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and a, uh... good wife to my brother.

It's, it's not for a lack of trying.

Your presence is always such a pleasure, Lord Jason.

Maester Orwyle: If I may, Grand Maester,

because if those are kept safe...

and in turn, he's granted me the same.

This is a good thing. She knows your secret...

- I won't tell anyone... - I-I've, I've soiled my, my, wh... my white cloak.

but, I-I, I did, however, wonder if...

(breathing heavily)

but do you think I would choose infamy

I fear I must question you on a,

It's just that on the very same night your father was dismissed,

Our sheep are prettier, after all.

and you will be her king consort.

(guests chattering)

I'm on watch. What's your business?

At the end of it all...

shall take their father's name, Velaryon...

the manner of your father's departure...

Your informant was wrong.

(Lord Jason chuckles)

to be man and wife.

What in the Seven Hells is going on?

the Grand Maester delivered a tea to the Princess's chambers.

(sadly) I am yours and you are mine.

Well, this is better than we could've hoped for.

- What inheritance? - Lady Rhea and I had no heirs.

See, I thought for Mellos himself, well...

Whatever may come.

Corlys: You flatter me, Your Grace.

the Lady Rhea Royce, has passed.

not for the crown.

- The weather has been lovely. - Larys: Indeed.

to hear of the Lady Rhea's tragic passing.