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FABIEN FRANKEL: Aegon has so many people
(Caraxes grumbling)
As adept with his lute as he is with his sword.
And their half-sister.
seeking his best advantage.
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(heavy footsteps)
(distant chatter)
Ha. Or are you still in league
She thinks of us, even now!
My ruler is my mother.
(Daemon panting)
I well understand the risk and I accept it with gladness.
and also somebody that he wants to emulate,
(pensive music playing)
I have tired of being protected...
I have sent ravens, again, to Highgarden and to Oldtown.
And in this war,
Then I can do nothing.
Without him, they will never raise their banners as one.
The ghost of Harren the Black
and he now has to deal with that,
It was a reckless thought.
if only for a few moments.
has regained consciousness this morning,
You should've been at my side.
(both breathing heavily)
They have been to no avail.
Rivermen are made of mud.
if, perhaps, foreseeable.
(PAINED GROAN)
Ranging more broadly for food...
That need has ended.
(roars)
Well, for a certainty I cannot remain here,
KAT: There is no food.
This world is cold and cruel,
(heavy breathing)
-(sighs) -(birds cawing)
It's getting pretty restless
(nearby dragon grumbles)
When people become desperate, things happen.
(Caraxes screeching)
I do not say that gladly.
But you should not go it alone.
-(ominous sounds) -(door closes)
Alicent goes through this whole experience in this episode
the Red Fork will have earned its name.
She takes another one of these pretty outlandish,
-but it does seem-- -Aemond Targaryen: I have a task for you
(birds cawing)
The camera is constantly circling characters
I was younger than you
to Harrenhal, "with haste,"
and even less for flatterers and lickspittles.
-(Helaena gasps) -Long live Queen Rhaenyra!
(indistinct chatter)
The small folk are starving,
My queen, our gift is sent.
moaning his curses from Kingspyre Tower.
You are a fine choice for this post.
(grunting)
See that he is made to rest comfortably.
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That is the burden of authority.
or in your presence.
But you were eight years of age and motherless.
(music fades out)
(Aegon groaning)
There are more experienced men at your service.
There is still Daemon and Caraxes... and the Rivermen.
(dramatic music playing)
They would kill each other to the last man
I thought you'd be pleased.
(light, tense music playing)
Some of us must serve in smaller ways...
Stop wasting your life waiting for something that'll never come.
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Sheathe those swords!