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Behold the works
of Rhaenyra Targaryen!

It's a lie.

Having lost my own son,

that I would inflict
such a thing.

We will pay the Princess
back in her own bloody coin.

Go to Dragonstone
and strike down Rhaenyra

in her own halls.

You would send me to my death?

Or to triumph and glory.

They tell me that you
are the one

that dragged my body
out of the sea.

I am indebted to you, Alyn.

My letters to Rhaenyra,
has there been any answer?

An apology for her dead son?

None, Your Grace.

We must presume that
the Princess

has refused the offered terms.

And that war is now inevitable.

You struck down a child.

It was a mistake.

Do you accept me as your
Queen and ruler?

I cannot trust you, Daemon.

I will fly to Harrenhal

and set our toe hold
in the Riverlands.

Take Moondancer, and keep
a watch on King's Landing.

I will be vigilant.

Who are they?

Rat catchers.

What have you done?

I had them hanged.

The maggot confessed to
an accomplice.

He could not say which man
it was.

Then why curse your name?

Instead of judgement,
you diminish us!

Remove your badge, Ser Otto.

Give it to Cole.

You may go.

Ser Erryk, have someone
take her down.

A moment.

Brother!

Forgive me.

Aeron Bracken,
worst horseman among us.

Must be my swordsmanship.

- (laughter) - Can you
even get that thing up?

Well enough
for killing Blackwoods.

Bracken!

Put the boundary stones back.

We didn't move them.

Did they move themselves, then?

Just rolled their way over

so Bracken cows
can fill their bellies

- on Blackwood grass?
- The assize at Riverrun...

Fuck the assize...

and fuck you.

This is our land.

It's Bracken land.

- Babe-killer.
- What did you say?

Your false queen,
Rhaenyra, is a kinslayer.

Your uncle declared
for Aegon, did he?

Well then, let me tell you

Aegon Targaryen
is no true king...

just as you are no true knight.

You're both
craven, little cunts!

You wouldn't dare.

He is the basest of villains.

He sullies the
grave of his brother.

I cannot fault him
for keeping his oath.

And what of those who sent him?

Otto Hightower would
never have allowed this.

Hotter blood has
prevailed, I think.

The young men have
taken the bit in their teeth.

They wish to punish, to avenge.

Soon they will not even
remember what it was

that began the war
in the first place.

That is easy enough.
They usurped my throne.

That is one answer.

Or was it when the
child was beheaded?

Or when Aemond killed Luke...

or when Luke took Aemond's eye?

We teeter now at the point
where none of it will matter.

And the desire to kill
and burn takes hold

and reason is forgotten.

There may be another way.

Alicent Hightower.

When last we met, Alicent
said I would make a fine queen.

You've seen what has
happened since then.

She came to me in the hours
after your lord father's death.

She knows war is coming,

and that it'll be savage
beyond all compare.

There is no war so hateful to
the gods as a war between kin.

And no war so bloody
as a war between dragons.

- I do not believe she wants it.
- She sent a raven.

I do not care to
read her message.

- What she did... - It is not her but the
men around her who seek bloodshed.

She permitted it.

As you permitted the murder

of a little boy in his bed.

Alicent is in King's Landing.
Her son sits my throne.

There is nothing
more to be said.

(muffled) Is
all well, lord Hand?

Only they'll be waiting.

There have been tidings in...

Good morrow,
Your Grace. My lords.

- Forgive my lateness.
- Important business, no doubt.

You've appointed new knights

- to the Kingsguard, Your Grace.
- To replace those we lost.

The last one needlessly,
some might say.

Ser Arryk was awarded the great
duty of ending Rhaenyra's challenge.

He failed to discharge it.

He failed because
the scheme was rash.

Perhaps, Your Grace, but
we cannot all hide in our castles

waiting for war to come to us.

As now it surely will.

As, now, it already has.

House Bracken took it upon
themselves to attack the Blackwoods,

who declared for the pretender.

Lord Samwell
Blackwood himself is slain.

Good. First blood in our name.

Both sides took heavy
losses, Your Grace.

I-I'm not entirely certain

we can declare this a victory.

(sighs) The Blackwoods
and the Brackens

have feuded for centuries.

This is nothing more

than an excuse
for them to indulge

their ancient grudge.
It's no true war.

Call it what you
will... I call it war.

And so will Dragonstone.

