons do.

There was another dragon.

Sheepstealer, Baela says.

A wild dragon?

He had a rider.

That's impossible. A wild dragon cannot ever be tamed.

They attacked Moondancer and drew Jace to his death.

How can the Greens have claimed another?

-I want you to find them. -It will be done.

But there is first more pressing business.

No, I have no stomach for it.

Vhagar has left King's Landing.

The boys who...

clung to me, who...

hid their little faces in my skirts, dead,

so that I may sit upon a throne of swords?

Will you let them die in vain?

No, no.

Well.

I beg your pardon?

What an industrious little creature you are.

Hither and thither. So much to do.

You would do well to remember yourself, Lord Jasper.

I remember myself well enough.

I remember you, too, Your Grace,

snaking your way into the halls of power when you were just a girl.

So young.

So bold.

I served Viserys faithfully. I served this realm faithfully.

You did what you had to do.

No man could deny you that.

Life is short.

The gods are cruel.

We all find what enjoyment we can as the world heads into darkness.

You...

for instance.

You found much enjoyment.

With Ser Criston.

-Did you not? -Lord--

Lord Jasper.

Much...

pleasure.

The penalty for this would be death.

Then what is the penalty for you running off

to a secret meeting with the City Watch?

What was your business there, I wonder?

Lord Jasper, please.

-Say that again. -What?

Plead with me.

No!

No!

No! No!

No! No!

No! No!

No!

Lord Jasper.

Orwyle...

Good.

Seems we have a traitor on our hands.

I was just going to call for you, Ser Soren.

She'll need to be confined where she can make no further trouble.

Grand Maester, I beseech you.

Ask her where she was an hour ago.

I know not where she may have been.

But I know what I have seen here with my own eyes.

Arrest him!

He dares lay his hands on the mother of the king!

The queen dowager has betrayed us.

Her own sworn protector has cautioned me.

You will come with us, Lord Jasper.

I am the Master of Laws, for the sake of the gods.

Unhand me!

I'm in your debt, Grand Maester.

I do not know what you have done, Your Grace.

I fear it is something desperate.

Our deepest condolences, Your Grace.

This...

this tragic turn of events.

I am going to King's Landing now.

What? Your Grace, you cannot mean--

I heard no ambiguity in the queen's statement,

Lord Bartimos, did you?

I will fly with my lord husband

and with my new riders as guards.

That is all very well, but you cannot enter the castle

on your dragon, my queen.

The Velaryon host is scattered.

You will not have them to defend you.

She has me.

Aemond flies to Harrenhal as Alicent promised.

When he returns, our window will shut.

Forgive me, my queen, but this reeks of a snare.

If it is, so be it. I'm done with talking.

Let Ser Lorent choose how he will die.

You will need this, I think.

I hope you will send for me.

Remember which one of us has been faithful.

Much has changed since I was away.

You've taken a new advisor.

She's done much for us.

-For me. -So I gather.

I have no need of your approval.

It was an observation.

My prince. Your Grace.

Syrax!

Today, King's Landing receives its queen.

You will fly cover. Stay wide and keep watch.

Let none approach from the sky.

Is that simple enough for you?

It is.

Stay on guard until I send word.

It will not at any point be necessary for you

to engage in thinking,

or making decisions, or having ideas.

-No, Your Grace. -No.

Once the city is taken, we return our attention to Vhagar.

From this moment, all must proceed according to plan.

Don't let me down.

Helaena. Helaena.

This is strange. It isn't the season.

Rhaenyra Is coming.

-I need you now. -Will there be a battle?

No. No.

We will allow her to enter, and then we will flee.

You've spoken to her?

But I've been delayed.

It seems Ser Rickard has betrayed me.

We must stand down the sentries on the battlement

and as many of the household guards as we are able.

They will think you mad.

But they will heed a queen.

You are a queen.

Helena, you are the queen.

Quickly.

You said my father changed his mind.

You made Aegon king, you and Ser Criston

and my grandsire, and the septon.

I made a mistake.

-But you heard him. -If I did or I didn't,

I could no longer say.

But Helaena...

you told me not many days ago

that you were happier before you were queen.

