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JACAERYS VELARYON: War is coming.

We cannot wage it without the support of the North.

SPEAKER: My Lord, a raven's arrived.

Urgent news from Dragonstone.

(SYRAX ROARS)

DAEMON TARGARYEN: The Queen remains absent.

She's been gone for days.

- RHAENYS TARGARYEN: She is grieving. - (SOBS)

OTTO HIGHTOWER: Errors were made in the hours

following King Viserys' death.

We mustn't compound them.

Otto Hightower was your father's Hand.

I would think you would wish to be viewed differently.

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

SOLDIER: Prepare to be boarded!

SPEAKER 2: Search the hull for stowaways.

When last we met, there were two of you.

Hail King Aegon!

Hugh, Your Grace.

Iron costs have grown.

To put it simply, we are struggling.

SPEAKER 3: Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen,

First of Her Name.

I want Aemond Targaryen.

DAEMON: Through the years, as a merchant of gossip,

you surely accumulated spies within the Red Keep.

You're to find and slay the Prince Aemond Targaryen.

What if we can't find him?

BLOOD: Who the fuck is she?

(LAUGHS) She's the Queen, she is.

A son for a son.

CHEESE: Which?

Helaena! What's happened?

They killed the boy.

(epic theme playing)

♪

♪

(theme concludes)

(muffled chaos)

(indistinct shouting, screaming)

(tense, somber music playing)

(dog barking)

♪

(screaming) I'll kill them!

I'll kill them all!

Traitors and villains!

- They dare strike at me! - Your Grace.

- I am the king! - Your Grace! Yes, yes.

- I am the king! - Yes, Your Grace. Uh, please, Your Grace.

(heavy breathing) Traitors and villains!

Fire from the sky.

This is war! I declare war!

I declare war!

♪

♪

♪

Otto Hightower: The gates have been shut.

The search progresses.

The villain will be found.

We mustn't be shaken by this.

This act.

- The child. - The child is dead.

His pain is ended.

But what they've done (sobbing) to-to-to my girl.

Yes.

(Alicent sniffles, cries)

And they will pay for this.

(sniffling, breathing heavily)

- Who will pay? - Whosever hand did this or caused it to be done.

And what if the hand that's done it

is not who must be blamed?

The gods punish us. They punish me. (cries)

For what sin?

Daughter, listen to me.

We will mourn as we must,

but... some good may yet come of this.

And where were the members of this council

while the murderer threatened their king?

Were you also threatened, Your Grace?

Aegon Targaryen (screams): I could have been!

My son is my legacy!

My son is heir to the Iron Throne!

And where were you,

the Lord Commander of my Kingsguard?

I was abed, Your Grace, having ordered the Night's Watch.

Abed.

Abed!

Instead of safeguarding the sanctity of my family!

Otto: This is not the time for blind accusations, Your Grace.

We'll know who did this soon enough.

Who did this? Who d... What?!

Is there any question who did this?!

Who would do this save the bitch queen of bastards,

the smug cunt of Dragonstone?

There she sits across the bay,

on her rock, laughing at me.

- She's fucking laughing at me! - (shatters)

You wished her life to be spared.

If I may, Your Grace.

My Lords.

The guard has detained someone.

The man we apprehended is known to us.

He's a gold cloak.

Noted for his brutal nature.

We caught him, fleeing the Gate of the Gods

with the child's head in a sack.

- I'll kill him myself. - We'd do well to get what information we can

from the blackguard.

I trust in the mastery of your trade, Lord Larys.

Oh, always studying, always protocol.

- We know our enemy! - Ironrod: A king may have

more than one enemy, Your Grace.

We would do well to ascertain if this is your sister's hand...

or if there is a serpent nestled closer to our bosoms.

I suppose you're right, Ironrod.

Could be anyone.

It could be any one of you in this room.

Lord Jasper is correct.

In one sense, we must determine what happened

and... if we in the Keep are still in peril.

In another sense, of course...

it doesn't matter.

You mean to blame Rhaenyra.

Tell the realm she has done this.

Aegon: I'll have the realm told nothing.

We were assaulted within our own walls.

Within our own beds.

I will not be seen as weak.

You're already seen as weak, Aegon.

(muttering) You fucking...