The question is, what are
we going to do about it?

We send a raven to Lord Tully.

These houses are his
vassals, are they not?

- He must control them.
- Lord Grover Tully is a flaccid, old fool

who couldn't control
his cock in a cunny.

Begging your pardon, Your Grace.

Do you have
any better suggestions, Lord Jasper?

Your lord uncle Ormund
marches from Oldtown

at the head of a great
host, Your Grace.

And your brother Daeron's
dragon nears fighting age.

Call on them to
suppress the Riverlands.

Alas, they are months away.

My lord brother Jason

is raising a great
army at Casterly Rock.

In a matter of
weeks, he will be able

to harass the
Blackwoods from the west.

Should
we not aim to unite these armies

and then strike as one?

The great military
mind of the Citadel.

- I served the realm...
- Do remind me,

which link in your chain
denotes the art of war?

This council must rediscover
the discipline it lately had

if it's to be of any use.

The Riverlands are
the key to the war.

Harrenhal is the
key to the Riverlands.

I will ride out with
those I can muster here.

Men I know, men I've trained.

You need time to raise the
numbers to challenge the Rivermen.

Speed is my ally.

I will turn the Crownland houses

who declared for
Rhaenyra to our cause.

We will add their numbers
to our own and then turn west.

Where I will enlist
the Brackens,

subdue the Riverlands,
and take Harrenhal.

So
Impatient to ride with so few men.

So like to be destroyed by
the first stronghold you meet.

- A bold scheme indeed.
- Well, the gods favor the bold.

They did not favor Ser Arryk.

What say you, my king?

And you'll take
Aemond and Vhagar?

Vhagar will remain here...

to defend the city.

Good. To war, then.

- I'll come, too, with Sunfyre.
- Aegon.

- Your Grace.
- You'll need a dragon.

My plan is
not to draw attention.

And-And what will you do if
you encounter one or more

of Rhaenyra's dragons?

She'll want to
answer for Ser Arryk.

We will be more
like to encounter one

if we field one of our own.

That is precisely why
you must remain, brother.

It's a brave thought, but
we cannot risk your loss.

I'm as fearsome as any of them.

I was told you turned
back from your ship to bring warning.

I was not believed at first.

You saved my life.

What is the life of a
queen worth these days?

You wish to be rewarded.

As, I would think, you
would wish to reward me.

What price would you set?

A place at your court.

You said your earnest
desire was to flee Westeros.

And you let me go.

You showed me grace when
you could have withheld it.

I'm not often surprised.

One turn for another, then.

I know the workings
of the Red Keep,

and the movements of
those who serve there.

That is worth more
than gold to you now.

And what is my worth to you?

I would punish the Hightowers

for what they have done.

To me... to those who served me.

But more than that,
I know the struggles

of the smallfolk
of King's Landing.

They will be ruled either
by you or by the usurper.

And only one of you has
shown yourself to be merciful.

Well, I hope you do not
confuse mercy with pliancy.

Are they always like this?

Seasmoke, my late
lord husband's dragon.

He's grown restless of late.

- We cannot know why.
- Maybe he's lonely.

Rhaena.

Your Grace.

I've decided to
send Joffrey to ward

with my cousin,
Lady Jeyne Arryn.

She has pledged an
army in return for a dragon,

so she will have one.

Aegon and Viserys
will accompany him

until a place of greater
safety can be found.

Tyraxes is but a hatchling.

- And Stormcloud... - I
want you to go with them.

The Red Keep is in disarray.

They have sent one
assassin in the night

and their dragons are
ever a short flight away.

You must take the little ones
further. To Pentos, I think.

Where my mother died.

It is safer than
anywhere in Westeros.

Write to Prince Reggio.

If he will have
you, then go to him.

I am sorry to put this upon you.

It breaks my heart to
send my boys away,

not knowing when I
will see them again.

But you have seen what
may befall them here.

Rhaena...

I need you to be the
mother to them that I cannot.

Teach them, train them,

guard them as a
dragon guards her eggs.

And my sister?

- I need Baela here.
- Because she has a dragon.

I cannot promise
to make you happy.

But I ask you:

make this sacrifice willingly,

for all of us.

Your Grace.

Dragon!

Halt!

I'm claiming Harrenhal.

Apparently so.