Words that pierced me like a spear.

I think now not of what you may deserve, but what might make you happy.

You, I may yet redeem.

I think I might like to keep chickens.

-My queen. -Your Grace.

-Your Grace. -My queen.

You.

-Who's your captain? -Ser Freddryk, Your Grace.

Is aught amiss, Your Grace?

You are to stand down your station, Ser Freddryk,

at the command of the Queen Helaena.

Standing orders, Your Grace.

Any dragon but Vhagar, we strike.

Your orders are rescinded.

-But the prince regent-- -The prince regent has left the city.

The queen is your authority now.

I will not have any beast harmed.

Rhaenyra Targaryen approaches, Ser Freddryk.

She comes with Prince Daemon and more besides.

The king has abdicated.

The prince regent himself has fled the city.

Will you fight and be burned,

and King's Landing along with you, or

will you suffer her to enter, and hope for peace?

Her sons were always kind.

Ser Freddryk.

To Harrenhal.

To Harrenhal!

Dragon!

I seek Daemon Targaryen.

I confess, we had not been expecting you.

Draw your sword.

-Your Grace, I have no sword. -Then get one!

I do not wish to oppose you.

I have not wielded a blade these many years.

Surely, there is some other way you might find satisfaction?

Hm?

The army has decamped.

There's nothing to stop you.

Father!

Help me.

Help me...

Alicent did as she promised.

The true test is within.

Do not be afraid.

I've come to make things right.

Wait.

Who else dares rise against us in our house?

Your Grace.

Halt!

Where is Aegon?

It is nothing to you.

I have business with him.

Is the upstart pup too craven to face his queen?

You are brazen, I credit you this.

Brazen or thick.

I suppose that depends whether I win or lose.

Now here's a thing I haven't seen before.

Stay close, Rhaenyra.

Well met...

Ser Luthor.

The City Watch remembers our commander, Daemon Targaryen...

and Queen Rhaenyra,

the one true heir to the Iron Throne.

The guards at the gates have thrown down their swords.

Do the same, or perish as traitors.

The prince regent will not stand for this.

-Nor will the Hand! -Seize them!

And with them all who wear the Hightower sigil.

You have my gratitude, Ser Luthor.

It was Prince Daemon himself who gave me this gold cloak...

20 years ago.

I knew I'd see you again one day.

I wish I could say I was so sure about you.

It's your throne, my queen.

Not yet.

Bring Aegon...

the Usurper...

to me!

-He is not here. -Then where?

I do not know.

I swear it.

He is fled,

and the Master of Whisperers with him.

How convenient.

I remained here when Aegon took the throne.

I am no knight, I feared for my life.

But I've done what I can, as the queen dowager can attest.

She's not here either.

I pledge fealty to Viserys' rightful heir,

queen by blood and by oath.

If the Usurper has fled, then we must take heads, as you well know,

loath as I am to strike down a maester.

You will kill me if you must.

But I can offer you another who might give you better...

satisfaction.

We cannot escape this way.

-Release them. -At once, my prince.

-What has happened? -Orwyle's offered you up.

Delightful to witness you turning on each other like spiders.

This is her doing. Conniving little bitch.

Keep talking and I'll relieve you of your cock before your head,

just for the fun of it.

If you would, my prince.

A gift for you

if you ever returned.

From Lord Larys Strong.

Lord Merryweather and Lady Fell,

imprisoned for holding to their oaths, Your Grace.

-Ah, Lady Fell. -My queen.

Lord Merryweather. You have my gratitude.

The Master of Laws,

who plotted with the Usurper.

You will hang for this!

If you do not burn.

Who of your council is left alive?

The rats in the Black Cells have grown uncommon big.

No more than I expected.

Kneel.

I assume everyone else is dead.

Aegon has fled, but our old friend can stand in his place.

Just get it over with, will you?

They're watching.

If you wish to rule, show them you do not waver.

I don't know if I can.

Let Daemon do it.

Spare me at least from being hacked at.

If your father could see what it's come to...

he would never have imagined it.

Speak no more!

In this moment, you will become queen.

I did my best--

Tell my lady wife whatever--

Clear!

Clear!

Stand aside!