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I must join Ser Criston.
I assure you...
Viserys Targaryen (echoing): Did you say it?
You have no allies at court but me.
You needed me.
-and set out in good time. -Aemond: There is no time.
(person crying)
He's always had these suspicions of Aemond,
constantly trying to puppeteer him.
Your Grace.
(groaning)
And I see now, that to do that,
(dramatic music playing)
The blockade is sure to be challenged,
And he wants to show Aemond that he has an understanding
but you will never run again.
-but-- -We will set course for Sharp Point.
We lost much at Rook's Rest,
Lorent Marbrand: Your Grace.
(smallfolk shouting)
or their daughters.
(shudders)
Aemond will not wait long to press his advantage.
RHAENYRA TARGARYEN: I need more dragonriders.
-That's my fault. -Ser Steffon went willingly.
What do you remember?
and really taking each other at face value.
TOM GLYNN-CARNEY: Aegon is in grave danger,
Begging your pardon, Your Grace.
♪♪
That's good.
Gwayne.
You have seen me as worthy, as an equal, even.
(echoes) No!
-(Caraxes screeches) -In some ways, no.
(Daemon panting)
I'm grateful for the offer, m'lord...
(both panting)
It's time you set out for Harrenhal, I think.
And now, to all the great houses in the Reach.
There's the Queen of Fishes!
Have the indignities of your childhood
speaking about their bounty, even if it's true.
and their anger is rising.
any time soon either.
(Aegon coughs)
Whereas now, we've got Aemond.
(solemn music playing)
(tense music resumes)
guard: Ser Steffon Darklyn, Your Grace.
-Mysaria: Who? -Impossible to tell from the ground.
Open the door!
I do not compel you to do this.
And who will be so foolish as to try,
(muffled speaking)
(breathing heavily)
Aemond: I'll see my brother.
Long live Queen Rhaenyra!
My lords.
out of cruelty.
A man.
And to what extent is there a degree of threat
(eerie sounds)
♪♪
(smallfolk shouting in streets)
Your men will be glad to have you among 'em.
RHAENYRA: Thousands will die.
It's not a prize to be won, but a burden to bear.
CRISTON: Aemond is the next in line.
Addam of Hull: You saved his life, brother.
You have the gratitude of the crown.
(lion roars)
And what did he say that was so
(dramatic music playing)
Your Grace.
Perhaps...
Aemond: So?