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She has not acted on the vengeful impulse that others might have.
(Criston, Alicent panting)
- Sheep, Your-Your Grace. - Aegon: Sheep, even better.
Urgent news from Dragonstone.
maidservant: Your Grace?
You must not interrupt his custom.
(thunder rumbling)
If we're to kill a royal fucking prince,
- (grunting) - Shh.
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where do you think we're gonna find him?
M'lord?
Oh, well, you're the king.
They will fight hard.
Thank you, my lord.
(sighs)
or they will meet Vhagar and Sunfyre together.
Your council stands at the ready, Your Grace.
That makes her a fool.
I plan to send Vhagar to burn it to ash.
but the lady speaks the truth.
But he is fiercely loyal. He wishes to please.
We are expected at the small council, Your Grace.
(music fades out)
'Twas the blackest of treacheries.
Aemond is my closest blood and our best sword.
We must establish a toehold there, at Harrenhal.
mind me like some helpless duckling.
Have her moved to the cells.
Not the dragons.
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No one's here.
I had this commissioned for Prince Lucerys.
and you have such a deft touch with the smallfolk,
Winter is coming.
(birds chirping)
She was a fool to go alone.
My letters to Rhaenyra. Has there been any answer?
(workers chattering, shouting)
guard 1: Standing down!
(dog barking)
one in 10 men from our household
The king summoned me.
They are... well-honed.
(dragons calling)
Show me.
I would think, as we find ourselves
(gasps)
It is the Hand's wont to keep a firm grip on things.
Whilst your men guard against
Aegon is ever-eager to prove himself
In winter, it will cover all you see,