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- Only one.

Behold!

The traitor dragon Meleys!

Slain at Rook's Rest by your king!

To Aegon!

- It can't be...

Mark my words, this is a black omen.

Rhaenyra will answer this.

‘Tis an abomination.

Don't they realize we won the battle?

Strange victory

if it was one.

Behold!

The traitor dragon Meleys!

I thought the dragons was gods.

Slain at Rook's Rest by your king!

It's just meat.

Is he alive?

His Grace

remains with us, for the moment.

Is my son going to die?

I'm afraid I cannot say.

Now, if you'll excuse me, Your Grace,

Of course.

Easy as you Can.

Someone will have to rule in his stead.

- What happened?

At the cost of some 900 men.

So I've heard.

I left a meager garrison

and the king's dragon.

Sunfyre was long in the dying.

The king, Ser Criston, what befell him?

His Grace fought valiantly.

And Aemond?

What was his part in this?

I could not say.

Our largest dragon has been killed.

Criston Cole marches

Duskendale and Rook's Rest are gone.

We still have no ground army

but the one we hope

He who has left us,

Do you take issue with me, Ser Alfred?

My loyalty to you is proven, my queen.

Your loyalty, perhaps,

but your willingness to give me deference

I could never doubt your capability,

It is merely that the gentler sex,

to the strategies of battle,

There has been peace in our lifetime.

You've seen no more battles than I have.

Send to Maidenpool and to Crackclaw Point.

Let them man their garrisons

if they find them wanting.

If Cole pursues his campaign,

We must answer Rook's Rest

- and Duskendale.

But Vhagar is depleted

If Aegon is dead--

We will soon know it.

‘Twould be a victory in name only.

They will soon prop up another

The time is ripe.

If we can strike King's Landing

Then I myself must do it.

My queen, you are the crown.

What would you have me do?

Jace?

Where are you going?

To Harrenhal.

To treat with Daemon.

Rhaenys is fallen.

He must affirm his loyalty to my mother

And you think you will tame him

My mother gladly sends you away

whilst I'm here being forced to play

It's humiliating, Baela.

She only protects you.

You are the succession.

Then I must be seen to act for her claim

I can sit still no longer.

I must act.

The Freys.

They control the crossing at the Twins.

Cregan Stark's graybeards

If his men had a direct route

we would not have to wait

I will treat with The Freys to secure it.

She will not like it.

Then don't tell her. Not until I'm away.

The hour is late

You have no choice but to submit.

Our terms are simple, Lord Bracken.

Renounce the false king Aegon as a usurper

or your house burns.

I would sooner be

than bend my knee before some heathen

and his hired dragon.

The Brackens were a people hatched out

of the deepest of the Seven Hells,

It would be a kindness to oblige them

and send them back whence they came.

Did your brother's head

I heard the maggots got to it.

That is quite the impression,

But alas, not an answer.

We choose fire.

I did not think they would be

They made their choice.

- You should've indulged them.

I came here to raise swords, not corpses.

But now you see what my house

They are pigheaded, intransigent--

They would rather burn than succumb.

Exactly the kind of men I need.

It may yet be possible, I think,

We have fought them for an age and more.

Then perhaps you could try

persuading.

They are unyielding in battle.

But every man has a weakness.

You take my meaning, then.

There are things the crown itself must

Show them your worst.

I am your servant, Your Grace.

Over the centuries,

have broken themselves

Are you listening?

My lady.

The Eyrie itself is impregnable.

Unless, of course,

You promised the Queen Rhaenyra

In return for protection. A dragon.

Then she has exceeded your terms.

Both still wet from the egg.

I have hunting hounds

They are dragons nonetheless.

I do not recall you specifying

Will you goad me, child?

When your bread and shelter

The dragons will grow

- in time.

I mislike feeling powerless.

So do I.

This will be your chamber.

My sympathies for the death

The way they spoke

Do they hold you responsible

I would rather they had.

They speak around me, not to me.

They would make me queen,

They betray their own smallness.

In truth, I cannot fault them.

I am now the sovereign.

And war has ever been for men to make.

You are your fathers chosen successor.

He did not prepare me to fight.

