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Fat, old Lord Tully will either raise my banner or see his burn.

We would bring the whole of the Crownlands to heel in weeks.

- We must now favor patience and restraint. - (Aegon sighs)

Regrettably, the opportunity for surprise has been lost,

My mother and grandsire

Attending his lessons.

When last we met, there were two of you.

- She was no agent of the Hightowers. - What is it to you?

are out of reach.

(street chatter)

intoxicated her.

Aegon Targaryen: Hello! Jaehaerys must learn the ways of the court

would've sooner died than bent the knee.

Good morrow, my lords.

Then I would pity Aemond.

privately, to send us out.

No. No, no, not, not in the least, Your Grace.

I must have a word with the prince.

Not just to me, but to all the smiths serving your cause.

Keep your focus, men!

"A son for a son," he said.

- Leon: "Aegon the Dragonheart." - Aegon: Better.

Alicent: I find myself wondering...

at the onset of winter:

(Cheese panting)

as the queen shirks her duties.

(Daemon whistles)

that dragged my body out of the sea.

She has a gentle heart.

Otto Hightower...

There's no reason to be nervous.

Otto fears to upset the order of things.

- Was this the queen's command? - The queen remains absent.

You have a zeal to act. I understand.

I've told ya, I'm not supposed to be up here.

I heard the White Worm were dead.

I shall tell you mine.

Alicent: Helaena!

Is the heir to the throne bothering you, Tyland?