I, Ser Simon Strong,
Castellan of Harrenhal,

pledge fealty to Rhaenyra
of House Targaryen,

First of Her Name.

I swear this by the
old gods and the new.

Supper is venison with
black cabbage and peas.

No redcurrant. Sorry about that.

That venison is well aged.

Shame to let it waste.

I've survived many a battle.

I do not mean to be
felled by poisoned peas.

(chuckles) I'll admit
that my cook's peas

aren't exactly the stuff
of legend, but poison?

Well, it's
an easy way to kill a dragonrider.

If you've not yet surmised,
you are welcome here.

And what of your
lord, Larys Strong?

He who sits at the
false court of Aegon?

Larys Clubfoot
is no lord of mine.

He is a scourge upon
this castle and this family.

Do you not think it's
strange that his father...

my nephew, Lord
Lyonel, perished by fire?

And his son, too, here
in this damp place?

It was the first fire here
since Balerion ended

the line of Harren the Black.

Even in the summer, we
struggle to light the hearths.

So, no, you will find no loyalty
to Larys Strong here, my prince.

"Your Grace."

Forgive me. I-I, um...

I... I'd only assumed
that as consort...

Then we are reminded of the
perilousness of assumption.

Indeed.

Your Grace.

What then brings you to
our corner of the Riverlands?

Harrenhal is the largest
castle in the Seven Kingdoms.

Or perhaps that has
escaped your attention.

But it is also, not
to be argumentative,

in something of
a state of disrepair

since your forbear incinerated
much of it with his dragon.

Well, that is precisely why we
must bring it into a state of repair.

Even if we possessed
the coin, my prin...

Your Grace, to
what possible end?

There are 40,000
swords in the Riverlands,

the largest undeclared
host in the realm.

Only Harrenhal is of a size
enough to garrison them.

You should know that
a substantial number

of those swords
have now declared

and are presently at war.

Houses Bracken and Blackwood
have long detested one another.

- Why?
- Well...

the answer to that
is... lost in time.

Sin begets sin begets sin.

Summon your lord paramount

so that I may treat
with him myself

and turn them to our cause.

That would be Lord Grover
Tully, but he grows frail.

It's said that he can
no longer speak...

nor seal his bowels.

Begging your pardon
for the impression.

His grip on his
bannermen is weak.

They feel they can
do as they please.

I will speak with
him nonetheless.

People should
obey their liege lord...

whatever his condition.

Perhaps the
presence of the crown

and a dragon

will sharpen minds
around these parts.

Might I ask, Your Grace...

if you are successful,

w-well, when you
are successful...

what then?

We march on King's
Landing and take the throne.

The throne.

It's a big chair made of swords.

Standard-bearers to the front!

Packhorses to the rear!

Clear way for the
mounted knights...

Lord Commander. Your host
is mustered and ready to march.

He enjoys battle.

I'm glad we're
together, even briefly.

Ser Criston.

May I present my brother,
Ser Gwayne Hightower,

arrived last night from Oldtown.

Ser Criston.

Or mayhaps I should
say, my lord Hand?

Ser Gwayne, welcome
to King's Landing.

How exhilarating to
arrive at court after

three long months on the road

to find my lord father,

who served three
kings faithfully,

unseated as Hand of the King.

And by a man from
such modest beginnings.

What a giddying ascent the
gods have bestowed on you.

Ser Gwayne has volunteered
to accompany you into battle.

We have a full
complement, Your Grace.

Then you shall
have a fuller one.

The march will be hard, Ser.

No one is more delighted than I

to march out to war
with a Dornishman.

Sister.

May the Seven guide
you, good knight...

and lead you not into
shadow and death.

I thank Your Grace
for her prayers.

And request that
she grant her favor...

that her Lord Commander may
go into battle with her blessings

in his heart.

Your Grace.

Hyah!

Still no sightings.

No men, no horses, no ships.

- No dragons.
- Good.

Then we must seize the hour
and act before our enemy does.

They have penetrated
our castle walls,

and now the
Riverlands are aflame

after the Battle
at the Burning Mill.

How fares Prince
Daemon with our army?

There has been no word from
Prince Daemon, Your Grace.

Then we must press what
advantage we do have.

- And what is that?
- Dragons. Send them all out.

Start turning Green
strongholds to our cause

- and burn those who resist.
- No.

If dragons begin
fighting dragons,

we invite our own destruction.

