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You stand with a dragon of House Targaryen!

This dragon came to me.

She wishes him to be instructed in dragon riding.

The lowborn cannot go around seizing dragons.

With these riders, we can end a needless war.

House Targaryen is the blood of the dragon.

If any may lay claim to it, what are we then?

We will make an alliance with the Triarchy.

I've had enough of this cursed blockade.

You cannot mean to treat with the Free Cities.

I thank Your Grace for her blessings.

All my life, I have endeavored to serve,

and somehow none of it matters.

Ser Rickard, I wish to go out.

There are older things in this world

than you, or I, or living memory.

You are not the player, but a piece on the board.

Do you accept me as your queen and ruler?

I wish you to go to Harrenhal.

Find out his intentions.

Whether he means to raise a host for me or for himself.

I have received rumor of the dragon Seasmoke

with a rider.

The rider is your brother.

If it is something in the blood...

I am of salt and sea.

I yearn for nothing else.

You misled me, My Lady.

There is a large dragon in the Vale.

It is large and formidable.

But alas, wild.

The Riverlands are held together by oaths.

Then we shall go to face your vassals,

and you will call your banners to war.

There is a problem. They all hate you.

The old ways call for justice to be done.

Seize him.

He must now rectify his grievous error.

No, no! No!

It crushes whoever wears it.

I push him on your instruction. He is spent.

It will be long before he may rest again.

They're looking for Targaryen bastards.

Each of you has left behind a life

to which you might never return.

If you survive, you will be transformed.

The dragon, Vermithor...

and Silverwing.

Who among you would be first?

Let us raise an army of bastards.

These are our terms.

One hundred of your golden dragons.

Per ship?

Per man.

I could not produce such a coin,

even if I wanted to.

Again, you plead poverty.

It is hollow stuff from the mouth of a Lannister.

Whose very stables and sculleries

are carved into a mountain of gold.

And we will need it before this war is done.

Break the blockade and it will benefit you.

Do you think that we lack for buyers

for our tapestries and perfumes?

We sell where we please,

blockade or no.

Essos is as rich as it is vast.

It seems you need us more than we need you.

The Stepstones.

What of them?

Give us the Stepstones.

A smattering of rocks...

hardly a sacrifice to the lords of Westeros.

I... Those rocks have been disputed for a generation.

Your...

pirates have waylaid ships, taken slaves, cargo...

Give them to us outright, if you prevail,

and all that will cease.

We will impose a simple tax

on those passing through.

Recoup the losses we took fighting

- the Velaryon hordes. - Extortion.

You will drive up the price of basic goods.

It is better than starving, surely.

A fleet of warships, then, sailing at your command.

- They would break the blockade... - Hm.

...and hold the passage.

Very well.

The prince regent may have me hanged for this.

With the armada we send now,

you can topple the prince regent

and sit the Iron Throne yourself.

Of course, there is one more condition.

I was...

rather set on a bath and a flagon of wine.

The commander of our fleet

must agree to go with you.

His name is Lohar. The sailors are fiercely loyal to him.

If, if he does not lead them,

they will not fight.

Very well.

Let us meet this commander then.

Admiral Lohar...

this is Tyland Lannister,

of Casterly Rock.

Well met, Lord Tywin.

Uh...

it's Tyland.

What sort of man are you?

- I beg your pardon? - A poet...

a philosopher?

I am the master of ships at King's Landing.

- You're thin. - But also tall.

I will not sail with a man who cannot best me.

At, at what?

Some rum wouldn't go amiss.

Your Grace.

Just a little.

You're a good man, Orwyle.

A word, Your Grace?

I must ask you, Your Grace, to steel yourself.

We must leave King's Landing, quickly,

and we will not return for some time.

- What? - The Pretender has found three new riders for her dragons.

- That's impossible. - Your brother thought the same.

He flew to challenge her and was rebuffed.

Fled in terror, from what I hear.

He deserves no less.

Be that as it may, he has gone in fury to Sharp Point...

and laid waste to the whole of the town.

Fucking mad cunt.

She really did it then?

I fear so.

So, what was the fucking point in all this then?

The gods are cruel, Your Grace,

but I hope you can see the urgency.

No, no. I am the king. Why must I run?

Because the prince regent is going to kill you.

You were in danger before,

and now, he is thwarted and he is angry.