If I had been a son,

a sword thrust into my hand

Instead, I was given my father's cup,

taught the name of every lord and castle

but not the difference

And they know it.

And Daemon as well--

Shall your evening meal

Not now.

Will you send to him?

For too long,

If I must be supplicant to my own husband,

I do not Know my part, Mysaria.

The path I walk has never been trod.

Criston Cole made a mistake.

Parading a dragon's head

but the people see an ill omen.

Yes, as do I.

They are afraid, bread is scarce,

they whisper to each other

there was peace.

But will whispers tear down stone,

Do not underestimate your subjects.

They are a thousand-thousand

and forgotten for too long.

And you think they will turn to me.

To the discontented, rumors are feed.

Your Grace.

What you cannot do, let others do for you.

There is more than one way to fight a war.

The thought of her lying in a field,

Did your grandmother ever tell you

She snuck into the Dragonpit.

She knew that place better than any Elder.

They say she could see in the dark.

My father was furious.

His own mother's dragon,

and she'd have none of him.

But bent her neck to Rhaenys.

She was fierce

in love and in anger.

She did not always care for me, but

for what she gave me in the end,

I wished I had known her

You are very like her in some ways.

And with her gone,

Your Grace?

Would you give this to your grandsire?

I do not wish to stand alone.

Daemon.

Daemon.

You were always the strong one.

The finest swordsman.

The fearless dragonrider.

Your brother had great love in his heart

but he lacked your constitution.

Viserys was unsuited for the crown

but you, Daemon,

If only you'd been born first.

My favorite son.

Is the duck not to your liking,

There's also goose, if you'd prefer it.

I like the goose, myself.

I'm not hungry.

I was saying, given the rather dire news

it appears the winds have shifted

and will be unsure of what is to follow.

A good time, then, for a show of strength.

I believe Willem Blackwood

We must ready the castle

You seem sure of this.

All men may be led, Ser Simon.

Even Rivermen.

'Tis a matter of showing them

How does the work here progress?

Oh...

We're drawing water for the kitchens

- and lighting the forges.

That is merely the beginning, of course.

The roof alone has needed tending

And the storerooms. And...

and the Wailing Tower.

The bats have made the corridors

with the quantity of their...

Their shit.

I venture there are smiths and armorers

Well, send for them, and levy the farmers

Task their huntsmen

There is, of course,

After the tragedy that befell his father,

Larys transferred his family's wealth

Is there any gold left in your coffers?

Enough to keep this small establishment

Relatively.

I rather thought, Your Grace,

that perhaps she could provide

- if you could only write to her.

Harrenhal is my command.

I shall guarantee the payment myself.

Up, up.

Very well, Your Grace.

You should address me as "my king."

But you're the prince.

What would you call

- Well, the king...

...consort.

That last bit seems unnecessary,

The armor was Valyrian steel

but His Grace suffered grievous burns over

He has many broken bones.

I fear there are more injuries within,

We are grateful for your works,

- Has he woken?

I must admit,

I have plied my crafts

Our king's fate lies with the gods now.

A king cannot rule in his sleep.

The realm will have noticed his absence.

Let them hear of his great deeds

But now we must name a regent

until he recovers

or does not.

A wise strategy, Your Grace.

A regency will assure the people

Did you have a candidate in mind,

I myself served in this role

I am well-prepared to do it again.

You played your part admirably

but circumstances have changed.

And here I had forgotten.

The king does not lack for heirs.

The obvious choice is

Agreed.

Aemond is young.

And his lack of restraint

It is experience that offers

Queen Alicent ably

when her husband's health failed him.

Experience is valuable, yes,

I am no stranger to rule

Aemond is a fearsome dragonrider.

His skill is best employed in the field

but my experience is needed here,

No offense was meant, Your Grace, but

- at a time when we must show strength.

I agree, Your Grace.

What would it say if,

we raised up a woman of our own?

But...

but the Hand speaks for the king's voice.

Aemonzd is the next in line.

It must be him.

It's agreed then.

What is our standing in the Riverlands?

The banners of House Tully

Prince Daemon has little hope

We would do well to send word

It's only a matter of time

Tell me, Lord Strong,

who leaves the jewel of the Riverlands

Your brother's host can meet Daemon.

