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(tense music playing)

(water flowing)

(indistinct yelling)

(winces, groans)

(people yelling)

(distant screaming)

King Viserys: Ser Ryam was a strong
Lord Commander of the Kings guard.

But he was ill for some time.

He passed in peace, I hope.

Grand Maester Mellos:
Yes, Your Grace.

He was found to have passed

gently in his sleep.

His remains are being prepared

by the Silent Sisters.

The succeeding Lord Commander,
Ser Harrold,

would like to make haste in finding

Ser Ryam's replacement
on the Kings guard.

Ser Harrold We sterling:
Your Grace. My lords.

The Kings guard must soon be restored
to its full complement of seven.

With the help of the Hand,

I've invited a number of
fine candidates to court.

All have passed fair trials.

(door opens)

Four ships have now been lost.

The last one was flying my banner.

The Step stones have now
grown into a conflagration,

yet you sit here
and dither about court business.

Ser Otto High tower: If you've
something to discuss, Lord Corlys...

I want to know what is to be done

about my ships and my men.

The Crown will compensate you

for your ship and crew,
and make an offering

- to the men's families.
- I don't want compensation.

I want to seize the Step stones by force

and burn out this Crabfeeder.

I am not prepared to start
a war with the Free Cities.

These pirates are not the Free Cities.

Who do you think provides them
with their ships and tender?

In all of its history, my lord,

the Seven Kingdoms have never entered

open war with the Free Cities.

Were that to happen,

the losses would be incalculable.

What reason does
the Crabfeeder have to fear us?

The King's own brother has been
allowed to seize Dragons tone

and fortify it with an army
of his gold cloaks.

Daemon has squatted there
for over half a year

without even a protest from The Crown.

I'll caution you, Lord Corlys,

a seat at the King's table
does not make you his equal.

I have acted, Corlys.

I've sent envoys to Pentos and Volantis

to see if we might find common cause.

Ships and men are at the ready.

The Step stones
will be settled... in time.

You have dragon riders, father.

Send us.

(soft chuckle)

It isn't that simple, Rhaenyra.

It would be a show of force.

At least the Princess has a plan.

- I only meant that we should at least...
- Otto: Perhaps, uh...

there's some better use for the
Princess's talents, Your Grace.

King Viserys: Why don't you take
the Princess to see about the new

Kings guard posting, Lord Commander?

A fine idea, Your Grace.

This knight will protect you as well.

You should choose.

(scoffs)

(door opens)

(birds chirping)

Harrold:
Ser Desmond Car on,

a fine knight, Princess.

Step forward, Ser Desmond.

Son of Ser Royce Car on,

Ser Desmond has proved
strong and steady

in both the tourney lists and without.

While traveling through the Kings wood
on his way to King's Landing,

Ser Desmond recently brought
a would-be poacher

to justice.

You might thank him
for his leal service, Princess.

We thank you for your loyal
service to The Crown, ser.

(footsteps departing)

Harrold:
Ser Rymun Mallister.

Son of Lord Lymond Mallister
of Seagard.

Winner of the melee at Cider Hall.

He was the last mounted
of three-and-twenty knights.

Ser Rymun was knighted
at eight-and-ten.

Do any of these knights
have combat experience?

Beyond capturing poachers.

(city bells tolling)

Harrold:
Ser Criston Cole.

Son of the steward
of the Lord of Blackhaven.

Be welcome, Ser Criston.

You saw combat in the Storm lands.

Dornish marches, Princess.

I fought for a year as a foot solider
against the Dornish incursions.

Ser Arlan Dondarrion
knighted me after we razed

two of the watchtowers
along the Boneway.

I choose Ser Criston Cole.

Let's not be too hasty, Princess.

There's no doubt Ser Criston
is a fine warrior,

but houses such as
Crakehall and Mallister

are important allies of The Crown.

Seagard, for instance,

is the realm's prime defense

against reavers from the Iron Islands.

Those men are tourney knights.

My father should be defended by
a man who's known real combat.

Should he not?

Of course, Princess.

Well, let us plan Ser Criston's
investiture then.

(city bells tolling)

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King Viserys: The Valyrian
capital was built into a volcano,

much like Dragons tone.

And the dragon lords,
the highest of the nobility,

lived here, at the volcanic face,

closest to the source
of their magic and power.

And this was the Anogrion.

Where the bloodmages
worked their craft.

It is truly wondrous what you've built.

Oh no.

I only pore over the histories

and provide the plans.

The stonemasons built the structures.

Do you believe that Westeros

can be another Valyria, Your Grace?

That depends,

whether you speak of the Freehold

at its height or at its fall.