There is no telling what he will do,

but we have an opportunity

- while he is away... - An opportunity to push him out.

Take me to my throne

and once he returns, I shall take him prisoner... hm?

And what then?

When Rhaenyra descends on you with her seven dragons,

and you, without Vhagar, what then?

W...

Uh...

I have, over the years,

in anticipation of little bumps in the road,

moved the greater part of Harrenhal's gold reserves

to the Iron Bank in Braavos.

We can live... well

and remain until what is coming has passed.

Y... You want to take me to Essos

to live with the goatfuckers.

It's best to live, I think.

- However you do it. - Is it?

My dragon is dead.

I am burnt...

and disgusting... and alone.

And I'm a cripple.

You are not alone.

My cock is destroyed, did they tell you that?

Yeah. It burst into flames like a sausage on the spit.

Do not despair, Your Grace.

There are better days ahead.

Let your brother and the Pretender

destroy themselves in blood and bitterness.

When they are spent,

and their armies in tatters,

we will return,

and the people will rise up to meet us.

I can't even piss without it running down my leg.

They will be tired of endless deprivation and fear.

They will hail the returning king...

his father's true heir.

Aegon the Victorious...

risen from the ashes.

Aegon the Peacemaker.

Aegon the Rebuilder.

Aegon, the Realm's Delight.

This is more like it, Hugh, don't you think?

We're meant to be at the training yards learnin' the commands.

Yeah, and I will go,

but surely they'd not deny me my pleasure after so long.

I may never eat fish again.

What are you doing here?

Remove your feet from the table.

- I'd rather not. - Ulf.

It's not up to you... Ulf.

Who's it up to then... boy?

He is the prince, Ulf. Prince Jacaerys Velaryon.

Prince Jacaerys Velaryon. Right here.

Who'd have thought it?

He lives here.

I'll have an apology from you.

Ah! The young prince!

And look at that hair.

As dark as they say.

Let them tell us we don't have Targaryen blood, eh?

- My mother is the queen and... - Dragonriders both.

You and I... cut from the same cloth.

It is a sacred inheritance of which you know nothing.

Forgive him, my prince.

He is not much used to the manners of court.

Or any manners at all, I'd say.

Do you know what has happened this last hour, hm?

The so-called prince regent

has burned Sharp Point down to its stones.

Thousands of its folk dead or lost.

Its harbor in ashes.

Will you prepare to face such an enemy?

Or will you stay here and make yourself easy?

If you hinder our efforts

through sloth or unreadiness,

I will see you hanged,

and your body fed to the dogs in the street.

I-I meant no disrespect, my prince.

The new riders are a boon to us,

but now the deed is done,

I cannot erase my doubts.

We know little of who they are,

and what is the strength of their character.

Addam of Hull, at least, is known to you.

He's a shipwright in my employ,

and it is reported to me that he is a man of integrity.

I've had little to do with him... to my regret.

But the beasts have been claimed.

You now have a great advantage.

You must strike, quickly,

while the prince regent mulls his next action.

I had hoped my advantage may be in deterrence.

Vhagar has ever been our foremost threat,

and she is now overmatched.

Vhagar is not his only dragon.

W... The third brother is untested,

has never left Oldtown,

and his dragon is younger than Vermax.

But a dragon nonetheless.

And you forget another.

Helaena?

She does not ride. She has no taste for it.

She may yet be compelled.

- And her dragon... - Dreamfyre,

hatched when the Conqueror was king.

She is formidable.

Still, Helaena is no warrior.

Aemond thought himself invincible.

He has now discovered he is not.

He'll be angry, desperate.

He will not stop at burning Sharp Point,

and he will not be denied.

You speak truly...

though I wish it was not so.

How goes the Sea Snake?

Better than new.

We'll rejoin the blockade on the morrow.

Let our foes beware, be they Lannister or Greyjoy.

But... my ship is no longer the Sea Snake.

She was a testament to my own glory.

I've given her a new name.

The Queen Who Never Was.

Corlys...

I thank you.

What I do now... I do for her.

Your Grace, you are ready.

You have six dragons under your banner.

My ships sail at your command,

and my men serve you.

But the Lannisters are marching,

and the Hightowers from Oldtown.

You must crush this beast at its head

and before too many days have flown.

There is, of course...

another player that has yet to be revealed.

Ah, Your Grace, a word.