- (shatters) - (yells)

A hasty coronation, a dragon escaping the pit.

The people see an omen.

They whisper in the streets.

They say, perhaps Rhaenyra should be queen.

And so, you would name her: monster.

Slayer of infants.

Otto: I would do more than that.

A funeral progress. Let them see the child.

Let them look upon the works

of this pretender to the throne.

Father.

- My king... - No.

I will not have my little son's body

dragged through the street like a dead dog.

Otto: Not dragged! Honored!

Escorted to the dragon pit

to be burned as a Targaryen prince.

Your Grace.

No. (crying)

Let no one say I do not grieve.

Jaehaerys was my grandson.

I loved him.

I will not have him die in vain.

Those who declared for Rhaenyra,

will they still support her

when they hear of her depravity?

Or will they rather not renounce her?

Jaehaerys will do more for us now

than a thousand knights in battle.

You will have your war, Your Grace.

But if you wait a short time,

you may yet double your strength.

Mother.

The Hand sets on a difficult path, my darling,

but it, it might be the right one.

Let the Silent Sisters ready the prince for his final journey.

And riding behind him, his mother the Queen,

and with her, the Queen Dowager.

No, I do not wish to be a spectacle.

The realm must see the sorrow of the crown,

a sorrow best expressed

through its most gentle souls.

I think you'll all agree the king himself must be spared.

- (waves lapping) - (birds cawing)

(footsteps approach)

Alicent Hightower: There's to be a funeral for Jaehaerys.

(sighs)

We've been asked to ride on a wagon behind his body.

I don't want to.

Neither do I.

But when a thing like this happens...

a blow to the king is a blow to the realm.

When the people share our grief, they draw closer to us.

I don't want them closer.

I don't know them.

Sometimes, we have to pretend.

Why?

We are representatives of the throne. We have a duty.

Helaena, what you saw last night when you came to my room...

This is for my boy.

(solemn music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

(drumming)

(tense, somber music playing)

♪

(bell tolling)

♪

(panicked breathing)

(torture devices clink)

I was, I was hired by Daemon Targaryen.

He paid us. Half now, half when the job is done.

- Who is "us"? - Blood: A-A ratcatcher.

Employed by the household.

I don't know his right name.

♪

(shouting) Behold the works of Rhaenyra Targaryen!

Pretender to the throne!

Kinslayer!

Deepest sympathies, my Queen.

Gods be with you, my Queen.

We support you, Queen Helaena.

Herald: Defiler of the innocent!

♪

Behold the works of Rhaenyra, the cruel!

Blood: Are you gonna hurt me?

No.

(panicked breathing)

But I cannot vouch for His Grace.

(tense music playing)

(Blood breathing quickly)

♪

Herald (shouting): Behold the works of Rhaenyra Targaryen!

Townsperson: Our Queen!

Herald: Pretender to the throne!

- (crowd murmuring in sympathy) - Kinslayer!

♪

- Townsperson: Queen Helaena! - (heavy breathing)

- (horse neighs) - Kingsguard: What's happening there?

(crowd murmuring)

Kingsguard: What's going on? Move it, then!

(indistinct chatter, shouting)

- crowd (shouting): Queen Helaena! - Helaena.

♪

- (Helaena whimpers) - Queen Helaena!

(crowd clamoring)

- (Helaena panicking) - Helaena.

- Heave! Heave! - (crowd shouting)

♪

A curse, a curse on Rhaenyra, the monstrous!

(music swells)

Maester Gerardys: It is yet unclear how the Keep itself was breached.

The boy's head was severed from his body.

Thousands witnessed the procession.

And they are accusing me of having a hand in this.

Gerardys: It appears so.

There have been messages sent to that effect

throughout the realm.

We must send our own messages,

denying this vile allegation.

Gerardys: I will do so at once,

but I'm not sure they will be received in good faith.

And we must double our guard, here and in Driftmark.

There will be swift retribution in one form or another...

I have seen to it, Your Grace.

Jacaerys Velaryon: Let me fly out on Vermax.

Rhaenys is needed in the Gullet and I can watch for movements

- from King's Landing. - No.

It must be said that the damage

to our position is immeasurable,

at a time when we most need loyalty to our cause.

B-But it's a lie.