Fear of it is in
itself a weapon.

The Greens will make the same calculation.

The value of a sword is
not within its scabbard.

We will secure
victory with armies,

not with dragons alone.

The Greens understand that.

The Vale and the
North will send men.

We must give Daemon time.

Your Grace, you have
witnessed firsthand just how

vulnerable you are.

Prince Daemon is abroad,

and Aegon's factions are
enraged at the death of his son.

You have never been so exposed.

Perhaps it is time
for you to think about

secreting yourself
somewhere safe,

while we remain here

as a source of
distraction for the enemy.

You propose to conduct
the war in my absence.

- It would merely be a
precaution... - It would be treason.

You are fortunate
you took it no further.

This council would
do well to remember

that their queen wears
the crown of my grandsire,

Jaehaerys the Conciliator.

A prudent ruler, the
wisest of Targaryen kings,

whose reign
outlasted every other...

even Aegon the Conqueror's.

So, how do they fare?

The ditherers of Dragonstone?

Rhaenyra's council
is wayward. She has a hard task.

I must hope she will rise to it,

but I fear she'll need you
by her side sooner than late.

This bread, still warm.

There's broth too.
I made sure of it.

I am no longer an invalid.

I bade farewell to
Rhaena before I returned.

I wish her well.

I would fight a hundred
battles before I went into exile

with none but prattling babes.

One of those babes is your heir.

(scoffs) Joffrey.

A boy of six who
knows nothing of the sea

and yet somehow...

It would displease neither
Rhaenyra nor the gods

if Rhaena were
named heir to Driftmark.

Rhaena? Lord of the Tides?

The girl knows nothing of
ships, nor even of dragons.

There is Rhaena
or there is Joffrey.

Both soon to be far from the
creak of ships and the ocean's roar.

Then we must hope to...

see our way forward, in time.

And if there is no time?

We are at war, Corlys.

- If something were to
befall you... - Then... it is well

that I am a good sailor.

I have much to attend to.

Corlys, Corl...

I cannot spare
a fighting dragon,

but I send what I can.

Stormcloud and
Tyraxes are small,

but they will grow.

It is for you to remind
Lady Jeyne of her pledge

and persuade her of
the urgency of our need.

Go safely, sister.

I will be safe enough.

Far away from any danger,

with only babes to nursemaid.

You do a great service,

and may yet find yourself
glad to be out of harm's way.

Do not coddle me, Baela.

- Grant me at least that dignity.
- I meant no insult.

We each do what we can.

And here, I think,
is some consolation.

Tyraxes and Stormcloud
are young and vulnerable.

These eggs are
even more fragile.

But should all
come to ruin here...

you will bear our
hope for the future.

Your Grace.

Mommy.

My Queen.

I feel sad about Jaehaerys.

But I ought not to, I think.

People die all the time,

especially babes.

They're so little, s-so
they're taken so easily.

Sadness is a condition
of motherhood.

There's naught to
be gained from it.

That horrid procession where
the smallfolk all stared at me.

I warrant they thought I had no
more right to grief than they do.

Surely they lose their babes
more than highborn ladies.

The Stranger comes for us all...

queen and commoner.

You have as much
claim to grief as anyone.

And you?

I loved Jaehaerys, but
my concern has been

more for you and
what you have endured.

- Helaena,
I... - I forgive you.

What?

I said that I forgive you.

Suits you, Your Grace.

Valyrian steel. Worth
more than a castle.

A sight to stir the passions.

Aegon the Conqueror reborn.

Just get on with it.

At once, Your Grace.

What is your business?

There are rumors that the
King readies himself to fly to war.

And what is it to you?

Only that I think it
would benefit all of us

to prevent our king from being
brutally slain by our enemies,

and his body parts
scattered to beasts,

and his court come to ruin.

Would you not agree?

What exquisite armor.

I was given the Conqueror's
name and his crown,

so I shall wear
his armor to war.

I fly to meet Ser Criston.

Small imposition before
you depart then, Your Grace.

There are diverse rumors
whispered on the streets of your city.

One such is that Your Grace
sends his forces to battle,

and, in his courage and wisdom,

flies with them.

Another is that His Grace
was outwitted by his counselors

and persuaded to fly
to war with Ser Criston,

so that Queen Alicent

may reign in his absence

with Prince Aemond at her side.

Absurd, of course.