It seems the sheep on our land has been sold upriver.

My vassals have sent a drove of swine instead.

Dragons do eat pigs, I assume?

Caraxes prefers them. How goes your muster?

We'll be ready to march in two days' time.

- See to those pigs. - At once, Your Grace.

Your Grace... Ser Alfred Broome has come to see you.

Interesting.

I am sent as an emissary from the queen,

to ascertain your movements and your intentions.

You've arrived just in time

to see my new army, Broome.

What do you think of it?

It's very large.

Lannister hesitates.

I aim to march on King's Landing before he can catch me.

May I have a word in private, Your Grace?

I would speak honestly with you.

I'd expect nothing less.

I was faithful to the king, your brother.

I pledged my banners to Rhaenyra, his heir.

I will never serve the usurpers

or the whelps of Oldtown,

but there are battles to be fought...

- Traitor. - ...and in times like this...

Did you hear something?

This place will have you barking at the moon.

While you have mustered an army,

Rhaenyra has faltered...

turning aside from our judgment,

and taking a course, I myself, deem reckless.

Rhaenyra will chart her own course, for good or ill.

But you are a leader of men.

If you declare yourself,

your lords will follow you.

I never took you for a turncloak...

Ser Alfred.

Rhaenyra's intentions are good.

But what we need, in this moment...

is a king.

It appears that the Pretender

sent boats to collect those among the smallfolk

who believed they had any drop of Targaryen blood.

Deception and subterfuge.

Cowards, all of them. Put an end to this madness.

Let no vessel come or go from our harbor without our inspection.

This will hinder the work of the fishing boats.

The people depend on them for sustenance.

They will need no sustenance

if they are slaughtered by the enemy.

We must all make our sacrifices.

Why does everybody hate us?

They're unhappy...

and unhappy people look for someone to hate.

We didn't order the blockade.

No, but we are the crown, so they expect us to break it.

Drink this.

I was happier before I was queen.

What would you think about leaving this place?

Where would I go?

The prince regent, Your Grace.

Helaena. Here you are. Mother.

- I was just, just going to bed. - The crown has need of your service.

- Now? - The Pretender has raised new riders against us,

and we must answer in kind.

I need you to fly with Dreamfyre to battle.

- Aemond. - I do not wish to fight.

Our wishes must take second place now

to what is necessary to preserve the throne.

I won't burn anyone.

It isn't a question.

- Aemond. - They have defiled our birthright,

- made commoners into dragonlords! - Ow, ow!

- Aemond! Aemond! - It is a sin and must be punished!

- May I remind you your sister is still the queen? - Ow!

As you were once! And you see now

what is the consequence of your weakness!

We are in peril today more than yesterday!

Was it peril that moved you to burn the town of Sharp Point?

Peril or basest fury at your own humiliation?

Ow!

You wish to rule the Seven Kingdoms,

but you rain ruin and death upon its smallfolk

when you've been insulted

because it makes you feel strong

and now you seek to corrupt your sister,

of all our line, the gentlest and most deserving

- of your protection. - And who will protect her

if she cannot protect herself?

And who will she be if her mind is broken?!

'Tis no longer our rule that is threatened,

our very lives.

- Would you not have us prevail? - Not like this.

Not like this!

Your Grace.

Grand Maester.

I must again request your assistance.

I need passage.

And your discretion.

Do you think nothing of your oath...

Lord Commander?

I think of nothing else, my lord.

Steward's son from Dorne

fucking the queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

Former queen.

She has broken no oath, for all I may have done.

- I could send you to the Wall. - You could.

Stain the Hightower name for a generation.

- King's mother and his Hand. - She is my sister.

She saved my life.

Twice.

Once from the headsman's axe and once from myself.

Since then, she has been the beacon I follow.

Do not think I have no shame in me, ser.

Desire for women has brought me grief after grief.

Then resist it.

Oh, would that it were so simple.

Your brothers in the Kingsguard find a way.

Do they?

Mm, perhaps they do.

Or perhaps all men are corrupt...

and true honor is a mist

that melts in the morning.

That is a bleak philosophy.

I have no philosophy.

Or rather, my philosophy was this.

To protect the righteous

and dispense justice on the rest.

But now...

You saw what I saw.

The dragons dance, and men are like dust under their feet.

And all our fine thoughts, all our... endeavors

are as nothing.

