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I depend on you, Baela.

We must send our own messages,

He must follow his own path.

Even now, news of Rhaenyra's monstrous crime

(light, tense music playing)

but his devotion cannot be questioned.

He made me king.

(music fades out)

You have brought disgrace upon our ranks...

Devotion has never sat well with him.

(heavy breathing)

at a time when we most need loyalty to our cause.

My new Hand will be a steel fist.

My son is heir to the Iron Throne!

Ser Criston Cole has acted.

and I find it stimulating.

A funeral progress. Let them see the child.

I can't stay here.

It's a reminder of yesterday, I think.

He had a weakness for cake.

(footsteps approach)

- I'll replace it hence. - Do it now.

Of course, he did.

Rhaenyra: I do not know if I trust you.

- (child coughing) - Kat: Much the same.

My father is dead.

and secure her berth on the "Corwyn."

He could not trust you...

Because of your virtue?

(drum and harp music playing)

As does Ser Criston. The two of them together...

Believe me... I had no choice.

and he was afraid to be seen in my shadow.

It is a hard thing to accept.

I do not wish to hear of it.

Yes, but before that,

He's afraid of me.

forbearance, his...

They used to tease me, you know?

It's hard... with fathers.

There is a war brewing, Addam.

Say you have a pot of your goat stew simmering at home.

but... some good may yet come of this.

The people see an omen.

Bit by bit, I earned my living.

Addam of Hull: Ha, a jest.

Aegon is still malleable.

With your child's blood,

I was clear in my instructions:

(tense music playing)