Over a thousand dragons,

a navy large enough to span
the seas of the world.

The glory of Old Valyria
will never be seen again.

- (object breaks)
- Seven Hells.

(birds cawing)

Tell me, how is Rhaenyra?

- What do you mean?
- Well, these days,

she doesn't say more
than a few words to me.

I think she might find it difficult...

to discuss personal matters.

It will take time.

It did when I lost mine own mother.

I wish she would approach me.

What if you went to her?

There are times when
I would rather face

the Black Dread himself

than mine own daughter of 15.

(chuckles)

I think she would open
herself to you if invited.

You do have such an easy way about
you, Your Grace.

Um...

you do not mention our
talks to Rhaenyra, do you?

I just...

I fear that she wouldn't
understand them.

No, Your Grace.

(seabirds cawing)

It's only been half a year
since my mother died,

and already they tried
to marry my father off

and replace me as heir.

I know those men and how they plot

in their secret councils
when I've been sent away.

You cannot worry at the matters
of lords and kings, Rhaenyra.

What if your father were to remarry?

Your father loves you.

He chose you for his heir.

He didn't choose me.
He spurns Daemon.

Kneel with me.

I find this is a way
to be with my mother.

Here in the quiet of the Sept...

I feel close to her.

- I know it sounds foolish.
- I don't think it's foolish.

- I don't.
- Good...

because I thought you might try.

I...

If not for me, then, perhaps for them.

(sighs)

What do I say?

Whatever you wish.

It's only for you and the gods to know.

(poignant music playing)

(crying)

I want him to see me as
more than his little girl.

Mine own father does not know
the language of girls either.

(Rhaenyra chuckles)

When I wish to talk with him...

I know that I must make the effort.

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Thank you.

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Corlys Velaryon: Your Grace.

King Viserys:
I'm glad we could meet.

I know tempers ran hot today,

and I wanted to assure you
how much I value the bond

between our houses.

Rhaenys is my favorite
cousin after all.

I wish to apologize for the tenor

at the Small Council today, Your Grace.

It was not my intent to make offense.

Your fleet is one of the realm's

most important assets, Lord Corlys.

But you must understand,

as King, it is my
obligation to avoid war

until such time it is unavoidable.

None among us desire open war.

Might I speak plainly, Your Grace?

I always welcome the unfettered
thoughts of my council.

I fear that the eyes of our enemies

are presently fixed on the Red Keep.

The Queen has passed.

A girl has been named
heir to the Iron Throne,

the first in its history.

The King's brother, so disinherited,

has claimed the Targaryen seat
on Dragons tone

without challenge.

And now, a foreign power
has established a colony

in our most critical shipping lane.

You paint such an aspirant
portrait of my reign, Lord Corlys.

It is an honest one, cousin.

At the moment, The Crown is
perceived as being vulnerable.

And a blind incursion in the Step stones

is the only way to demonstrate
that we are not?

Corlys:
To elude a storm,

you can either sail into it

or around it.

But you must never await its coming.

Do you have a specific
course of action to propose,

my lord?

Join our families.

Wed our daughter, Laena.

Unite the two great surviving
Valyrian houses.

With the Targaryen dragons

and the Velaryon fleet bound in blood,

you can show the realm

that The Crown's strongest days
are ahead...

not behind.

(tense music playing)

I must admit...

I haven't given marriage much thought.

It hasn't even been half
a year since Aemma passed.

The realm expects you
to take a new wife

soon or late, Your Grace,

to strengthen your line
and produce more heirs.

You could not ask for
a stronger match than Laena.

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(crickets chirping)

We haven't spoken much...

since.

A regret of mine.

We should be free to speak
our minds to one another.

You can say whatever you'd like.

You are the King.

(chuckles)

I loved your mother...
very much.

As did I.

(tapping on table)

(sighs)

Ser Harrold provided a fine
field of tourney knights.

Oh?

But in questioning them,

I discovered that Ser Criston
was the only man among them

- with true battle experience.
- (chuckles)

He'll make a fine
knight of the Kings guard.

- Today at Small Council...
- Pay it no mind.

- I, I thought I might have had some insight, but...
- You're young.

You will learn.

Mellos: This is our best chance
to save the digit, Your Grace.

The maggots will remove the dead flesh

and hopefully stop
the advance of the rot.

I held an audience earlier today

with Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys.

That was most charitable
of you, Your Grace.

I'm sure Lord Corlys
appreciated the spirit of it.

He proposed a marriage.

To whom, Your Grace?

The Lady Laena.

To combine the strength of our houses,

and demonstrate my reign's
strongest days are ahead,

not behind.

