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Kneel.

I can make it clean, or...

Might I at least know the accusation, my prince?

Where is he?

- Who? - My brother, the king.

In his quarters!

You are a traitor to the crown.

- I sentence you to die. - No!

My prince.

It appears Lord Larys has fled the Keep as well.

I need milk of the poppy.

I'm afraid in our hasty flight that I neglected to bring any.

The pain!

Please. Please.

Take heart, my king.

These are dark hours, but...

brighter days lie ahead.

No. No.

I'm the king of nothing.

With raven shit for a throne and a cripple for a protector.

I'm fucking pathetic.

Fuck!

Draw your hood.

Wait, no, wait!

Who are you?

Simple men in service of the Citadel.

We're taking these ravens to White Harbor.

You're in the queen's lands.

If you mean to pass, you first have to denounce the usurper,

bend the knee.

You swear fealty to Her Grace, the one true queen, Rhaenyra Targaryen.

We denounce the usurper

and swear to Her Grace, Rhaenyra Targaryen.

Come on, friend.

Affirm your fealty so we might be on our way.

The captain said kneel.

Fuck you.

Forgive my friend, he can be so stubborn.

They're for Aegon.

Put them to the sword.

- Wait, please. Please. - It's a very lucky day for you, my lord.

The reason this man won't swear fealty to Rhaenyra...

is because he is Aegon Targaryen.

What?

No, no, that's...

What are you playing at, friend? Always jesting.

- That true? - No.

No, of course not. These are lies.

He was lustrated in dragon fire by Rhaenys Targaryen...

- No. - And her dragon

at the Battle of Rook's Rest.

My companion is always the gifted mummer.

- I am His Grace's loyal councillor... - Always making grand claims

- for his entertainment. - And the Lord of Harrenhal...

Outrageous fucking lies!

Someone's lying.

- His crown. - No.

Pretty hair.

Take their heads.

We'll make a rich bounty for the queen.

- Forgive me, my lord... - No, no, no, please.

But you would lose your own head for such a misstep.

This is the challenger himself.

You can name your price for delivering him...

and his most trusted confidant to the queen as living hostages.

Who are they, then?

No one of consequence.

What's the nearest port?

Duskendale.

Bar them within.

We'll take them there.

And hire a ship to Dragonstone.

I have to believe...

that Alicent's offer was genuine.

It is a ruse cloaked in stale friendship.

The risk she took in coming here is beyond question.

And the risk she now asks you to take?

To fly to the Greens' stronghold based on her word alone.

It is a trap, Mother...

to lure you and Daemon into Vhagar's jaws.

No! Vhagar and Aemond are gone. They have flown to Harrenhal.

And Aegon is bedridden.

I could take both Aegon and the throne

in a single stroke.

No.

You cannot trust her.

Mother.

Alicent came to Dragonstone.

- Alicent? - Under a banner of peace.

Surely, this is not possible.

The Greens know already that their defeat is written.

Aemond flies on Vhagar to join Cole in the Riverlands.

With him gone, Alicent will open the gates of the Red Keep

and surrender Aegon to me.

I will then take his head and the throne.

What are her terms, Your Grace?

That she, Helaena, and Jaehaera are spared,

and that this war ends without further bloodshed.

That is a low price. Do you believe she can be trusted?

Get word to Lord Corlys in the Gullet.

I require ships to deliver fighting men enough to secure the city.

Your Grace, I protest this action with all my po...

And Daemon must return with haste.

I'll write to him.

We'll fly to King's Landing in two days' time...

and take the city.

Good morrow, ser. My queen.

The king requires an audience.

Rather to the throne room, Your Grace.

Aemond.

Why are you here?

Aegon has abdicated the throne.

Abdicated? What do you mean?

Fled King's Landing with that toad Larys.

No, Aegon was bedridden.

Where could he have gone? Why?

Because he's even more stupid than he is craven.

We must send a search party. He needs to be found immediately.

Where were you, Mother?

You've not been seen in the Keep in days.

I was in the Kingswood, Aemond.

I have found myself of little use here of late.

And what of Harrenhal?

You and Vhagar were meant to fly to meet Ser Criston

and challenge Daemon together.

Aegon has left me no choice but to remain here and defend the city.

But aid is coming.

Lord Ormund and 15,000 Hightower men

presently march up the Mander with Daeron and his dragon.

And the Triarchy fleet will, at any moment,

ambush the blockade with a force thrice the Sea Snake's strength.

We only need to bide our time.

The Lannister host has scattered, my prince.

