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loved them enough.

(indistinct chatter)

-I do love them. -I know.

Maester Kelvyn: A broken nose is the worst.

Viserys: Aemond...

I lost composure...

(claps hands) Wench!

I'm no longer a child.

You forget yourself.

You flatter me, m'lord.

I don't want it.

We were happy enough.

I even doubted its existence.

-I am sorry. -Don't be.

but I could not defend my dear sister

You're a landless knight with a lord's taste.

The surgeons in Pentos are as well-trained

We will speak no more of it.

This proceeding is at an end.

I am at least allowed to mourn my losses.

Rhaenyra: My sons are in line to inherit the Iron Throne, Your Grace.

as our maesters.

-(grunting) -Shh.

(whispers) He called us bastards.

Your king demands it

Our marriage...

Laena needed our maesters.

but now, he will be useless.

Alicent: The insult was training yard bluster.

Perhaps he might have something to say in the matter.

Already the word is spreading, the gossip speculating that I've gone mad.

And ensured my husband's favor will forever rest on her.

-Enough. -Lucerys: He was gonna kill Jace!

there are places across the Narrow Sea...

(children shouting)

Viserys: Who had the watch?