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House Valerian is coming for you!

The sea snake will have your foxy fucking head!

No, no, no, no, please!

Fuck you, Prince

Greyheart.

Fuck you all, mother and bastard father!

No!

No!

He has your eyes, your grace.

Yes, he does.

And you have my nose, don't you? Two years old and already our boy has a

kingly presence.

He may yet, brother, but this morning he insisted on eating porridge with his

hands.

He will grow.

We're quite a party assembled in his honor.

And surely by the end of this hunt, we shall have more to celebrate.

And what is that, pray tell?

It is Aegon's second name day.

His infancy is behind him. It only remains for Viserys to name him heir to

the throne. I wouldn't be so sure.

He's the king's firstborn son. I don't know that his grace sees it so clearly.

Then it lies with you to make him see it, Lord Hand.

Your Grace.

I bring urgent news from the Stepstones.

The crab feeder has dug in for siege on Bloodstone while his men sabotage our

fleet under the cover of dark. Not today, Tywin. The matter of the

Stepstones is regrettably urgent.

It's been three years.

It can wait another three days.

Come, eat.

Fortify yourselves for the journey.

Please.

Is the baggage train ready?

It is presently massing at Rivergate.

Lord Jason expects us in the Kingswood before midday. Have you seen Rhaenyra?

I have not, Your Grace.

With the triarchy now sheltering in Bloodstone's caves, the threat of the

Drapens is blunted.

They don't have foot soldiers.

Their sellswords have been withdrawing in droves, Your Grace. Even the

mercenaries can see that it is a losing effort.

Where's Rhaenyra?

I cannot be sure of present, Your Grace. The Velaryon forces have suffered heavy

attrition, Your Grace.

The seeds of dissent are sown amongst the rank and file.

Daemon has driven the men hard. They have begun to question his command.

If the crown were ever to intervene... Thailand.

Now is the time. Daemon and the sea snake started their war without his

grace's leave.

Were he to intervene now, after so long, it would make the crown appear weak. Can

someone tell me where in the seven hells Rhaenyra might be?

Under the dragon's eye Under

the dragon's eye Again.

Perhaps the princess might like to hear something else?

She would not. Play it again.

She fled with her ships and her people her

heart broken for those your grace did i say to stop

from the beginning

she

fled with her ships yes my queen

Your presence is wanted in the outer courtyard.

The royal hunt ready to depart.

I've decided to remain here and read instead.

You may go, Samwell.

You are to stay by order of the Princess.

The Queen commands you to leave the Godswood at once.

Princess.

Your Grace.

The king wishes for you to join us. The king has much to celebrate. He does not

need me.

He wants for us all to be together.

Perhaps the hunt could be fun.

Is it the king's command?

Yes, but it... Then it wants your grace.

But it needn't be.

None of it needs be this way in truth, Rhaenyra.

Well, isn't this splendid?

The whole of our family off to celebration and adventure in the

Kingswood.

Should you be travelling in such condition?

The maester said that being out in nature would do me well.

Well, you will be with your own child sooner than later.

And make me a proud grandsire.

It's not so bad.

The days are long, but Aegon came quickly in without fuss.

You should ride out with me today.

Join in the chase.

Rather not.

The boars screw like children when they're being slaughtered.

I find it discomforting.

It's a hunt, really.

How would you like to participate?

I'm not sure why I must.

Because you are my daughter.

The princess.

And you have duties.

As I am ceaselessly reminded.

I'm sorry?

As I am ceaselessly reminded.

You would need to be reminded if you ever attended to them.

No one's here for me.

the conqueror obeyed second of his name.

Here's to his grace on his second name day.

to have been abducted when one of Lord Swann's ships sailed through the

Stepstones. What will happen to Lady Joanne?

She's to be sold to a pillow house in the Free Cities, if you believe the

rumours.

I fear the gods did not make me for hunting.

Might I sit with you, my ladies?

Oh, no, of course.

Please join us.

Larys Strong, the youngest son of our Master of Laws, Lord Lionel.

My lord husband says that no king has ever been able to tame the Stepstones

for long.

It's an inhospitable place suited only for savages.

Perhaps the princess can give us some insight.

Oh, I'm not sure how I could. I've never been to the Stepstones.

Your dear uncle is the great mind behind this war, is he not?

I wouldn't know. I've not spoken to Daemon in years.

Since you supplanted him as heir.

Daemon made his choices, Lady Kira.

The princess was more suited to the role.

He's made a mess and the king must put an end to it.

Send fleets and men and clear out the Triarchy for good.

But the crown is not at war.

The crown is at war, Princess.

Though your father refuses to admit it, we've been dragged into it by your uncle

and the sea snake.

And how have you served the ram of fleets, Lady Redwyne? By eating cake?