He should quicken its pace

while their banners are in disarray.

I shall send Lord Jason encouragement.

- What else?

to the smallfolk here in King's Landing.

They have grown weary

So have we all.

Many are fleeing the city,

Then let the gates be closed.

No one is to leave or enter,

Merchants, so forth.

Go to your tasks.

We shall meet again at first light.

Oh, and someone cut down

The city's safe no longer.

There is no food.

Our neighbors are stealing

We must get out.

And where would you have us go?

North, maybe? South?

For all we know, every road leads

Like the one they carted

You think Rhaenyra will let

We should make for Tumbleton.

My brother will have room.

You would have me turn beggar?

Are we not beggars already?

Have you been paid for those machines

The king has promised payment.

The king has lied!

By all means,

stay and wait

With them, you can feed

Presumed you'd be here.

Seeing faithfully

Aemonzd is the next in line.

It is the order of things.

You know what he is,

what he has somehow become.

Has your loyalty faded?

and flee the sunrise like a moth?

What I saw at Rook's Rest--

What? What did you see?

Their armor melted.

There were men walking. They were on fire.

We have given the war to the dragons.

A dragonrider should lead us.

And what of justice, of temperance?

So you cast me aside.

Have I not spared you?

What we must do now is terrible.

Will you preside over it?

- Is this who you are, Alicent?

And I did not give you leave

Halt!

Stay back!

We've got to get out!

Somebody get him!

Stay back! No!

Holdfast, holdfast!

Stay back! Hold!

Back!

Disperse, disperse!

By order of Aemond Targaryen,

Prince Regent

- Aemond?

- I don't know.

- You are ordered to return to your homes!

- Meat!

Stay back!

Our Lord Grover Tully

It means death to bare steel

as I'm sure my prince is aware.

And against your queen?

Jason Lannister is marshaling to the west.

We need to check him

That requires passage.

And if Stark's army is too slow?

Winter is nigh upon us.

Our hesitance does not lie

nor in the ruminations

Our fear lies in Vhagar.

You fear a dragon leagues away

- Do you offer us your protection?

And the protection of my uncle.

And Daemon, I'm sure,

He will do as his queen commands.

That does lend us some comfort.

Though it occurs to me that dragons

Or three.

What do you want?

Larys Strong has been

Does the queen intend

You want Harrenhal.

For that, my mother will want

What does Her Grace desire?

Bent knees.

Up.

You were born to wield a sword,

There are others who would sit idle

and wait for their claims

That is not my way.

Does splitting firewood justify

Let it not be said that Daemon Targaryen

Let me see them.

Sit.

Sit!

I hear strange things from Bracken land,

There's news, then?

News?

No.

What I hear, I hear in the wind.

Cries of anguish.

Children being taken from their mothers,

men coming home

their wives carried away.

War is a terrible thing.

This is not war.

These are crimes against the innocent,

Surely you haven't mistaken me

The Brackens had their chance

They will perhaps think better

if their children's lives

Is that the kind of army you would raise?

Men who hate you,

who serve you under duress?

Well, once they agree to serve me,

Set an example for the rest

And once again, in the name of power,

it's the weak and the women

That fool, Aegon, is unlike to survive.

The realm will suffer

You should pray you never meet him.

He will cut you down

I'd heard the same thing about you.

I'm sure your tactics are, after all,

She cannot succeed, Alys.

Even if I willed it to be so.

The people who support her

They look to a man for strength.

Who's better suited to it?

Or Viserys's first true heir?

When I take King's Landing,

Rhaenyra is welcome to join me there

King and queen, ruling together.

- And if you lose?

and none of this will be my problem.

It's a pity, don't you think,

A message, Your Grace.

Fresh news from Stone Hedge.

The Blackwoods have overwhelmed

and Lord Amos has pledged

House Bracken is yours.

Call Ser Willem here

The Blackwoods will be

I sought you at High Tide.

I was surprised when they said

My castle is a tomb.

Empty. Haunted.

I am sad to have missed its highest days.

I imagine your Hall of Nine

all eager to treat with the legendary

The wealth you brought back

inspiring awe and envy.

I wonder if any of them knew

Queen Rhaenyra wishes to name you Hand.