Lord Corlys has
overreached, Your Grace.

Such matters must be discussed
with the Small Council.

That is what I'm doing, presently.

So... what is your
advice, dear Otto.

Otto:
The Lady Laena...

is young, Your Grace.

Indeed, but the wounds
made by the Great Council

still linger, my King.

A match with their daughter
would go a long way towards

sealing the breach

and uniting the two
great Valyrian houses

would certainly signal
unity throughout the realm

and beyond.

The Grand Maester's reasoning is sound.

I do fear what Rhaenyra might think.

Mellos: What does it
matter, Your Grace?

Her mother has passed.

Her father must propagate
the royal line.

I, uh, dearly loved my own lady wife.

The pain of her passing
still haunts me.

And to be compelled to...

replace her for duty's sake.

You are the King.

But I do not envy you.

(birds chirping)

(insects buzzing)

What was it like
flying the Black Dread?

You were Balerion's last rider.

Only for a short time before he died.

With Balerion

died the last memory of Valyria of Old.

But Vhagar still lives...

- somewhere.
- (King Viserys sighs)

Bit too large for the Dragon pit.

Some would say too large for our world.

- Do you know where she nests?
- I'm sorry?

Do you know where Vhagar is now?

Um, the Dragon keepers
believe she made home

somewhere on the coast
of the Narrow Sea.

The workers at Spicetown report
hearing her song at times.

- They say it is a sad thing.
- (King Viserys sighs)

I imagine even dragons get lonely.

Your Grace...

it would be a great honor

to join our houses
as they were in Old Valyria.

I would give you many children

of pure Valyrian blood

so that we might strengthen
the royal line

and the realm.

Is that what your father
told you to say?

What did your mother tell you?

That I wouldn't have to bed you
until I turned 14.

(sighs)

(pensive music playing)

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It bothers you, does it not?

My father is a king.

It is his duty to take a new wife

and strengthen his line.

I did not ask for a lesson in politics.

I asked whether this bothers you.

Laena is your daughter, Princess.

Does it bother you?

Of course, it does.

But I understand the order of things.

I'm not sure you do.

If you mean to elicit
some anger from me,

you should know that
you're failing, Princess.

Quite the opposite.

Whether it's to my daughter
or to someone else's,

your father will remarry
sooner than late.

His new wife will produce new heirs,

and chances are better than not
that one of those will be male.

And when that boy comes of age
and your father has passed,

the men of the realm
will expect him to be heir,

not you.

Because that is the order of things.

When I'm Queen,
I will create a new order.

(Princess Rhaenys chuckles)

How I wish that could be, Rhaenyra.

But the men of the realm
already had their opportunity

to appoint a ruling queen
at the Great Council

and they denied it.

They denied you, Princess Rhaenys.

"The Queen Who Never Was."

But they bent the knee to me

and called me heir to the throne.

Do you remind your father's men of that

as you carry their cups?

Here is the hard truth,

which no one else has
the heart to tell you.

Men would sooner put
the realm to the torch

than see a woman
ascend the Iron Throne.

(tense music playing)

And your father is no fool.

King Viserys: The Small Council
is urging me to remarry.

It seems the realm
wants for a new queen.

A good and kind queen will
give comfort to your subjects.

Does the Small Council have
a particular lady in mind?

Uh...

Lord Corlys Velaryon has offered
the hand of his daughter,

the Lady Laena.

A very strong match, Your Grace.

I must admit, I,
I don't know Laena very well.

I'm sure that she is good and kind,

and that she will enjoy your
company, as I have, Your Grace.

I brought you something.

I asked the stonemasons to mend it.

(chuckles)

This is, um,

a very kind gesture, Alicent.

- Very kind.
- (knocking on door)

- Come.
- (door opens)

Harrold:
The Hand, Your Grace.

(door closes)

Your Grace, I've called
the Small Council

to an emergency session.

Why?

I think it best you hear it directly.

Very well.

(door opens)

(door closes)

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- Daemon.
- The Prince left a missive,

which I believe might explain.

"It is the pleasure
of Daemon Targaryen,

"the Prince of Dragons tone

"and rightful heir to the Iron Throne,

"to announce that he is
to take a second wife

"in the tradition of Old Valyria.

"She is to assume the title
Lady Mysaria of Dragons tone.

"Her Grace is with child

"and is to have a dragon's egg
placed in the babe's cradle

in the custom
of House Targaryen."

The Prince has invited you
to his wedding, Your Grace.

- It is in two days' time.
- Gods be good.

Who is Lady Mysaria?

- Mellos: We believe...
- Otto: Daemon's whore.