We march now toward our annihilation.

To die will be a kind of relief.

Don't you think?

You have impressed me, Lord Tyman.

King's Landing has sent a most doughty ambassador.

I hope... you will testify to the worth of the ambassador...

by agreeing to his most humble request.

I will most certainly consider it.

After dinner.

Have you ever eaten the flesh of your enemies?

What?

I have not and I would not.

So you reject the hospitality of my house.

A jest, my lord.

What do you take me for?

A jest!

Come.

It does not befit a prince to pout.

I'm not pouting.

What would you call it, then?

- I'm reading. - While your mother waits?

You're angry.

Aren't you?

I don't see what good it would do.

They are an insult to us.

To what makes us Targaryens.

If any common lout can ride a dragon,

- then... - That does not make me common. Or you.

- You know what I am. - I don't care.

You are the crown prince,

the son of the rightful queen,

and here you are sulking

because you believe that if not for the dragon

or the trappings of your station,

that you are nothing.

Do you believe that you are the first noble heir

who was not sired by his noble father?

Such is the way of the world, Jace,

and in resenting it, you only diminish yourself.

Easy enough to say.

I've heard the whispers the whole of my life.

Then prove to them that you are worthy.

Get up and take your place

by your mother's side.

♪ Here come my lads, my comely boys ♪

♪ And split your sacks ashore ♪

♪ For you'll be sail-sailing many days ♪

♪ Afore you get some more ♪

♪ So grease the mast and send it up ♪

♪ Betwixt the wind and water ♪

♪ Hoist, me lads, and hoist again ♪

♪ Salute the captain's daughter ♪

Well done, Lord Tyrod!

Good song, well delivered.

It's Tyland.

You have proven yourself most accommodating.

And more accomplished than one would think, to look at you.

Hm. Well... Hm.

I will be pleased to sail at your side.

- Oh. - And my captains with me.

To the Gullet on the morrow!

And let the Sea Snake

rue the day we meet again.

Ya! My king will be well pleased.

To friendship!

It is late.

Oh!

Before you go...

Lord Tyland.

Mm.

You are a handsome man,

and you have proven your worth and virility.

I wish to have children by you.

You, you... You want me to...

Indeed.

I want you to fuck my wives.

How many wives do you have?

More wine here!

Taming a dragon is thirsty work.

Oh, and some more of these little birds.

A toast.

To our new riders.

The three of you are not of noble birth,

but you have done a thing never dreamed of before now.

I have entrusted you with a power only few have known.

And I charge you to take it up with fealty and respect.

Serve me well, and I will make you knights of the realm.

Huh? What do you think of that, boys?

We'll be knights... just like that.

We will not fail you, my queen.

What must we do?

I had thought the mere fact of you might stay the enemy's hand.

But Lord Corlys is right.

We must strike while we have the advantage...

and end this war.

Learn your beasts and your commands.

You will fly in two days' time.

The strongholds of the usurper, Oldtown and Lannisport,

and their armies, all must be subdued.

Alone, without allies, he will have no choice but to surrender.

You wish for us to kill innocents.

- And so many. - It is hard...

but it cannot be helped.

We must break the will of our enemy...

or more will die in a struggle

that stretches on without end.

What about Vhagar?

She is fearsome... but she is one dragon.

The prince regent cannot defend against all of us.

I'll take him on myself. Silverwing's a goer, she is.

- We're afraid of nothing. - Hm.

- Even if you are. - There will be time enough

to see which one of us is a coward.

I said more of these little birds!

A knight will comport himself with grace at the queen's table.

Best make me a knight, then.

You forget yourself...

friend.

A sense of humor would do you all good.

There is a message from Harrenhal, Your Grace.

Daemon?

The castellan, Ser Simon Strong.

Daemon has raised his army...

but Ser Simon fears treachery.

I will not allow it.

Addam...

come with me.

Thank you.

Birds.

Do you never sleep, witch?

I'm goin' to the godswood.

When you came here, you were a closed fist.

You wished to bend the world to your will.

But you've discovered, I think, that...

this world will not be governed.

There are omens here for those who seek them.

You do not scoff?

I'm no longer inclined to.

I'm pleased to hear it.

Do you wish, then, to learn what is given to you?

All your life, you have sought to command

your own fate.

But today you are ready.