I wonder, Princess, was your own second name day as grand as this?

I honestly don't recall, and neither will Egan.

Lord Jason Lannister.

I gathered that from all the lions.

I don't think we've been properly introduced.

What twin serves in my father's council?

Thailand is... frightfully dull, God's loving.

The finest honeyed wine you'll ever taste. Made in Lannisbrook, of course.

Of course.

Ah,

the King's Wood. It's fine hunting ground.

But the best sport is to be found at Casterly Rock, near my home.

Have you been?

Um, once.

On tour with my mother when I was young, and honestly can't recall much of that,

either. The Rock is thrice the height of the Hightower and Old Town. Taller still

than the wall in the north. It's been said that...

If one were to stand in the tower, on a perfect day, one could see clear across

the sunset sea.

It must be quite something.

I don't have a dragon pit, of course, but I do have the means and resources to

build one.

Why would you need a dragon pit?

To house dragons, of course.

I'd do anything for my queen.

Or lady wife.

Thank you for the wine.

Is that what I am to you?

A prize to proffer about to the great houses?

You're of age, Rhaenyra.

And Jason Lannister has an excellent match. He's arrogant and self-serious.

Well, I thought you might have that in common.

Since you came of age, I've been slowly drowning in a lake of parchment from

every corner of the realm.

Marriage proposals, all.

And I have tried, often, to discuss it with you. But you've refused me at every

turn. That is because I do not wish to get married. Even I do not exist above

tradition and duty, Rhaenyra. Excuse me, Your Grace.

You must marry.

Yes. The royal huntsman has sent a report, Your Grace. There's been a

sighting of a white heart.

The stag is the king of the King's Wood, Your Grace, a regal portent for Prince

Aegon's name day.

No sense.

trying to sell me off to Jason Lannister.

Was... Was I named heir to the Iron Throne so that I might only further

raise the standing of a lord of Casterly Rock?

Do you want me to kill him?

You should return to camp, Princess.

It's a beautiful day.

We should take him to Kingsford.

Were you ever betrothed to Kristen?

I had an adventurous youth when my father served at Blackhaven, to be sure.

But my station was never high enough for a formal betrothal.

Before I spoke my vows as a knight of the Kingsguard, I could have married a

common-born girl, had I wished.

How lucky you are to have a say in your own life.

Many in the realm would gladly trade positions with you, Princess.

Only because none of them has ever held my position.

I may be the Princess of Dragonstone, but I am useless.

One day, not so long ago, you held enough power to write my name into the

White Book.

When your father named me to his Kingsguard, it was the highest honor any

Cole would ever know.

All that I have I owe to you.

Now I'd hardly call that toothless, Princess.

Your Grace.

How far?

The droppings were found half a league to the east.

Still fresh.

Between two and three hours, Your Grace.

My best scout spied him.

The beast is up with a thirty-five stone, and we now have his trail.

Before the dragons ruled over Westeros, Whiteheart was a symbol of royalty in

these lands.

And on this day of all days.

I've never been one for signs of importance, Your Grace, but if the gods

did wish to show their favor...

Your Grace.

I had this forged in the Golden Gallery in honor of Prince Aegon.

It's quite a thing.

I hope it might provide the killing stroke against your white heart.

King of the Kingswood.

It's as if the seven themselves have blessed this day.

Thank you for your generosity.

I would be honored to take the Princess Rhaenyra to wife, Your Grace.

What I offer you, the crown, and your daughter is strength.

Do you think that has Targaryen?

Once for strength.

If someone offered you more dragons, would you not take them?

Do you have dragons to offer?

Casterly Rock is a splendid seat.

Rhaenyra may take her place there by my side without shame and feel herself well

compensated for her loss in station.

What loss of station?

If you were to name young Aegon Aer, Your Grace.

And when would I be doing that?

I had assumed, as he's your firstborn son, many of us had assumed... Many of

us, you say?

Have your bannermen questioned my choice of heir? Of course not, your grace. It

is your sworn duty to report rebellion stirring in my kingdom.

Rebellion? There has been nothing of the sort, your grace. I did not decide to

name Rhaenyra my heir on a whim.

All the lords of the kingdom would do well to remember that.

Thank you for the gift Your grace

Wine

The huntsman has the trail, your grace, and has sent out the hounds. It won't be

long now until the White Heart is cornered. Your prize is within reach.

What do you make of Lord Jason's proposal?

That man's pride has pride.

You're not only Rhaenyra's father, you're the king.

She'll do as you command.

It is not my wish to command her.

I want her to be happy.

There is another choice beyond Casterly Rock.

One perhaps you might be more comfortable with. One closer to home.

Who do you have in mind?

Prince Aegon.

