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between Storm's End and the Twins,
There is Rhaena.
townsperson: We've got to get out!
Merchants, so forth.
Um, there is, of course, the matter of payment.
the fearless dragonrider.
get on his dragon and ride into battle.
My castle is a tomb.
And that-- does that mean that these people that have--
but you... Daemon, you were made to wear it.
If his men had a direct route into the Riverlands,
Perhaps the gods will favor us.
A generation ago, or more. Their blood would be thin.
bring the Queen's justice to the Brackens,
I fear there are more injuries within,
- Has he woken? - No.
A dragon will only accept a dragonlord to ride it. (sighs)
Ser Alfred...
She sent two.
Vhagar's first rider, and the first wielder of Dark Sister.
- (screams echoing) - Cries of anguish.
Have the indignities of your childhood
TOWNSPERSON: It is. Look, they've killed a dragon.
I have done all I can from here,
RYAN: In real history, smart and sometimes cunning
He who has left us... after some marital spat.
or your house burns.
You should pray you never meet him.
And while I don't think that anybody could ever be asked
the banner of House Targaryen.
North, maybe? South?
and the Wailing Tower. (chuckles)
- Or so say the histories. - (chuckles) Valyrian histories.
everybody vying for power,
As Rhaenys herself should have.
who knows how to wield it.
(thunder rumbling)
I'm afraid I cannot say.
the king has fallen,
- our allies must be ready. - We must answer Rook's Rest,
And once again, in the name of power,
that square peg into the round hole,
Is there any gold left in your coffers?
- (bell tolling) - (street chatter)
our armies will be yours.
They are afraid, bread is scarce,
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I mislike feeling powerless.
(wind blowing)
Aemond: Tell me, Lord Strong,
Strange victory, if it was one.
especially Alicent,
And the protection of my uncle.
- You are ordered to return to your homes! - We want meat!
(screaming subsides)
Our victory depends on the efforts of the small folk.
And Aemond? What was his part in this?
I would make you my heir.
You've seen no more battles than I have.
in Rhaenyra as Queen,
Or does it flourish only at night
how I can trust the counsel of a man
(music fades out)
'Tis an abomination.
I have plied my crafts to their fullest extents.
My mother gladly sends you away
The bats have made the corridors almost impassable
DAEMON TARGARYEN: Our terms are simple, Lord Bracken.
Even you have managed to do your part.
The sacred septs on Bracken lands
They pursued the women and the children.