It's all a story...

and you are but one part in it.

You know your part.

You know what you must do.

Sister.

We share the same blood,

you and I.

I know you wish no harm to anyone.

But in a time like this,

when the good of the realm depends on us...

Our mother is not a dragonrider.

She cannot understand

that you and I have a truer call to heed.

Come with me...

to Harrenhal?

We will lay waste to Daemon and his army.

Let our enemy see that we will answer outrage with outrage.

And if I refuse?

Will you burn me as you did Aegon?

- That is a lie. - I saw it.

You burned him and you let him fall.

What you say is treason.

Aegon will be king again.

He's yet to see victory.

He sits on a wooden throne.

And you...

you'll be dead.

You were swallowed up in the God's Eye,

and you were never seen again.

I could have you killed.

It wouldn't change anything.

I am the castellan, Ser Simon Strong, Your Grace.

Well met.

Welcome to Harrenhal, my queen.

I did not think to see you here yourself.

Your message gave me much concern.

Yes, I must admit I had reason to fear.

But come, see for yourself.

I wasn't expecting you.

That seems rather a lapse in foresight.

- I see you have done well here. - They are sworn to me.

And not a moment too soon.

And to whom are you sworn?

The realm's only hope...

is a leader who can unite it

and my brother chose... you.

You are the true queen, Rhaenyra.

First of Her Name.

Protector of the Realm.

I am meant to serve you, and all of these with me,

until death

or the end of our story.

My queen.

For every one of us who falls...

a hundred of them!

There will be no mercy!

We fight for our queen!

You sent for me, Lord Hand.

Gulls are flying low today.

The weather will change.

Not until late, I think, but...

- I will ready the storm sails. - We join the blockade,

and are like to find ourselves in peril, sooner than late.

I wish to set out on good terms with my first mate.

Have I been remiss in my duties?

You've done what is asked of you, and more.

But you are curt... silent,

and the men find you distant.

You cannot lead if you do not inspire.

Well, I never asked to lead, as you well know.

You have been given a position to which all who serve here aspire.

Forgive me, my lord.

I will endeavor to improve myself.

I am trying to help you.

You want to help me?

Is this the help you offer after all these years?

A reminder to be grateful?

I mean no offense.

You may go.

Do you know what it was like for us?

To grow up fatherless...

to be sneered upon as bastards,

never sure of the bread to feed us?

D-D-Do you know what hunger does to a boy?

What grief does?

- Or shame? - You are dismissed.

I sold fish in the market

from cold dawn until sunset,

putting by coppers to stave off the winter,

and I watched the man who sired me walk past

with his son and heir

with a fur around his shoulders...

choosing sweetmeats to eat after supper by the fire.

And now that boy is dead.

And his sister before him.

And the heir that took his place.

And now, now, now you remember I live.

Now you wish to...

suddenly to scatter the crumbs of your favor.

I am an honorable man, and I will serve you because I must.

But if it is all the same,

I will decline any offers of help.

If I survive this war...

I will continue as I began...

alone.

You have done what no one else would dream of,

and you have been rewarded.

The gods favor you.

They put the means to victory in your hands.

And yet, to claim it, I must strike

and in striking, I doom thousands to their deaths.

I do not believe my father would've wished this.

He left you with no choice.

Be strong. You know you are just.

You must not let the Realm fall to those

who care for power more than peace.

You must prevail.

And who pays the price?

Come.

Begging your pardon, Your Grace.

I had to see you.

- Who knows? - None save my protector.

He laid down his sword at your gate.

I've been, I think... mistaken.

In what?

I was raised to believe there was an order to things,

that there was security in following the paths laid out for us.

I resented you, I think,

for... caring so little for any of it,

for knowing what you wanted.

I did not know what I wanted.

I knew only what was expected of me.

- Why have you come here? - Because I lost my way.

Or rather, it was taken from me.

All those I put my faith in, my...

- m-my husband, my father, my lover, my son... - Ooh.

The incorruptible queen

sullies herself with a lover.

Do not judge me for what you yourself have done.

Your father died. I took comfort with another.

- I too have desires. - Yes, but you alone made virtue your banner.

And I clung to it... in defiance of you,

I think, who so disdained it.

I have been alone, of late.

I walked outside the walls of the city

and I felt a weight lifted from me.