(inhales) Who
spreads these lies?

It matters little.

Tales take on a
life of their own...

like weeds.

Unless they are tended.

Well, tend to them then.

Lord Larys.

My father always
said he had no use

for a master of whisperers.

And yet... I find
myself wanting for one.

I should be glad
of your talents.

You honor me, Your Grace.

Shall we escort
you to the Dragonpit, Your Grace?

I think, mayhaps, I
shall fly another day.

- (group agrees) - Yeah, it-it
does seem wise on reflection.

You could come
out with us, my king.

Ser Martyn has a new
squire that wants bedding in.

He's never fucked a woman.

But you are sworn to chastity now.

Of course, Your Grace. (laughs)

Yes, Your Grace.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
Don't tell me you're going.

- I'm not going yet.
- I've only just got here.

There he is!

Ulf, Ulf, come on, son!

It turns out, it was her sister.

- (laughter) - Probably
should've told me.

I know, I know, I know!

Take that one. You'll get
your pound of flesh, don't worry.

Sit yourself down, mate.

- Hello.
- I've been tellin' this fella all about you.

Lads.

- I've had quite a day of it.
- Yeah?

Not sure I'm much for talkin'.

Although, you know, a
wet whistle works wonders.

Come on, Ulf, give us a
flagon over there, yeah?

Yeah, my darling, one for
the flagon, one for yourself.

There's a good girl?

No sense of fun, some of 'em.

- For you, man of Dorne.
- Dornish, are ya?

- Yes, I am.
- The part of Westeros my house never settled.

Although, it's said even Dorne

mourned the passing of
my grandsire. Is that so?

Who was your grandsire?

They call him the Conciliator.

- King Jaehaerys?
- Shh!

Thousand apologies.
Please, continue.

Look, I-I really shouldn't
be telling you this.

You'll cost me my head.

- You are saying you're a Targaryen?
- Shh-shh-shh.

I'm the son of Baelon the Brave.

Bastard brother to Prince Daemon

and the late King Viserys.

Uncle to the one true
queen, Rhaenyra Targaryen.

The blood of the dragon
runs through these veins.

And, yes... men would
take my head for it.

A Dragonseed must
watch his own neck

when he has no white-cloaked
guardsmen to do it for him.

You do not look very
much like King Viserys

or Prince Daemon.

(sighs) How do you
know what they look like?

He speaks truth, right enough.

Look, you can
tell... by his hair.

- (laughter) - Yeah, 'cause I'm
their half-brother, you fuckwit.

Yeah, I'll tell you who else
doesn't have silver hair.

The rightful heir
to the Iron Throne,

my nephew, Prince
Jacaerys Velaryon.

Here's your other nephew.

- All hail the King!
- All hail the King!

Drinks for all! At the
pleasure of the crown!

- (laughter) - Woo! At
the pleasure of the crown!

Sit down. Sit yourself down.

- Sit!
- Drink the wine, boy.

- Come on, then!
- Drink up, little piggy!

This night is for you.

You!

(intoxicated) Did I, did I tell
you I came here as a lad?

It's, a little tame,

but a good a place
as any to get it wet.

(laughs) I know just
the tutor for you, my boy.

No.

She's worth three
times the price.

- Gods be good.
- (laughs) - That's you!

Her name is, Sylvi

or Selyse or, I don't
know, something like that.

Aemond, the fierce!

(laughing) You have come so far,

and, and yet you still
lie with your very first.

What a fine, sweet thing.

Did you fuck her like a hound?

You see, I do not exaggerate.

Such is the madam's prowess,

that even now my brother
will not sample another.

Hard luck for your
squire, though.

As you can see, she... (laughs)

she's now very much occupied.

Your squire is welcome to her.

One whore is as good as another.

Ser Gwayne! Halt!

Ser Gwayne, our company
is camped back yonder.

On the cold, hard ground.

Which is why we
make for the Bull,

a tavern with an
excellent reputation

on the Rosby Road,
not two miles away,

- if memory serves.
- We march to make the first strike

in the name of His Grace.

I assure you, my nephew will
not begrudge me a night of comfort.

If it soothes your brow, Cole,

we will rendezvous with
your army at first light.

Or, if their wine is good,

perhaps a little
after first light.

- We're exposed.
- What?

- Cole?
- Get to the trees!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hah! Hyah!