Having lost my own son,

that I would inflict such a thing on Helaena,

of all people...

an innocent.

Alfred Broome: The death of Prince Lucerys

was a shock and an insult.

A mother so aggrieved might, naturally,

- seek relief in retribution. - Are you suggesting, Ser Alfred,

that my grief drove me to order the decapitation of a child?

I merely thought, perhaps, an action taken in haste.

Mind yourself.

(sighs)

Did you send assassins to murder children in their beds?

I sent the queen's vengeance for her son.

What did you tell this "vengeance"?

What did you say to him, Daemon,

that a boy lies dead and I am accused

- of killing it? - Mysaria provided me with names

and a subterfuge.

I was clear in my instructions:

Aemond, the brother of Aegon the Usurper.

- I cannot be responsible for a mistake. - Cannot be responsible?

If Aemond was not to be found,

what were your instructions then?

(sighs) They did not concern, in any way,

- that of a little child. - You said that it was your aim

to spill Hightower blood,

and if not Aemond, then anyone would do.

- No. - You have wounded me.

Weakened my claim to the throne,

my ability to raise an army,

my standing among my own council.

I said no.

I don't believe you.

(sighs)

And so we come to it, at long last.

(Rhaenyra sighs)

Cannot trust you, Daemon.

I've never trusted you, wholly...

much though I wished to, willed myself to.

But now I have seen that your heart belongs only to you.

And when I was a child, I took this as a challenge.

But I am older now. I have challenges enough.

- I have served you faithfully. - Have you?

Or have you used me as a tool

with which to grasp at your stolen inheritance?

(clatters)

(Rhaenyra breathing heavily)

When Ser Erryk brought you the crown...

did I myself not place it upon your brow?

Yes, but before that,

you sought to lead a council of war

while I labored alone in my bedchamber.

And afterward, when I thought it meet to consider

- the terms our foes put before us... - A folly! A folly!

To give up my brother's throne to the traitorous lies

- of Otto Hightower! - My throne, Daemon,

mine!

I think you used my words as an excuse

to take your own revenge...

to indulge the darkness you keep sheathed within you like a blade.

You think me some kind of monster...

Oh, I don't know what to think of you.

I don't know what you are, or who it is you serve.

(stammers) Am I not on my way, even now,

to Harrenhal to raise an army in your name, Rhaenyra?! Yours!

Do you accept me as your queen and ruler?

Or do you cling, even now, to what you think you lost?

- What I think I lost? - You did not lose it.

You gave it away...

because you thought ever and only of your own glory,

and not of my father in his grief

- who needed you. - Your father was a coward

who knew I was the stronger son,

that I was the leader of men

and he was afraid to be seen in my shadow.

Is that what you understand of your own brother?

Oh, you know him better than I do,

who was raised at his side?

Do you believe he made you heir

because of your great wisdom?

Because of your virtue?

- How dare you... - Or did he merely use you as a tool

to put me in my place

because he was afraid of me?

Because he knew your legacy, unlike mine,

would never outshine his own.

He was not afraid of you, Daemon!

He could not trust you...

any more than I can trust you.

He was a fool... who sought greatness

but shrank from spilling blood to achieve it.

And I see you will suffer the same fate.

You struck down a child.

It was a mistake.

(sighs) You're pathetic.

(heavy breathing)

(intense music playing)

Father?

♪

You wish to see me, Your Grace?

When morning comes, take Moondancer

and keep a watch on King's Landing.

I must know which course they take next.

I will be vigilant.

I depend on you, Baela.

Stay high and keep your distance.

We can afford no further mistakes.

♪

My father?

He must follow his own path.

♪

(Caraxes screeching)

(grumbling)

♪

(screeching)

(music fades out)

(birds chirping)

(solemn music playing)

♪

If you please, m'lord.

♪

(softly chattering)

♪

(music fades out)

Have you told anyone?

(softly) What do you take me for?

One who seeks absolution.

There is none for what I've done.

(tense music playing)

♪

(music fades out)

(indistinct chatter)

(bell tolling)

What is this?

It's a reminder of yesterday, I think.

The procession was muddy.

- I'll replace it hence. - Do it now.

The night was long, Ser Criston,

- and I had not eaten... - You defy my authority, Ser Arryk.