- How lovely for you. - I thought, for the first time,

what I would choose...

if not for the duty I put before all else.

Shall you cast your son down and rule alone?

No, I do not wish to rule, I wish to live.

To be free of all this endless plotting and striving.

The crown will pursue war and victory at any cost.

I... But as for me...

I would take my daughter and her child and leave it all behind.

It's too late... Alicent.

You said it yourself. Blood has been shed,

cities burned, armies march,

and you wish to wash your hands

of what you yourself set in motion.

Oh, the arrogance of blaming me,

as if you would not have been challenged regardless.

Did not your hand bring it forth like a midwife?

I did only what I thought your father wanted.

Oh, go then.

Leave us behind, as you say.

Rhaenyra.

Wander in the wilderness.

What has it got to do with me?

Did you come here thinking you would be absolved?

He never stopped loving your mother, you know?

He was very fond of me, and I of him,

but...

she was the vision that sustained him

even after she herself

had slipped from his grasp, it was

his love for her that kept him resolute

in his choice of heir.

And yet, you believe he wavered at the end.

Why have you come here?

Aemond will soon fly to join Cole in the Riverlands.

When he's gone...

Helaena as queen will be the crown's authority.

If you come then to King's Landing, I will see to it

that our guards throw down their arms,

we will open the gates, we will shed no blood.

You will enter as a conqueror.

Already you have the stronger hand.

Once you take the throne...

this senseless war must end.

Right.

What of Aegon?

He's broken beyond recognition.

He lies in the dark, in pain and terror.

He has many faults, but...

he still heeds his mother.

I believe I can prevail upon him

- to bend the knee, if indeed... - No! Still...

you defend him.

Still you imagine you can have all you want

without paying too high a price,

- a price I had no choice but to pay. - What I want

is to set things right.

If I am to take the throne,

I must put an end to the opposition.

I must take Aegon's head.

And I have to do it for all to see.

You know this.

However you may try to evade it, you know this.

Choose.

Will you shrink from what you set out to do?

Or will you see it through...

and make your sacrifice?

A son for a son.

You are much changed.

Let us be done with this, please.

And what do I do with you now?

You let me go, to do what I promised.

And you fly to the Red Keep in three days' time,

and you take your throne.

Or you take me for a liar.

I have neither weapon nor armor.

My life itself is forfeit.

I... cast myself on the mercy of a friend

who once loved me.

History will paint you a villain.

A cold queen...

grasping for power, and then defeated.

Let them think what they must.

I am at last myself...

with no ambition greater than to walk where I please and to breathe the open air.

To die unremarked and unnoticed...

and be free.

You speak as if from a distant dream.

Come with me.

My part is here, whether I will or no.

It was decided for me long ago.

Go.

The final episode is such a great build

for everywhere we've been in season two

and promising what's to come.

Rhaenyra has choked King's Landing with a blockade,

and people are starting to get hungry,

and they're going to revolt against the King,

or the Prince Regent.

Break the blockade, and it will benefit you.

It seems you need us more than we need you.

There is a Lannister navy, there is a Hightower navy,

but they're on the other side of the blockade.

And so they end up going to bargain with the Triarchy

which Tyland is very not on board with,

but ends up having to do.

But it's a sign of how extreme their position is.

This is where the seat of power sits.

And this is a very rich cartel of three different nations

that are in the shipping and piracy business.

And they hate Westeros.

And they want to seek a profit off of them.

He gets sent to pirate land

to treat with the pirates.

To see if he can get the Triarchy

to ally with the Greens.

Admiral Lohar.

He needs to impress me before he can get what he wants.

I put him through absolute hell.

Singing was the worst.

I can handle mud wrestling, but singing is miserable.

But it worked because Tyland can't sing.

She's a bonkers character

that feels like one of these very colorful characters

ripped right out of the pages of George's books.

The people there take her entirely seriously,

and we're sort of looking at her the way Tyland does,

which is, "What's going on?" and "Is this real?"

One of our season highlights was bringing in Sharako Lohar.

And it can be a rough show.

It's grim, it's a war, a lot of people die.

So having that moment of levity and just sort of off-kilterness

was really important to us

and a really welcome little bit of fun.

A jest, my Lord.

How goes the Seasnake?

I've given her a new name.

The Queen Who Never Was.

We really wanted to find a way for him to honor

and keep alive the memory of Rhaenys.