The vanguard was smashed and the rearguard broken and fled.

And what of the golden Lord Lannister?

Fled when the cavalry broke rank.

Our scouts believe they may be regrouping near the God's Eye.

Then we'll continue the fight there.

We must pursue them till the last.

- Have graves dug for our dead. - Aye, my lord.

Caraxes would make short work of these bodies.

And burnt flesh carries no plague.

That is not our way.

Rivermen must be returned to the mud.

My lord!

To arms!

Form on me!

We have come to die for the dragon queen.

Very good. We've got more lions to hunt.

Good morrow, Lord Hand.

Has there been word from Prince Aemond?

None. As yet.

He and Vhagar were supposed to have joined us

back at the Antlers.

We march ever exposed.

- If he does not come... - He has to come.

There is another matter.

One of our men has ravaged a village girl.

I witnessed the events myself.

Something must be done.

Hang him then, if you wish.

I am not his Lord Commander.

A punishment is due, yes, but also a statement to the men.

That we are not beasts, but knights,

and soldiers of honor.

Look around you, Ser Gwayne.

Look to the sky. To the horizon.

Doom and ruin surround us.

We will all become beasts before our end.

Only if we abandon our principles.

Never knew my mother.

Same as most of the gutter-rats.

Was kicked about more than a mongrel dog.

Wished for death more days than I wished to live.

There was this priest from Essos.

He fancied me. Paid me coin.

To do things.

He said I had king's blood.

That I was born for a purpose.

I liked that story.

So I owned it.

Ulf the Dragonseed.

And that red cunt was right.

And you?

Where'd you get your dragon's blood?

Did you hear something?

Don't like this place.

All this hanging about.

Vhagar was supposed to be here already.

We have to wait until she comes.

The queen didn't say nothing about waiting.

She said, come here, kill Aemond.

I wouldn't be too keen to meet Vhagar.

She and the One-Eye have slain at least two dragons already.

Fight'll be worth it, though.

For the castle.

What castle?

The queen promised to make us knights,

so we get a castle.

- What? - You have to be named a lord

to get a castle.

- What's a knight get, then? - A horse.

What do I need with a fucking horse?

- I've got a dragon. - You'd be Ser Ulf,

and men would have to show you respect.

Men would have to show me respect 'cause of the big fucking dragon.

I can't live in a title.

Or drink it.

I imagine there'd be eager women.

Get more women with a castle.

Did you know Aegon had fled?

He was meant to be here.

It's Aemond who should have flown.

You're frightened.

Ser Criston and Ser Gwayne are in great peril.

I fear only for our knights.

Aemond should be with them.

Aemond's frightened, too.

After he claimed Vhagar, he forgot what fear was.

But he remembers now.

He knows that if he has to face Rhaenyra's dragons, he'll die.

Ser Soren?

Lord Ormund marches here with the Hightower host.

Dispatch one of your fastest riders and deliver this to him with haste.

These are the king's instructions.

The king's?

- With haste, Ser Soren. - At once, Your Grace.

Alyn, sit.

I saved this one.

It's from Ib.

Such luxury is wasted on me.

I've already broken the wax.

And I am not prepared...

to drink alone.

I forget the guttural name they have for it.

But I believe a rough interpretation is "dragon water."

An acquired taste, perhaps.

The queen has sent word.

We are to pull five ships from the blockade,

sail down the Blackwater, and seize King's Landing's port.

She's taking King's Landing?

Rhaenyra's advantage is now absolute.

She will surround the city with her dragons

and force the surrender of Aegon and Aemond.

I admit I know little of this enemy.

But Aemond One-Eye seems the sort

who would sooner let it all burn than abandon the throne.

Rough seas lie ahead.

I cannot fully mend...

the breach between us.

But I do accept that it was of my making.

I was fond of your mother.

For...

whatever we had together.

I did try to provide a life for you.

- For your brother. - A life, perhaps.

But never a name.

I am sorry for it.

Sail ho!

Enemy ships sighted!

- Enemy ships sighted. - What is their strength?

Three-and-fifty counted so far.

They already outnumber us.

Put the oars out. Send ravens to Dragonstone.

Put the oars out!

Take us to the head of the blockade and signal the fleet: Form battle lines.

Is it the Lannisters or the Greyjoys?

It's the Triarchy.

Bring my armor.

Commander.

The Gullet has three inlets into the Blackwater,

the largest of which opens just to the south of Driftmark.

But I hold strongly that we must press towards the southern inlet.

If our armada engages the Velaryon fleet at close combat,

it will blunt the threat of Rhaenyra's dragons.