- I do not. - The white cloak is a symbol of our purity...

our fidelity.

Kingsguard are a sacred trust.

Will you so easily sully our ancient honor?

(indistinct chatter)

I have erred, my lord.

I'll remedy the error.

Where were you when Jaehaerys was murdered?

With King Aegon.

And you were not in the private quarters

where you might have prevented the crime.

His Grace wished to entertain his companions in the throne room.

But if you had thought to go upstairs...

Where were you, Lord Commander?

And why has Helaena the queen been granted no sworn protector?

Surely once she ascended, she...

Your brother is a thief and a traitor

to the crown!

You well know how it pains me.

How are we to know that you do not secretly share

- his sentiments? - I denounced him before the king.

We were one soul in two bodies, yes.

If I'd shared his sentiments, I would've fled with him.

First, your brother betrays us.

(laughs) And then the young prince...

is murdered... on your watch.

You are mad, Ser.

- Mad! You cannot think that I did this! - What I think has no relevance!

You have brought disgrace upon our ranks...

and now you must restore it.

- How am I to do that? - (metal clatters)

You will go to Dragonstone

and strike down Rhaenyra in her own halls.

The way she sought to do with Aemond.

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

- Alone? - Does your courage fail you, Ser Arryk?

It's not a matter of courage.

The castle is defended against all enemies, now especially.

- How would I enter? - Your twin serves there

at the pleasure of the so-called queen.

They will mistake you for him if you play the part.

We are sworn to serve forthrightly,

not to traffic in deception.

Put down the pretender

and you will end a war before it begins.

- If they see the two of us... - You must not let that happen.

- You would send me to my death. - Or to triumph.

(softly) And glory.

Now, will you go?

Or must I question your loyalty to the king?

As you command... my lord.

(Baela shoots arrow)

You missed supper.

I wasn't hungry.

I don't think anyone was, really.

Too many empty seats.

Do you know where he went?

- (shoots arrow) - Harrenhal, I would think.

Sometimes I think I hate him.

It's hard... with fathers.

Baela Targaryen: What do you remember of my uncle?

Jacaerys: He taught us to catch fish...

and sing sailors' shanties.

He had a weakness for cake.

And... Ser Harwin Strong?

He was gentle, and fierce.

- They called him "Breakbones." - (Baela chuckles)

He loved us... I think.

Of course, he did.

(deep breath)

I miss Luke.

(drum and harp music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

(laughter)

Daemon sent them to kill me.

I was out.

You were with me.

In truth, I am proud...

that he considers me such a foe.

And that he seeks to murder me in my bed.

He's afraid of me.

As well he should be.

The boy is grown into a man.

Mm. No. Not here.

Hm.

I do regret that business with Luke.

I lost my temper that day.

I am sorry for it.

Madam Sylvi: I am glad to hear it.

They used to tease me, you know?

Because I was different.

I would remind you only that when princes lose their temper,

it is often others who suffer.

The smallfolk... Like me.

Hugh: How is she?

- (child coughing) - Kat: Much the same.

- (street chatter) - (metal clanking)

(coughs)

The markets have been running low since the blockade.

Surely the city cannot yet be short of food.

I think not, but people are afraid.

Those with means are hoarding everything they can.

I walked two hours today to find a chicken for the pot

and paid three times as much as I should have.

(child coughing)

The selfishness of people.

I cannot blame anyone for doing

what I myself would do if I could.

I don't think you'd let children go hungry

while you filled your own cellars.

Lucky we don't have enough coin to find out.

The king has promised us some relief.

Did he say when?

I'm afraid, Hugh.

(indistinct chatter, shouting)

I see all your great adventures

have done nothing for your looks.

(chuckles)

Well met, brother, after many months away.

(sighs)

I missed you.

(chuckles) Did you slay many pirates?

Alyn of Hull: Oh, more than you, to be sure.

Addam of Hull: Ha, a jest.

One you may regret as you're supping alone tonight.

I regret it already.

I've broken my teeth on hard tack, Addam.

Say you have a pot of your goat stew simmering at home.

You're in luck.

In more ways than one.

I hear Lord Corlys himself commended you for your service to him.

- He did. - Will you sail with him

when his ship has been repaired?