- This is nothing less than sedition.
- I strongly agree, sire.

My brother wishes to provoke me.

To answer is to give him what he wants.

The realm is watching, Your Grace.

King Viserys:
What would you have me do?

Send him to the Wall?

Perhaps I could put
his head on a spike.

Otto:
Daemon has seized Dragons tone,

has surrounded himself
with an army of gold cloaks,

and has now stolen a dangerous weapon...

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Assemble a detachment, Otto.

I will go to Dragons tone
and drag Daemon back

- to face justice myself.
- Otto: Your Grace.

My apologies, Your Grace,
but I cannot allow it.

It's too dangerous.

Daemon is without limit.

Let me go to Dragons tone.

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(pensive music playing)

(Otto sighs)

You're the most comely girl at court.

Why do you destroy yourself?

Hm?

Will you see the King tonight?

If you wish it.

- Good day, Ser Criston.
- My Lady.

I've assembled 20 of your best
household guards, my Lord Hand.

Sir Harrold will also join us.

(tense music playing)

Alicent: Please look after the
Hand, Ser Criston.

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(waves crashing)

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(footsteps approaching)

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Welcome to Dragons tone, Otto.

Otto: Your occupation of
this island is at an end.

You're to relinquish the dragon's egg,

disband your army,

banish your whore...

and leave Dragons tone
by order of His Grace,

- King Viserys...
- Where is the King? I don't see him.

His Grace would never lower himself
to entertain such a mummer's farce.

Ser Crispin, wasn't it?

Ser Criston Cole:
Ser Criston Cole, my Prince.

Ah, yes, apologies.
I couldn't recall.

Perhaps my Prince recalls when
I knocked him off his horse.

(chuckles) Very good.

Otto: This is a truly pathetic
show, Daemon.

Are you so desperate
for the King's attention

that you've resorted to skulking about

- like a common cut purse?
- I'm simply keeping

with the traditions of my house,

the same as my brother
did for his heir.

Those traditions are for the
true born children of royalty,

not for bastards fathered
on a common whore.

Lady Mysaria is to be my wife.

Otto:
This is an abomination.

With every breath you soil your name,

your house, and your brother's reign.

Our love does not know
titles and traditions.

And what of you, men of the City Watch?

Aiding the Prince in his treason?

Prince Daemon: The King
made me their commander.

They are loyal to me.

You've come for the egg.

Here it is.

Are you mad?

- You'd never survive this.
- Well, happily, neither would you.

To choose violence, here,
is to declare war against your King.

Wonderful.

Even if it ends in the death

of your unborn child and its mother?

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(rumbling)

(Caraxes screeching)

- (rumbling)
- (screeching)

(roars)

(Caraxes grumbling)

All of you...

sheathe the fucking steel.

(distant dragon rumbling)

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(wings flapping)

(Syrax screeching)

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(roars)

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(dragons screeching)

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- What are you doing here, Princess?
- Preventing bloodshed.

Ser Criston, please escort
the Princess to safety.

Take care not to startle Syrax,
my lords.

She's rather protective of me.

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(waves crashing)

I'm right here, Uncle...

the object of your ire...

the reason that you were disinherited.

If you wish to be restored as heir,

you'll need to kill me.

So, do it.

And be done with all this bother.

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(footsteps departing)

(intense music playing)

(vocalizing)

(Syrax screeches)

(grumbles, roars)

(triumphant music swells)

(wind blowing)

(metal clinking)

(Prince Daemon sighs)

Lady Mysaria: You announced
that we were to be wed?

On the morrow.

And that I was with child.

Your child.

Well, perhaps when we are wed,
we can make that true.

I ensured long ago
that I would never be

threatened by childbirth.

Good. Children can be such
irritating creatures.

You swore to protect me, Daemon.

Dragons tone is quite secure.

Until the King decides to
reclaim his ancestral seat.

His men might not put
the Prince's head on a spike,

but what would they do
with the common whore

he claims he's taken to wife
and made with child?

No one will harm you.

I have been sold as property

more times than I care to count,

beginning in a homeland
I can no longer recall.

Most of my years have been spent
living in terror.

You're safe with me, I swear it.

You are Targaryen.

You can afford to play

your stupid games with the King,

but I cannot.

I didn't come into your
service wanting gold or power

or station.

- I came to you to be liberated.
- Liberated.

From what?

Fear.

(pensive music playing)

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- (door closes)
- No, please, Lord Lyonel.

I have come looking for
an unencumbered opinion.

That's all I would
ever give, Your Grace.

Ever since my name was read by the
archmaesters at the Great Council,

I have felt Corlys Velaryon's
envious gaze staring at me

from across the Blackwater.

