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The battle...

It is won.

I...

What have you done?

Jace.

Jace.

What have you done?

How could you?

How could you do this? How?

How could you do this to me?

You answer me!

How could you do this?

You answer me! Please!

How could you do this?

Your Grace, leave him.

You must leave him, Your Grace.

How dare you set your hands on me!

How dare you!

My queen...

I have failed you.

My life must be forfeit.

And what good would that do?

Will it wake my son?

Will it change the truth of his folly and yours?

And yours!

All of you who knew what Jacaerys had done and stood by.

Are your lives, too, not forfeit?

Have you not betrayed your queen?

Lord Corlys!

Lord Corlys!

Lord Corlys!

Whoa, calm.

Help me.

My lady.

I have done a terrible thing.

Why have you come here?

There was a battle.

The prince Jacaerys, it seems, is dead.

-You need to go now. -Oh, there was ships and smoke.

I wanted only to help, truly.

-But Sheepstealer was frightened, so-- -I don't care.

You were supposed to be on a ship to Pentos.

Well, I need asylum, my lady.

-I had nowhere else to go. -How dare you? Asylum?

You run from my charge and you bring disaster to my doorstep.

-The queen will be hunting you. -None saw that it was me.

I would say you had lost all sense,

but then I doubt you had any in the first place.

Don't come back here.

Do you want a dragon or not?

You said yourself you were deceived in your dealings with the queen.

Taken for a fool.

You wanted protection. I offer it now.

Vhagar is at large.

Sheepstealer has long made his home here.

All we need from you...

is blindness.

The Vale is vast.

I cannot stop a dragon from abiding where it pleases.

I do not wish to see you again.

I tell a tale of a fearsome war

Thank our lucky stones

10,000 came, but we had more

And pressed 'em to the bloody shore

Now we can't see the water's floor

Hey, hey, hey!

'Cause the lake's full of their bones

-Fish feed! -Fish feed!

-Fish feed! -Fish feed!

Smashed to smithereens!

Fish feed! Fish feed!

Fish feed!

We drowned the fucking Greens

I tell you a tale of a cunning trick

How did it come to pass?

Aemond comes, they said, run quick!

With his one good eye, he looks a prick

And we've got Daemon, so go stick...

...your dragon up your ass!

Ser Simon Strong, Your Grace.

Well, well, well.

Reminds you of the old times.

When the Riverlands were ascendant,

music and meat and virile young men.

And which of these delights drew you to us through glade and glen?

I bring gifts, in token of your victories at the Red Fork and on the lakeshore.

The finest wine from House Strong's cellars.

Whoa!

Wine!

And a message for you.

From the queen.

Your Grace?

Is there something amiss?

The crown prince is dead.

I'm summoned now to King's Landing to claim the Iron Throne for our queen.

I charge you to march south and meet me there.

And send men to garrison Harrenhal, but march with strength.

And when Rhaenyra has claimed the Iron Throne,

we will send dragons to scour the skies above you.