I am one of a dozen shipwrights now called from Hull

to attend with all speed to your fleet.

He made no offer.

And I would rather he didn't, truth be told.

Addam: Do not be foolish, Alyn.

To serve with the Sea Snake is to make your fortune.

Had I such a chance, I would leap at it.

That's because you haven't seen what I've seen.

There is a war brewing, Addam.

- A real one. - Another opportunity to distinguish yourself.

- Remind him of your worth. - Oh, I need no favors.

But, brother, he owes you, he owes us.

Does the stew have carrots in it?

(chuckling)

(birds cawing)

I mistrust this silence.

Daemon flies when we most need his hand at the oar.

Devotion has never sat well with him.

Where he goes, he wishes to be his own master.

Well, he is the king consort.

But he is not the king.

Neither am I, but I manage.

I too have felt the crown pass over me.

It is a hard thing to accept.

And now Viserys is dead and all claims are in doubt.

You do not think... Daemon will challenge her?

Not as such.

But neither can he allow her to command him.

Pity.

I have, on occasion, found that to be... quite enjoyable.

(chuckles)

Let us take him at his word.

If he can take Harrenhal, all may well be forgiven.

In the meantime, I am here.

And Meleys.

(deep breath)

We will not let the queen falter.

(light, tense music playing)

(footsteps approach)

The lady Mysaria, Your Grace.

You're aware of yesterday's events in King's Landing?

I am.

Tell me what part you played in their unfolding.

I had nothing to do with it.

I know you are entwined with the usurpers,

that you aided them in denying me my birthright.

I took profits from an inevitability.

I regret it now.

I'm sure you do.

Who are you?

A prisoner.

I gave Daemon two names. That is the extent of it.

And I did not wish to do that much.

He said it was the price of my freedom.

Does he say otherwise?

Rhaenyra Targaryen: He is gone.

For how long?

A week, or forever. I do not know.

He does do that... doesn't he?

You remember me now.

He said he would marry you.

- He said you carried his child. - Not everyone found the jest funny.

And now it seems he's done it again,

made a promise and then slipped away.

You trade in the secrets of the Red Keep.

Your web runs unseen through King's Landing.

And now... when my enemy coils himself to strike at me...

I can do nothing now

but ask you to honor your husband's words.

It would not serve me to set you free.

At best, I lose an asset to my cause.

At worst, you betray me in some foul way.

I have no interest in betraying you, Your Grace.

So you say.

I was brought to Westeros with nothing.

I toiled in service, I stole.

I sold my own body for coin or bread.

And I listened.

I collected confidences. I made myself valuable to powerful men.

Bit by bit, I earned my living.

A house, a household, a home.

Then they set it all aflame.

- Who did? - The Hightowers, I can only assume.

The Hand... did not like it when I showed my teeth.

But I thank him for it.

For too long, I made it my aim to be of consequence.

But now, I see that was the wish of a child.

Daemon. Otto Hightower.

Makes no difference.

They will never accept me.

(chuckling) I might as well have remained a whore.

How did you get that scar?

(birds cawing)

(dragon screeches)

♪

(screeches)

(grumbles)

♪

(indistinct street chatter)

(smallfolk chattering)

(smallfolk weeping)

(tense music playing)

Oh no.

My son.

(woman weeping)

(wailing)

♪

- Who are they? - Ratcatchers.

In the king's employ.

What'd they do?

(weeping continues)

♪

(whimpering)

(music fades out)

What have you done?

The ratcatchers!

Oh... I had them hanged.

The maggot who took my son confessed to an accomplice.

He could not say for certain which man it was, so...

- Idiot! - Beware how you speak to your king, my lord.

The king is my grandson and my grandson is a fool!

He's worse than a fool! He's murdered innocent men!

- And one guilty one. - And hanged them from the walls of the city for all to see!

Plot against the king, and I will pay it back a hun...

They are fathers and brothers and sons!

And their wives and children gather now at our gates to weep

and curse your name!

With your child's blood,

we bought their approval.

With your mother's tears,

we made a bitter sacrifice

against the deprivations to come.

And you've thrown it away.

After all I've done for you.

Thoughtless, feckless...

self-indulgent.

At least I did something.

I have not answered injury to the crown with, what?

Wailing and currying favor with the fishwives?