You sit upon the highest seat
in the realm, Your Grace.

Proud men don't like having to look up.

Laena Velaryon.

Lord Corlys is your Master of Ships

and she is the eldest daughter

of the wealthiest house in the realm.

She comes from unimpeachable
Velaryon stock

and she has Targaryen blood.

- What's to mislike?
- She is 12.

She will mature.

I never asked to remarry.

As King, you have a claim
on all things.

Even those you don't want.

Marriage is not an obligation
you can put off for long.

What if I was to reject
Lord Corlys's proposal?

He would not be like to take it well.

I fear nothing short of a direct line

to the Iron Throne would satisfy him.

You should also consider
that we find ourselves

on the precipice of war
in the Step stones.

And the Sea Snake holds claim to
nearly half the realm's ships.

He would not dare withhold them
in the face of the realm's need.

- Who is he to hector me?
- No one, Your Grace.

But Driftmark makes for a better ally

than it does an enemy.

The Sea Snake has made
a calculated reach,

a fair play for a man of his position.

If you truly want
my unencumbered opinion...

I do.

You should wed Laena Velaryon,
Your Grace.

Sate Lord Corlys
and fix him at your side,

- permanently, as an ally.
- (door opens)

Ser Steffon Darklyn:
Your Grace,

the Princess has returned
from Dragons tone.

Dragons tone?

(tense music playing)

(vocalizing)

Your Grace.

King Viserys:
You disobeyed me.

You fled King's Landing without a word

and you acted without
The Crown's leave.

You are my only heir.

You could've been killed.

May I sit?

You went to Dragons tone.

And retrieved the egg
without bloodshed.

A feat I'm not sure Ser Otto
could've accomplished alone.

Yes, well...

(chuckles)

I sometimes forget
how alike you both were.

(sighs)

Your mother's absence

is a wound that will never heal.

Without her...

the Red Keep has lost a warmth

that I dare say it will never recover.

It pleases me to hear you say this.

To know that I'm not alone in my grief.

I wish I had known better

what to say to you in the aftermath.

I struggled to realize that my daughter
had so quickly become a woman grown.

But I know...

she understands what
is now expected of me.

The King must take a new wife.

I could never replace your mother.

No more than I intend
to replace you as heir.

But you are my only heir

and our line is vulnerable,
too easily ended.

And by marrying again,
I may begin to ensure

- that we are better defended.
- Against whom?

Whomever may dare to challenge us.

I do not wish to make us estranged.

You are the King...

and so, your first duty
is to the realm.

Mother would've understood this.

Just as I do.

(bell tolls)

(birds cawing)

(pensive music playing)

(door opens)

(indistinct chatter)

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(door closes)

Good morrow, my lords.

I have decided to take a new wife.

I intend to marry...

the Lady Alicent High tower

before spring's end.

This is an absurdity.

My house is Valyrian,

the greatest power in the realm.

And I am your King.

(tense music playing)

(door opens)

(door closes)

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King Viserys:
Rhaenyra.

(door opens)

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House Velaryon's origins
reach back to Old Valyria.

More ancient even than
House Targaryen...

according to some texts.

But unlike the Targaryens,

we were no dragon lords.

For centuries, my house had to
scratch out an existence from the sea

with grit and luck.

When I ascended the Driftwood Throne...

I knew what I wanted.

So I went out and seized it.

Unlike every other lord of the realm,

I can say that I built
my house's high seat

with the strength of mine own back.

(tense music playing)

I've always thought of
you and I as having been

made from the same cloth.

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I wasn't aware you had
a king for a brother.

We're both men who have had to cut

our own way through the world.

We've been passed over...
too often.

Did you call me to Driftmark

to remind me of my
low standing, Lord Corlys,

or was there some other reason?

You've heard of the troubles
in the Step stones?

Daemon:
Some Myrish Prince

is feeding Westerosi
sailors to the crabs.

Corlys: I have been petitioning
the King to send my navy

into the territory,

but he's denied me.

- It was never my brother's strongest trait.
- What?

Being King.

Corlys: The Crabfeeder is backed
by powerful entities

within the Free Cities who
wish to see Westeros weakened.

- (sailor grunting)
- And the King's failures

have allowed him
to accumulate strength.

If those shipping lanes fall,

my house will be crippled.

And I will not have Driftmark
beggared while our King

idles himself with feasts
and balls and tourneys.

I will speak of my brother as I wish.

You will not.

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Waiting in the Step stones

is a chance for you to prove your worth

to any who might yet doubt it.

We are the realm's second sons, Daemon.

Our worth is not given.

It must be made.

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