They will be loath to burn their own ships.

A canny strategy, my lord.

I can see why your king made you Lord of the Ships.

You'll rule all this kit if you wind up in the drink.

My strategy is expressly not to "end up in the drink."

We will face death on this deck before we face it in the sea.

You will be glad of our armor when the fighting starts.

I know I will.

The Sea Snake scouts have raised the alarm, Commander.

If only to see his face.

Signal Halfjaw to take his detachment

and penetrate the northern pass.

The northern pass

is the farthest route

running north of Dragonstone. Whatever for?

To sack High Tide.

Lord Corlys' castle?

We will require the full strength of your fleet

- if we have any hope... - High Tide is a monument

to the Sea Snake himself.

Do you think his focus will hold when he sees his treasure room aflame?

What is the weather to be today, Bold Jon?

Raining piss or shit, from the looks of the messenger.

Good morrow, ser. What news?

Good morrow, my Lord Hightower.

I bring urgent word from King Aemond.

King, is he now?

Aemond says we have to make camp here and await further word.

He shall join us in three days' time.

So Aegon's dead, then?

One king is as good as another.

Have this lad bathed and fed.

- Give him a good tent. - Yes, sire.

Mayhaps the weather will hold.

It is my fault we're in this position.

I strove tirelessly to put Aegon on the throne, but I...

I failed to prepare him to rule.

His frailties are his own.

You should have been king.

If you'd only been born first, then perhaps

we wouldn't be here, but...

we must ever play the board before us.

That is why you need to go to Harrenhal.

To what end?

It is a stronghold.

One that has withstood dragon fire once before.

You are no longer safe here in King's Landing.

It is well to be fearful.

I, too, am afraid.

I'm not afraid.

Of course not.

But you are the crown now.

And Rhaenyra will send her new dragons here for you.

Soon or late.

I am not afraid.

Fly to the Riverlands.

Draw Daemon out.

He has just one dragon, and killing him would be a vicious blow to Rhaenyra.

At Harrenhal, you will be unassailable.

Perhaps I could even meet you there.

That road is uncertain.

But this one,

if you stay here and wait for Rhaenyra

and her dragons to come, this one is certain.

You are so courageous.

But I cannot lose you as I did Aegon.

If I do, I will be lost.

Heed me, Aemond, please.

I shall host a feast there in your honor.

In Black Harren's hall

whilst my uncle's head looks down from a spike.

Fuck!

What if Aemond knew we were coming for him?

He could have attacked Dragonstone in our absence.

Queen assigned us a task. We must man it steadfastly.

And if that is what the enemy is counting upon?

- What is that? - Fuck this place!

- What's happened? - I'm leaving is what's happened.

We must wait for Vhagar.

For how long? Forever and a day?

She was meant to be here already.

The queen only instructed us to ambush Vhagar.

She did not say what to do if the dragon never came.

I say we remain.

Who made you fucking king?

I don't like it here.

Is that what you'll tell Her Grace?

- That you're craven? - I'll tell Her Grace true.

That we stood watch and Vhagar never came.

Your friend's right.

You're missing the battle.

The queen needs you at Dragonstone.

Who are you?

I'm a witch.

Right. Look after yourselves.

Your Grace!

- There is war in the Gullet. - Who?

An armada of ships

sailing out of the rising sun from the east.

They have sprung their trap.

I shall go.

Mother!

Stop! You cannot!

There is nothing you can say that I have not heard.

If you die...

Then you will at last be king.

My riding leathers.

You are to lock and bar this door.

The queen must be confined until she regains her senses.

I could not defy Her Grace's commands.

You are a knight of the Queensguard, Ser Lorent.

You swore to protect Her Grace from all threats.

Including herself.

Your life...

for hers.

Jace.

Rescind your command.

- It is treason. - She has rejected my counsel,

my every attempt to join the fight.

So you make war with her instead?

This is all the work of an ambush, like Rook's Rest,

a ruse to draw out the queen herself.

They killed my brother, Baela.

I won't let them take her as well.

Come with me.

We are ready.

We can win this victory for her.

Was this not always our purpose?

Ser Lorent, open the door.

Your Grace, it was the Prince Jacaerys' command.

To ensure your safety.

Open the fucking door.

I cannot.

Ser Lorent!

Jace!

You open the fucking door!

You release me at once!

I will have your heads for this!

Crossbows, ready!

Release!

Archers, ready!

Release!

Archers, ready!

Release!

Barrelman! Signal the fleet:

Do not cluster.