I will not be thought weak.

Even now, news of Rhaenyra's monstrous crime

spreads through the realm.

The great houses falter.

They cannot but come to our side.

I wish to spill blood, not ink!

We must act.

Ser Criston Cole has acted.

And what... has Ser Criston Cole done?

He has sent Ser Arryk to slay Rhaenyra.

Alone?

He's pretending to be his own twin. Brilliant.

Gods help us all.

It's time the bitch queen paid a price.

And you acceded to this, this prank

without consulting me or the council?

Instead of judgment, you display impetuousness,

and diminish us in the eyes of our enemy!

Ill-considered, trifling!

Do you never think of your father?

His...

forbearance, his...

judiciousness, his...

his... dignity.

Fuck dignity! I want revenge.

My father is dead.

He is.

And we are the poorer for it.

He was right about you.

He made me king.

(Otto laughs)

Is that what you think?

Aegon: Remove your badge, Ser Otto.

You were my father's Hand.

Not mine.

Take it off.

You wouldn't dare.

(low chuckle)

I have dared...

and I find it stimulating.

Insolent pup.

You think yourself clever,

but without a strong Hand at your side...

to guide?

Give it to Cole.

Your Grace?

In this hour, you have proven yourself of more worth

than a hundred old men.

My new Hand will be a steel fist.

You will regret this.

Give it to him.

You are dismissed.

(footsteps passing)

(birds chirping)

(door closes)

Rhaenyra: I do not know if I trust you.

And I sense that there is danger in you yet.

But I will keep the word of my house

if you say that it was given.

You may go.

(deep breath) Your Grace.

Rhaenyra: There's a Velaryon ship in the harbor

bound for Myr by way of Pentos.

I will see that you are given passage.

I'm not so unworldly as to let you fly free.

I am... Thank you.

Ser Erryk, Mysaria will be leaving us.

Let her collect her things.

Then have someone take her down

and secure her berth on the "Corwyn."

Your Grace.

(light music playing)

(birds cawing)

(exhales)

(tense, suspicious music playing)

A moment.

♪

Guard: Ser Erryk...

- I thought you were within. - A sorry lack of vigilance.

The enemy is about, good ser.

(door closes)

♪

(exhales, sniffs)

♪

♪

♪

Elinda: Please try and lay down, Your Grace.

Rhaenyra: Thank you, Elinda.

♪

Ser Erryk.

It's been a strange day.

I'm restless. I will stand this evening's duty.

(music intensifies)

Elinda: You must sleep tonight, Your Grace.

Let me ask the maester for a draught.

Perhaps that would be best.

Thank you, Elinda.

♪

(door opening)

Ser Erryk?

Believe me... I had no choice.

- I don't understand. - (door opens)

(shouts) Brother!

(tense music playing)

Do not do this.

I beg you.

You were the one who betrayed us, Erryk.

♪

- (grunting) - (Elinda screams)

(Elinda whimpers)

(Rhaenyra gasping)

(grunting)

Run, Elinda! Run and find Ser Lorent!

(heavy breathing)

(grunting)

- (slices) - (yells)

(Rhaenyra panting)

(grunting)

(panting)

- Your Grace! - Ser Lorent!

(grunting)

Lorent Marbrand: With me, Your Grace!

(jiggling doorknob)

Which?! Which is Erryk?!

(yelling, grunting)

(yells)

- We were born together. - You parted us!

But I still love you, brother.

(yells)

(labored breathing)

(yells)

(yells)

(quiet gasp)

(crying)

(body thuds)

(labored breathing)

(footsteps approach)

Your Grace.

Erryk.

Forgive me.

- No! - (grunts)

No!

(whimpering)

Otto: It is ignorance and vanity.

You know as well as I do that Aegon must be kept in check.

As does Ser Criston. The two of them together...

Ser Criston is not temperate...

but his devotion cannot be questioned.

- If it does come to war... - He's ensured it.

He's young and unschooled.

His faith is in steel and bone.

He has not the long view.

None of them do.

They wish now not for the good of the realm,

but for the petty satisfaction of vengeance.

(Alicent exhales)

Aegon is still malleable.

It is the death of the child that has unstrung him.

I can't stay here.

Exiled from the council.

