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Where were you, Lord Commander?

- Who is "us"? - Blood: A-A ratcatcher.

And their wives and children gather now at our gates to weep

(tense music playing)

He paid us. Half now, half when the job is done.

(indistinct chatter, shouting)

(indistinct street chatter)

Ser Criston is not temperate...

While you're gone, I'll speak sense to him.

I will not be thought weak.

The gods punish us. They punish me. (cries)

Because he knew your legacy, unlike mine,

- How dare you-- - Or did he merely use you as a tool

We'll know who did this soon enough.

They wish now not for the good of the realm,

I have not answered injury to the crown with, what?

It's been a strange day.

all shrieking and feathers.

- the terms our foes put before us-- - A folly! A folly!

Thousands witnessed the procession.

But neither can he allow her to command him.

Daughter, listen to me.

(music fades out)

and paid three times as much as I should have.

Deepest sympathies, my Queen.

(music fades out)

And now... when my enemy coils himself to strike at me--

First, your brother betrays us.

(indistinct chatter)

Did he say when?

They say, perhaps Rhaenyra should be queen.

The boy's head was severed from his body.

If I'd shared his sentiments, I would've fled with him.

herald: Defiler of the innocent!

Fuck dignity! I want revenge.

(crowd murmuring)

Makes no difference.