A good showing, Ser Criston.

- I am in your debt.
- They know we're abroad. They'll be hunting.

And we must move under the trees

and by cover of
dark, starting tonight.

And no fucking inns.

Ser Criston Cole...

with some half-dozen
other knights, I'm sure of it.

Perhaps a scout party
for a greater army.

The
ravens confirm it, Your Grace.

Lord Farring has
reported a larger force

moving northeast towards Rosby.

Could you be certain it was
Cole from such a great height?

It was not such a great
height, Your Grace.

You said not to engage,
so I didn't, exactly.

Your Grace, we commend the
Lady Baela for her sharp eyes,

but we can tarry no longer.

The time for
action is surely now.

Your Grace, I must agree

and request your permission

to return to Rook's
Rest and fortify my lands.

- I
- shouldn't fret, Lord Simon.

They'll be making for Harrenhal.

'Tis Prince Daemon
who ought to worry.

Prince Daemon has Caraxes.

Cole will
look to increase his numbers,

and he may call upon
a dragon of his own.

This is why you must
act now, Your Grace.

Loose the dragons. Root
Cole out and burn him.

I have heard your arguments.

And will consider them.

Always coming and
going, aren't you?

And I have to
clean up afterwards.

You will die in this place.

My youngest
brother, Emmon, would stand at guard

with the soldiers when
he was three years old.

Father has sent
him to the Citadel.

- Now, if you ask me... -
Rhaenyra: Thank you, Elinda.

Your Grace.

What do you know of the
movements of Alicent Hightower?

W-Would you take her hostage?

Or kill her outright?

I would speak with her, myself.

Killing her would be easier.

If war can be averted,
it is my duty to avert it.

I have reason to believe she
may be of the same opinion.

She sent a raven. She
has expressed her remorse.

I can have a message
brought to her,

- in secret.
- She would not agree to it.

She would suspect
some subterfuge,

as would I, if I received
such a message.

I must see her face to face.

She is the queen dowager.

She goes nowhere without
many eyes watching her.

(soft gasp) Unless...

- 'Tis fraught.
- Speak it.

There are fishing
boats aplenty in the bay.

The city depends on them.

Daemon made the
journey unhindered.

- But if I'm recognized... - You
may be surprised to learn it,

but most folk pay no mind to a
woman who has not dressed as a queen,

or allured herself
for the eyes of men.

So, I make my way to
the Red Keep, I presume,

and ring the bell.

Or do I scale the wall
and enter at her window?

There is one place Alicent goes

outside the castle walls...

where you may
yet find her alone.

Stop. Search the carts.

What's your business here?

Move 'em on
through, move 'em on through.

(gasps) No, no. Shh.

- What...
- Shh.

- What... H... - I
must speak with you.

If I c-cry out?

Your knights would find me.

I would be taken or slain,

though not before I killed you.

(exhales) And then what?

W...

(sighs) I have begun badly.

We watched the tourney
together, you and I...

the day my brother was born.

We knew, even then, that
men trained up for battle

are eager to fight, to
seek blood and glory.

But you are... (sighs)

I know you do not have
that desire within you.

Rhaenys has counseled me.

She said she saw in you a wish to
avert the worst of what may now come.

So, you've come
to surrender then?

I have come to see if we may
uncover some path towards peace.

My dragons are
restless. They smell battle.

But if you and I
may come to terms...

There are no terms now.

You have no army,

your allies turn from you when
they hear of your depravity,

your hands are bloodied in
a crime I could never have

- imagined you... - The
trespass was not mine.

Think what you will.

I am a mother too and you have yet
to answer for the murder of my son.

- I repudiate that act with all my heart.
- Of course, you do.

And the usurping of
my rightful inheritance?

Have you now stooped so low

that you will
countenance the suffering

and death of thousands,

in order that your
feckless son...

Your father changed his mind.

So you say.

And so your father has
proclaimed to the realm.

I saw the king that night.

Mere hours before I left him,

he had affirmed my
right to the throne,

a right he upheld steadfastly,

every day of his life
after my mother died.

And yet, you will maintain
that his mind was changed

- in an instant?
- I will.

You lie.

(softly) No, Rhaenyra.

My father loved me, Alicent.

And I believe he loved you, too.

Did you betray
him at the very last?

When was your plan first laid?

- Was your ambition so keen...
He changed his mind, Rhaenyra.