Because it shows the arc that he's been on

across the season where much of his life

was about him and his own glory.

I mean, he named his ship after himself.

Corlys always went out to sea,

so Rhaenys never felt like his priority.

And when she died, it finally came to Corlys

that he always thought about himself.

And so he did the one thing he could do.

Take his namesake, his ship, and make it hers.

He's lost all the people he loves.

He's sort of come to this place of acceptance

and understanding that his great exploits

are less important than just having his family around him.

Do you know what hunger does to a boy?

What grief does?

Rhaenys always had the conversation with Corlys

about his heir.

And none of them really feel like they're the right person.

For the first time, Corlys considers Addam and Alyn.

Yes, they are bastards, but they are more qualified.

One of the things that we talked about,

myself, Abu, and Geeta,

was that nobody speaks to Corlys that way.

Not if they've got any sense.

The only person who does is Rhaenys.

When it came to the tirade, this emotional speech,

it came down to the words

and playing off Steve and his reactions.

Alyn doesn't expect it coming out of him.

I wasn't expecting it coming out of me either.

Like, it was one of those moments

where I generally felt like I could really let go.

I am trying to help you.

Now you remember I live.

He watched me with my other son,

picking up wonderful gifts and walking into the castle.

And he, who knew I was his father,

had to grow up in poverty.

For me then to come into his life and sort of go,

"I'm trying to help you,"

well, of course, he's gonna be resentful.

You understand the hurt and everything that he's carried

for all of these years.

You see the way it lands on the Seasnake.

And I think he knows that he hasn't been

the patriarchal figure that he needed to be

to these guys,

but I don't think he realizes until this moment

the cost that it had on this human being.

If it is all the same,

I will decline any offers of help.

Aemond lashes out.

It's also a strategic act because Sharp Point

is the seat of House Massey

who serves on Rhaenyra's council.

It's a punishment to them for siding with the pretender.

Aemond is showing that he's not running.

He's burning cities filled with innocent people instead.

Aemond is now, for the first time this season,

I think, scared.

From the time in season one when he got Vhagar as a boy,

that's changed his entire outlook.

And now that he's been challenged by these new dragons,

it's the first time that, like,

"Oh, no, I don't have the upper hand

in any situation I go into."

The stakes are so high

that if he doesn't get another rider,

he will have no chance against the Blacks.

And they will lose the throne is Aegon continues to be king.

In his mind, he's doing what's right

for his house.

Why must I run?

Because the Prince Regent is going to kill you.

I think from Larys' experience, those who look through you,

they never see you coming.

That's what he's trying to say to Aegon is,

as long as Aegon is not a threat,

he's relatively safe.

Larys sees the light at the end of the tunnel.

Or at least he's made Aegon think he knows

what that could be.

After his encounter with Aemond in episode six,

Aegon knows that Larys is correct.

In that moment, Aemond gets desperate

with the newfound potential threat.

And he overextends and gets forceful with Helaena.

I think it's desperation that reeks off him in that scene

when Alicent and Helaena are both like,

"Bro, calm down.

This is not how somebody who feels really sure about

what they're doing behaves."

Helaena admits she saw how I burned Aegon

and it's hard-hitting for Aemond to hear he's gonna go down.

He kind of envisioned after the war had finished

he'd be seen as this war hero.

But Helaena's prophecy puts a stop to that.

Helaena's probably put herself in more danger with Aemond

than she ever has been before.

- Would you not have us prevail? - Not like this.

Aemond is gonna be an interesting loose cannon

in season three because when Aemond is scared,

laughed at, or feels small, he lashes out.

You're either with him or you're against him.

You get in his way, you're in for a show.

All your life, you've sought to command your own fate.

But today, you are ready.

There are different magics

and worlds in play here in George's universe,

and Alys has been a bit of a guide for Daemon

and has made him ready for this thing

that Alys is going to show him that he was not ready for

in episode three when he showed up at the castle.

He's evolved in some way, and he's ready

to see the future.

We wanted Daemon to have this final experience

that was undeniable to him.

He's somebody that has rejected the supernatural

his entire life.

We definitely wanted to tie what Daemon sees

to Game of Thrones because where it picks up,

it's Daenerys Targaryen finding those eggs.

She is a descendent of Daemon and Rhaenyra

and so what he ends up seeing is that

he's just this tiny piece of this massive story

and once you start to see that,

you gain an entirely different perspective.