Even the death of my wife

Has she not asked enough of my house?

It is a sign of her great esteem.

Or does she think the position

Pledge your peace to King's Landing, then.

They will accept it most gleefully.

Rather I would sail

You have done so before,

at great cost to yourself

Rhaenys was not only your wife,

She was a Targaryen princess.

The Queen Who Never Was.

And she flew to Rook's Rest

- In defense of her kin.

She died as she would have

with honor, in dragonfire.

The way my mother chose

and the way I myself wish to meet my end.

I grieve my grandmother who loved me

I will see Rhaenyra ascend

As Rhaenys herself should have.

You yourself may do as you see fit.

Granddaughter.

I would make you my heir.

I am blood and fire.

Driftmark must pass to salt and sea.

Your Grace.

You were correct

in saying our best hope of an army

And I have, perhaps,

I wish you to go to Harrenhal.

Are you removing me from your council?

Ser Alfred,

I will not deny you have tried

or that I would prefer a council

but...

you and your house served my father well

and I know you will never

Not while I live, Your Grace.

We cannot challenge King's Landing

but I will not send a message by raven

I ask you to reason with him.

Find out his state of mind

Intentions?

Whether he means to raise a host for me

He would not dare.

Have you known Daemon to lack in daring?

Go now with haste.

Have you any message for him?

Tell him I would much like to finish

Your Grace.

Your Grace.

What is it, Ser Simon?

The Riverlords have come, Your Grace.

- They wish an audience.

- What godless hour is it?

They are demanding to speak presently.

I see I must begin here

Or failing that, in proper fear

Is there some reason you feel free

Or shall I now begin your education?

House Bracken have been brought to heel

- That news is stale.

There have been complications.

The sacred septs on Bracken lands

As were the fields and farms.

The livestock was stolen

They pursued the women and the children.

There were works of barbarity.

Punishing Bracken for his own treasons

- But these other acts.

- They would not see reason.

the war for the crown to visit atrocities

- upon their old rivals.

their quarrels, and I tell you,

- such as this.

These beasts proudly carried

Red dragon on black.

A terrible war

Have you looked after our girls?

We should've expected

who ordered the slaughter of a child

That is a lie. And I will have the man

Well, your man is half the kingdom,

Know this, interloper:

the Riverlands are an ancient place,

watched closely by the eyes

And dragon or no,

we shall not raise

- Move along, lass.

I thought she was dead.

Would she die without collecting her due?

I must see an old friend.

Most people want out these days.

Elinda.

Was it worth the price?

Mummy.

Prince Jacaerys, Your Grace.

Visenya.

Vhagar's first rider,

I hope you do not mean to use her

Why shouldn't I?

It was a long time ago.

What is the mood at the Twins?

Did his lordship quibble?

He wishes for the Freys

At war's end. Assuming.

I'm proud of you, Jace.

Then, why do you look angry?

You chafed at being prevented from action.

Imagine my lot. I'm a dragonrider as well,

And yet, I must wait here,

always prudent,

sending others to fight

Even you have managed to do your part.

You are the queen,

the tie that binds us.

- No harm can come to you.

and I did not give you leave to go.

You do not give me

But who else is there? Rhaenys is dead,

And when Aemond comes hunting for you?

Your dragon is young.

Will you fly before Vhagar as Luke did?

Perhaps Daemon could--

Daemon is not here.

And Aemond now rules in King's Landing.

Is Aegon dead?

Dead or alive,

Aemond will not wait long

I have done all I can from here,

But if all else fails,

Vhagar is big, but Syrax is quicker.

So was Meleys.

Meleys fought two dragons

Shall I fight for my birthright?

Or shall I wait here

I need dragons.

We have no dearth of dragons.

We have two large enough

They are called Vermithor and Silverwing

Yes, and if only they had riders,

I would go forth in strength

There is Rhaena.

Who nearly lost

I would not risk it again.

There are those of our line

Those who married into other noble houses,

A generation ago, or more.

And yet...

A dragon will only accept

- Or so say the histories.

Written to gild us in glory.

Are you suggesting we put

- A Tarly?

There are records here,

and of those who fell out of it.

There could be scores of them.

It's a mad thought.