He changed his mind.

I swear this to you on
the memory of my mother.

I have been, at times,
unkind, but never untrue.

I pronounced before
all gathered in that room

that you would
make a fine queen.

Do you think me capable
of such naked deceit?

What did he say, at the end?

Did he speak my name?

He was weary.

It was hard, at
times, to understand.

But he spoke Aegon's name.

He said he was the
prince that was promised

to unite the realm.

- What?
- I desire peace as you do,

- but if... - Did my
father use those words?

The Prince That Was Promised?

Did he?

Yes, he did.

He... spoke to you of
the Song of Ice and Fire?

It's a story he once told...

(chuckles) about
Aegon the Conqueror.

The C... The Conqueror.

You must go before
you are discovered.

- There's been a mistake.
- There's been no mistake.

Please.

You can prevent this, Alicent.

A terrible war is looming,

and even victory
may be so bloody

as to be counted a loss.

- Do not let your pride blind...
- There's been no mistake.

My father is gone from court.

Cole is on the march, Aemond...

you know what Aemond is.

- It's too late, Rhaenyra.
- Alicent.

Only
weeks ago, my Lord husband was alive

and the realm was at peace.

You might be half the
king your father was.

- Tread carefully.
- Or what?

All who refuse will
have their death.

Are you afraid, sir?

Worse. I'm rational.

My father believed
that I was meant to unite the realm.

I need to know that
there was no other path.

And now I do.

Hold to your courage!

Hold to your wit!

We must send the dragons to war.

The horrors I have just loosed
cannot be for a crown alone.

For Rhaenyra,
it's a really outlandish risk

to try and go to
Alicent and say,

"We are the only two people
left at either of these councils

that have the power,
influence, and desire

to see about a peaceful
end to this thing.

Your false queen,
Rhaenyra, is a kinslayer.

Your uncle declared
for Aegon, did he?

Aegon Targaryen is no true king.

The Brackens and the Blackwoods
are ancient foes and rivals.

One of the big ideas
about this series

was generational conflict.

That's the standing of the
Blackwoods and the Brackens

when we first find them,

which is a sort of
microcosm of where

House Targaryen is getting to.

They happen to
have the two largest armies

in the Riverlands.

It's 40,000 swords

if they all come together
under one banner.

I will enlist the Brackens,
subdue the Riverlands,

and take Harrenhal.

A bold scheme indeed.

Well, the gods favor the bold.

They did not favor Ser Arryk.

One of the pivotal scenes

is the first day of
Cole's work as Hand.

We've always seen Cole
as a strong, brooding guy.

And this was a moment
to peel back all those layers

and understand what he's
like alone in a room with himself.

It's such a
massively anxiety-inducing day for him

because the Hand of the
King is a diplomat's role,

and he's always been the
sworn protector to the Queen.

Now, that duty of care has
been passed on to someone else,

and suddenly all
eyes are on him.

That's a very
nerve-wracking thing.

Cole is a terrible choice
to be Hand of the King.

Aegon's ultimate goal is to have
someone who is a feared warrior,

but not a great politician,

because he doesn't
want to be outshone.

To war, then.

I'll come, too, with Sunfyre.

- Aegon.
- Your Grace.

Aegon has this insecurity

that drives a great
sense of confidence.

I'm as fearsome as any of them.

In this case, he wants
to wear the King's armor.

He wants to visually
push himself forward

as a leader.

Aegon is not thinking tactically.

He's being impulsive. It's
the same old trends in him.

His self-awareness is growing,
and not in a good way for him

because he's becoming more
aware of how much of a fraud he is.

And it's eating him
from the inside out.

Daemon, in
the most base of ways,

has a fight with his
wife, gets in his car,

and runs off to
Harrenhal to conquer it.

Daemon has gone, in his wisdom,

to try and make amends, I think.

We've got to go and
march on King's Landing.

We need an army,
and at the moment,

we don't really have an army.

Daemon is hoping to
meet some resistance there.

He's looking for it.

But he's frustrated in
the fact that he can't find it

because the castle
is so poorly occupied.

I'm claiming Harrenhal.

Apparently so.

Simon
Strong is Lyonel Strong's uncle.

He has no loyalty to his family
because he is a man of honor

and believes that
Larys burned his family.

Daemon comes
in, a head of steam,

and all Ser Simon wants
to do is have peace.