Witness to the blundering of our plans.

I'll return to Oldtown.

The Hightowers still have strength,

and you have a son there

who will take more kindly to instruction.

Daeron may yet help us in weeks to come.

Go rather to Highgarden.

The Tyrells must be taken in hand.

Their bannermen are wavering.

While you're gone, I'll speak sense to him.

His blood will cool.

In time, you may yet return.

The young are peacocks...

all shrieking and feathers.

But we will yet prevail and bring forth peace, I still believe it.

As long as you and I hold fast.

(choking breaths)

I have sinned.

I do not wish to hear of it.

(Aegon crying)

(melancholy music playing)

(crying)

(crickets chirping)

(music fades out)

(Alicent breathing heavily)

(grunting)

(tense music playing)

(quiet moaning)

(music fades out)

(intense music playing)

♪

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYS)

RHAENYS TARGARYEN: Soon, they will not even remember

what it was that began the war in the first place.

When the desire to kill and burn takes hold...

reason is forgotten.

CRISTON COLE: We cannot hide in our castle,

waiting for war to come to us.

Good. To war, then.

RHAENYRA TARGARYEN: Alicent is in King's Landing.

Her son sits my throne.

SPEAKER: There has been no word from Prince Daemon.

COUNCIL MEMBER: We must press what advantage we do have.

- COUNCIL MEMBER 2: And what is that? - Dragons.

SPEAKER 2: If dragons begin fighting dragons,

we invite our own destruction.

It'll be savage beyond all compare.

(DRAGONS SCREECHING)

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES)

♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYS)

RYAN CONDAL: I really love this episode.

We were already in a very tenuous place,

but there's now been the murder of a child,

and it's meant to be a harbinger for things to come.

This is starting to become

a pure Game of Thrones story now,

where everyone's struggling with the legacy

that they've been left by their parents.

In episode two, any kind of stability for Aegon

has now been ripped out from beneath his feet.

I am the king!

RYAN: We always knew that Aegon was gonna get rid

of that Valyrian model,

and it's a really powerful dramatization

of how there is a new sheriff in town,

and Aegon's reign as king is very different than Viserys.

I declare war!

TOM GLYNN-CARNEY: The aftermath is grief like you just never,

ever want to experience.

Aegon feels completely alone,

like no one really understands or appreciates the pain he's in.

And I think we see why Aegon's respect for Helaena grows,

because she's the only other person in this environment

that really knows what this pain is.

And seeing that look in Helaena's eyes

when they cross on the stairs,

they don't say much to each other,

but they communicate through pain.

PHIA SABAN: I think everything's just so traumatic at that moment

that for Helaena, time stands still.

I think the noise and everything

goes under the radar for her.

I think she's feeling it in the most raw and visceral way

because she's not angry over the loss of an heir,

she's bereft over the loss of a child.

After Blood and Cheese, Alicent is just

completely devastated, and all she can think about

is if she wasn't in bed with Cole,

then maybe he would have been able to stop

that horrendous murder.

OTTO HIGHTOWER: We'll know who did this soon enough.

Who would do this save the bitch queen of bastards?

There she sits across the bay on her rock, laughing at me.

She's fucking laughing at me!

RHYS IFANS: Otto doesn't think Rhaenyra is capable of it.

He knows she's good, and he knows that's a weakness,

and hopes to use that to his advantage.

(FUNERAL BELL TOLLS)

We were very interested in the propaganda of it.

Not only the horror of what's happened,

but also the way that it's spun

and how it can be used to a political advantage.

It's a way of manipulating the population with fake news.

And as cruel as this society is, no one likes a dead baby.

So in Otto's job, it's a weapon to employ

in terms of public opinion.

Otto is forever the pragmatist thinking about how to make

the best of every possible situation,

and it seems to me he's a character

who's completely able to compartmentalize

his emotions, and that makes him seem cold

and calculating. But the child is dead.

How can we use this to our advantage?

Somebody once wisely said,

"Never let a crisis go to waste."

Otto is exploiting the moment to extract maximum

political value, but it's a very effective

political tool because these people

that are seen by some of King's Landing

as the usurper are now suddenly embraced,

and that's why it's diminished Rhaenyra's position so badly.

And they are accusing me of having a hand in this.