Keep them on the chase.

- Aye-aye! - The fight is yours.

Archers, ready!

Archers, go!

Loose!

Flagship's been sighted, m'lord.

It's the Bitchfist.

Lohar?

Harden up and make towards her.

- I want her to sight us. - Aye, m'lord.

Harden up! Pick up the stroke!

Here she comes, lads!

Our jewel in the rough.

Signal the fleet. The Sea Snake belongs to us.

An equal share of the plunder when we take the ship!

- Aye, Commander! - Commander!

Commander!

Ours is the flagship.

We cannot give ourselves to a singular pursuit.

We must lead the assault lest it fall into disorder.

Do you think I sailed across the Narrow Sea

to win your king's war for him?

Those were the terms of the contract.

The Sea Snake led the persecution and slaughter

of my mates for more than 20 years.

I sealed your contract for him.

Tonight, we shall walk in the ashes of High Tide!

You'll all join me as I sit the Driftwood Throne

and dine on the Sea Snake's ears!

Break us free!

And give chase!

He wishes only to protect you.

I never asked to be protected.

I expect it from my council,

those craven men ever clutching at their doublets.

But my Queensguard?

Mine own son?

I may appear to have the weak and feeble body of a woman,

but I possess the heart and spirit of a king.

Enemy to starboard!

- Split, split, split! - Ballistae, reload!

And put those fires out!

The fleet is surrounded.

And the Bitchfist now pursues us with a small detachment.

- Dragon! - Dragon!

Dracarys!

Dracarys!

Set a course through the Dragonstone Pass.

The tide is nearly out. We'll run aground.

Lohar only wants me. She'll follow.

Without her, their fleet will be rudderless...

and easy prey for our dragons.

Starboard on our helm!

Fight ready, men!

Bring the grapnels!

- Ready? - Ready!

Load!

Call me Lohar, Dragon-Slayer!

Press the pursuit!

Ease the sheets and put out the oars.

Cast the lead lines.

Clew up the course.

Leadsmen, to the channels.

Cast the lead line!

Depth, six fathoms!

Barrelman, report!

Breakers dead ahead.

Tide's running hard out.

Currents are strong set to larboard.

Three enemy ships closing fast astern!

Larboard your helm.

Follow my direction closely.

There is a way through the pass, but it is narrow.

Half-five and fast receding!

- Seven! - Seven knots!

Slight to larboard.

Aye, Lord Admiral.

- Follow her wake. - We must go no further.

The pass is too shallow.

We do not know the lay of this place.

- We are sailing blind. - The Sea Snake will guide us.

- One over four! - One over four!

Perhaps 70 yards' distance.

Easy now.

Starboard your helm.

Too strong.

Ease it back.

Let me.

Forty yards now.

Thirty-five!

- And a half-three! - And a half-three!

Bank the oars.

Coxswain ahoy! Bank oars!

- Twenty-five yards! - Twenty-five yards!

- One over three! - Ten yards!

- Ten yards! - We're over the Teeth!

We're clear!

Leave Lohar to the Teeth.

Take us back to the Gullet. We must rejoin the fight.

Three hands to starboard, now!

- Three hands to starboard! - We're going to wreck!

We have walked directly into his snare.

Two hands to larboard now and hold her there!

- Two hands to larboard, hold! - Cut the anchors!

Drop weight and raise our draft. Quickly!

Aye, Commander! Cut the anchors!

What do you weigh in that armor?

And the rest of them!

Hold that line, and pull the fucking oars in!

Oars out and close the distance! Bring the hooks and lines!

Enemy flagship is clear.

She's closing fast astern.

She has the legs on us. We can't outrun her.

And we've not yet the wind to carry us against the current.

Furl the sails and put the oars out.

Hard round to starboard.

Ready the offensive for a broadside assault.

All shields and crossbows, to your stations!

Load the ballistae!

- Boarding party! - Boarding party.

Hard about and keep pulling! Strong against the current.

- Turn! - Or she'll be dragged back into the Teeth.

She's not turning!

All shields and crossbows to starboard!

Broadside, ready!

Positions, move! Positions!

- Crossbows, ready! - Ready!

Strike!

Hold that course and fucking row!

Brace and be ready!

Now, strike!

Take the ship.

On your feet! Prepare to engage!

Dracarys!

Bring down the rider!

No! No!

Sheep stealer, no!

That's my sister.

Father!

Hold on, Baela!

Rhaena!

Sheep stealer!

Sheep stealer! No!

Vermax!

Jace!

Jace!

Come on, Vermax!