The most interesting
part of the Harrenhal story

is what it does to Daemon.

He starts to have
these hallucinations,

these dreams.

He's not sure what's
real and not real.

We know that
there is a magicality,

and all of a sudden, he
sees young Rhaenyra,

and she means something to him.

She meant something at that age,

and it also told him
that it was a dream.

His past is coming back to
haunt him in broad daylight.

The real idea was
to bring Daemon into contact

with something in
the supernatural world

that he could not deny.

I've decided to send Joffrey

to ward with my cousin,
Lady Jeyne Arryn.

Aegon and Viserys
will accompany him.

I want you to go with them.

Rhaenyra's made
this immediate calculation

that her family is unsafe.

I mean, they got
to her in her home,

and there's nothing to
say that they can't again.

I think she sends
away her youngest

and most vulnerable
children to protect them

in a place where
they're hidden away

and hopefully where
they can weather the war.

The endless risk of
losing one of your children,

I think she perceives to
be hideously compromising

while she's in that
grieving process.

There's a decision to
try and dislocate herself

from her own motherhood.

I cannot
promise to make you happy,

but I ask you, make
this sacrifice willingly.

For all of us.

Your Grace.

I think being in a family
that has so much power

and feeling so
powerless is heartbreaking

when you have
such a want to help.

It's like confirmation to Rhaena
of what she's always feared,

that everyone just
thinks she's pathetic.

She's also the daughter

of Daemon Targaryen
and Laena Velaryon,

and there's a fire
burning in her as well.

It's really lit by
that resentment

of being sent on this mission
she regards as a bit demeaning.

You do a great service,

and may yet find yourself
glad to be out of harm's way.

Do not coddle me, Baela.

- Grant me at least that dignity.
- I meant no insult.

Rhaena's definitely got
some bitterness and jealousy

towards Baela,

but I think she's also,
like, in awe of her.

There's always gonna
be such love there.

Very classic for sisters.

Should all come to ruin here,

you will bear our
hope for the future.

She also sends
away the three eggs

that Daemon discovered from
Syrax's clutch in season one

and the egg of young
Viserys Targaryen

as an insurance policy,

so that all of her
eggs are not in

the singular Dragonstone basket,

hoping that while
Lady Jeyne Arryn wants

an adult dragon
to defend the Vale,

the sons of House Targaryen

and multiple dragon
eggs will do the job.

What do you know
of the movements

of Alicent Hightower?

Rhaenyra sees what's coming.

She's trying to put an end to it

and to beseech Alicent to
help her see that through.

She sees it as her
job as Sovereign

to risk herself before
she risks the lives

of possibly millions
of the realm.

It's quite a chaotic choice,

but Rhaenyra also
wants to look the person

who's caused her
such pain in the face.

- (GASPS, INHALES
SHAKILY) - Shh.

When Rhaenyra and
Alicent come together,

they're right back to that
moment where Viserys died.

He changed his mind.

I have been at times
unkind, but never untrue.

She has to reckon
for the first time

with the idea that possibly
her father changed his mind,

that she lost the mandate.

But when Alicent explains

that his last wish was
that Aegon be king,

and she starts talking about
the prince that was promised,

that's when Rhaenyra realizes

that Viserys was talking
about the prophecy.

It's a story he once told...

(CHUCKLES) ...about
Aegon the Conqueror.

That story and what
she's told herself

has given her such strength.

This just throws Alicent's
world into complete chaos.

- There has been a mistake.
- There has been no mistake.

Please.

Rulers can exploit prophecy,
either knowingly or unknowingly,

to see through it their power

and their influence
over the realm.

A terrible war is looming,

and even victory
may be so bloody

as to be counted a loss.

Do not let your pride blind you

- to the blood... - There
has been no mistake.

Rhaenyra does
not get what she wants.

It's not because Alicent's
unwilling to hear it.

It's simply because
Alicent is saying,

"My power has
been stripped away."

Even if she wanted
to do something,

she feels like her
hands are tied.

It's too late, Rhaenyra.

Alicent.

And that causes
her to have to reckon,

finally, with going to war.

And suddenly, she
chooses her title.

She doesn't just inherit it.

Alicent and
Rhaenyra are both affected

by what they have lost

and the history that they have
with each other.

You don't forget it.

So, the rest of the season
is about embracing reality.

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