EMMA D'ARCY: I think the death of the prince is a paralyzing event

in the story for Rhaenyra.

It marks a reckoning with what her desire can do.

Her vengeful feeling caused the death of another child.

And causality suddenly starts to feel threatening,

like one can set things in motion

that one would never anticipate.

As for Daemon, I think she has never really

trusted him wholly.

I think the question will become how important that actually is.

Like with anything between them, it's utterly complex.

And the thing with Daemon is his sense of morality.

Although it's perverted and mad,

he thinks he's doing the right thing.

Do you accept me as your queen and ruler?

CLARE KILNER: Emma and Matt are incredible actors.

They really search for the feeling of a scene,

and they find ways to really pace themselves

through the scene, so they're not coming in raging,

as might be their first instinct.

EMMA: Claire gave us such freedom, and something I spoke to Claire

about was women's rage.

And I think we saw Rhaenyra in season one

keep a lid on intense feeling, and I was really excited

to find out what happens when you take the lid off that.

He was not afraid of you, Daemon.

He could not trust you any more than I can trust you.

They have a really interesting relationship,

and we love writing for them.

They have a connection that nobody else on the show shares.

They are the same person, almost, in different bodies.

The difference that Daemon was a man

and gets to do whatever he wants...

Father?

And Rhaenyra has to wear a dress

and stay cooped up in a castle, and so feels that frustration.

At the same time,

Daemon was the heir to the throne,

and it was taken away and given to Rhaenyra.

And there's just no way that you're not angry

and resentful about that.

And so we wanted to delve into the fact

that they have a deep connection.

They have each other's back, but we're not sure

where they're standing and how everything's gonna play out

in the end.

I don't think she realizes how bad this is for her

at the moment, because so much of her claim

is wrapped up in the realm's assurance that,

yes, Rhaenyra will be queen,

but at least she has Daemon Targaryen at her side.

And now she doesn't, and she will have to reap

those consequences in the episodes to come.

SARA HESS: Cole is wrapped up in his own guilt and shame,

because he was in the queen's chamber

when all this was going down.

If you please, my lord.

He's been commander for five days,

and there's been the most

catastrophic thing that's happened.

So I think he loses it a little bit,

and he feels so guilty,

but he can't admit the guilt to anyone.

And so he needs to externalize it,

it sets him on this mission that he deep down knows

is a fool's errand.

LUKE TITTENSOR: From the perspective of Arryk and Erryk,

they're very honorable, very diligent.

And Arryk respects the fact that Criston

probably comes from a similar background,

but he's not very honorable with his oath.

So there's a little bit of an underlying tension there.

You will go to Dragonstone and strike down Rhaenyra

in her own halls.

Arryk thinks it's a terrible idea.

The only things Arryk and Erryk had was duty

and their love for each other.

So it's putting those things together and making him choose.

As you command.

RYAN: The Erryk and Arryk duel is a giant moment

in Westerosi history.

And of course, Arryk infiltrates

the castle successfully, uses the uniform and the helmet

that makes them all look alike to his advantage.

We always love that moment of these two brothers

who love each other more than anything

also being set to kill each other,

and there's a very American Civil War

brother-on-brother aspect to it.

Why are they doing this?

It's because these nobles have decided

that they're mad at each other, and now these guys

have to battle it to the death.

But Elliott and Luke are phenomenal in that scene.

It was a really incredible moment on set.

Ser Arryk.

Believe me, I had no choice.

Brother!

ELLIOTT TITTENSOR: We must have done over 30 hours of rehearsals

on the fight scene.

We wanted to put all our energy into it,

and I feel like in the midst of the aggression of it,

I think it should be quite a beautiful scene.

And it was super emotional as well,

and hopefully we can capture that

for the audience anyway,

because it'd be wicked if they could get a sense

of how we felt on the day.

I can hardly talk about the fight

between Arryk and Erryk, because it's heartbreaking.

But it's an incredible scene.

And I know it sounds completely opposite to it,

but this is a love story.

This is a story about how much these brothers love each other.

So, what are the questions?

What are they saying to each other?

Why is it so hard?

It's because they love each other so deeply.

So for me, this was a story

about brotherly love like no other.

(GRUNTING)

(CRIES SOFTLY)