This vision brings Daemon into the story of Fire and Ice

and takes him to his death.

And after his death, it shows him

that if he continues to only think of himself,

great loss will be had.

And then he sees a hope.

We know it's Daenerys, but he doesn't know who it is.

And he sees a White Walker, which is cool.

I was like, "Come on, that's cool."

Even though Rhaenyra and Daemon

are not going to save the realm from the White Walkers,

their actions do have an impact

on how that future is going to play out.

You know your path.

To evolve from the character

that stormed out of Dragonstone in episode two,

we had to see Daemon go through all of his...

...trials and tribulations.

And Rhaenyra, not knowing what Daemon is going to do.

And then you believe he is changed,

and he sees that he is not the player,

but a piece on the board, as Alys tells him.

He sees Rhaenyra on the throne,

and I think it gives him the confidence in himself to go,

"I serve you and I'm yours."

And it's not that everything's been resolved,

but Daemon realizes that his job is to facilitate

Rhaenyra getting to the throne, and that he...

understands now that Viserys wasn't trying to punish him.

And so he's able to let go of his anger at Rhaenyra.

To sort of let everything go and,

"Let's go do this together. I'm on your team."

She wasn't sure throughout the entire season

if he was going to try to set himself up as king,

and it's this moment of validation

that she gets from him

that I think is incredibly meaningful.

We fight for our Queen!

Will you see it through and make your sacrifice?

A son for a son?

You've seen the massive ways that things have changed

between meeting number one and meeting number two.

And I think both of them have been through further trauma,

and it's brought them back around to a place

where they're wondering what the cost

of all this is for.

It's massive that Alicent travels to Rhaenyra.

It's treason.

If Aemond found out, head on a spike.

But it's also to look Rhaenyra in the eye

as my, like, rawest self.

"This is me shedding whatever power

or Queenly status I had.

I was wrong. Take it.

I don't want anything to do with it. I'm done."

She's had this journey of self-actualization,

and she's got a lot of power within her.

And I think she feels much more capable.

It's funny to be offered a huge gift

at the point where you think you already have what you need.

The climax of that scene is Rhaenyra,

"I'm going to have to kill your son,"

and Alicent acceding to it.

Which is huge for Rhaenyra because that is not something

that Alicent would ever have done before.

So I think that causes her to really believe

what Alicent is saying.

Rhaenyra has these new dragon riders,

she's just gotten Daemon back, she has this big army.

If she wanted to,

she could probably win this war herself.

But at the cost of thousands and thousands of lives.

And then she's sort of given this backdoor by Alicent.

And so I think we leave season two

with Rhaenyra in this place of, "What am I going to do?"

It's such a beautiful scene,

and so wonderfully written by Sara,

wonderfully performed by Emma and Olivia,

and Geeta beautifully directed it.

And the way it launches us into the third season

and the unknown of what's to come,

it's a tour de force.

There's so much in play, there are armies,

there are dragons, there's castle strongholds

and political maneuvering, but at the end of the day,

it comes down to these two women trying to figure it out.

The Lannisters are arriving in the Riverlands.

The Hightowers are marching through the Reach.

The Winter Wolves are coming from the North.

The Triarchy's sailing.

We see the Seasnake going back out to sea.

Daemon has his army in the Riverlands.

Alicent's fourth son on his dragon.

The Blue Queen is now flying in support

of this massive Hightower army.

We find Otto in this cell somewhere,

and we don't know quite where he is

or what happened to him.

Rhaena discovers a dragon.

And we see a forest outside of King's Landing.

And there is Aegon.

Larys and Aegon basically escape King's Landing

as shit's about to hit the fan.

It's just a reminder of things have been put in motion

which they can't pull back.

And similar to Daemon's vision, where you're seeing the things

that are all going to come to play a part

in the whole story.

While this season was very much about the fits and starts

of an early medieval war,

season three is clearly going to be about total war.

I think Team Black are in ascendancy.

A desperate Aemond is a dangerous Aemond.

I will never, ever concede.

The whole thing is just so volatile.

Baela's gonna do whatever it takes,

whatever it comes down to, she's prepared to do.

She has the better hand

and an inevitably positive shot at the throne.

The pendulum could swing either way very quickly.

We shall see who the last man standing is.