The boy just turned two, Otto.

Yes, but it would cease the endless proposals for a new design.

Betroth them. I came here to hunt.

Not to be suffocated by all this fucking polityking.

Let us speak no more of it.

We've sent out riders to find Rhaenyra, Your Grace.

Ser Criston went after her, so the hope is that they are together.

The girl is a heedless contrarian.

If I instead forbade her to wed a Lannister, she would have run off with

Lord Jason out of spite.

A truly great Targaryen king I am.

Powerless over my known daughter of seven and ten.

King Jaehaerys ruled over half a century of peace while his...

Children drove him to the edge of madness.

His daughters in particular.

It is tradition, Your Grace.

Do you wish to hear my opinion on the matter?

Should I guess?

You believe that your son, Sir Harwin Breakbone,

The strongest knight in the Seven Kingdoms is the best match for Rhaenyra.

You flatter me, Your Grace, but no.

It would seem to me the best match for Rhaenyra is the son of the seasick, Ser

Laenor.

Some years ago, I counseled you to take his sister to wife.

My reasoning remains the same.

Laenor is of pure Valyrian descent.

He shares blood with your cousin, the Princess Rhaenys.

And he is the heir to the wealthiest house in the realm.

The breach between your houses has not narrowed since I last spoke of it. It

would do much to assuage Lord Corlys of any slights real or imagined.

We must pray, of course, that Laenor survives the fighting in the Stepstones.

Princess, I must make a final plea that we return to the camp.

I rather prefer it here.

His Grace is certain to be worried by your absence.

His Grace can worry himself to death if he said lies.

Tell me something, Sir Christian.

Do you think the Wren will ever accept me as their queen?

I have no choice but to, Princess.

Is everything all right, Your Grace?

I named her to protect the realm from Daemon.

She was my only child.

The realm's delight.

I named her Heart of Love.

Because I no longer believe.

Believe what, my love?

Many in my line been dragon riders.

Very few among us have been dreamers.

What is the power of a dragon is the power of prophecy.

The hour is too late, husband.

When Rhaenyra was a child, I saw it in a dream.

As vivid as these flames, I saw it.

A male babe, born to me, wearing the Conqueror's crown.

And I so wanted it to be true.

To be a dreamer myself.

I sought that vision again, night after night.

But it never came again.

I poured all my thought and will into it.

My obsession killed Rhaenyra's mother.

Viserys.

I thought Rhaenyra was the way out of my abyss of grief and regret.

That naming her heir would begin to set things right. Oh, it did. I never

imagined I would remarry.

You may not be white, Lord Grace, but he's a big lad.

Lord Grace, for the kill.

Right here.

Did you enjoy the hunt, Your Grace?

Well enough.

How fared my grandson?

The ladies Lannister and Redwyne were quite taken with him.

As they should be.

He's the future of the realm.

You yourself witnessed the scale of the celebration, how it united the men.

When you bore the king a son, you ended 15 years of uncertainty and doubt.

Aegon, like his namesake, was born to rule the Seven Kingdoms.

If Viserys were to name him heir, the realm would fate him for it.

And does this not please you?

Do you not want your son to be king?

And what mother wouldn't?

You mustn't ignore the certain truth that if Rhaenyra were to step over Aegon

to ascend the throne, the realm would tear itself apart.

They all swore obeisance to her.

Our house among them. That was before Aegon.

Rhaenyra will be a good queen.

It wouldn't matter if she were Jaehaerys himself, born again.

Rhaenyra is a woman.

What of my son?

Would you have me raise a man to steal his own sister's birthright?

It is Aegon that's being robbed.

He's the firstborn son of the king. To deny that he is heir to the throne is to

assail the laws of gods and men.

The road ahead is uncertain, but the end is clear.

Aegon will be king.

You must guide Viserys towards reason.

He'll never find it on his own.

How are you feeling, husband?

The gods have punished me for my indulgences.

At least the wine was good.

Too good.

I was hoping we might discuss something.

Rhaenyra.

I do not think she enjoyed Jason Lannister's company.

She is cross.

I warned you that she would be.

Rhaenyra has come of age.

She must needs marry a High Lord who will honor her, defend her, and serve

her as King Consort.

Her wishes in this matter are irrelevant.

I do believe that Rhaenyra will marry your grace.

But she must believe it is her choice to do so.

Yes.

What's this?

A letter.

From Vaemon Velaryon.

Is he Snake's brother?

Yes.

He's fighting in the Stepstones with all the rest of them.

May I?

Lord Corlys and Prince Daemon are losing their war.

Badly, by all accounts.

This is a plea for aid.

Then why not send it?

Because it is a war started by two malcontents.

unhappy with decisions I made.

If I now provide Daemon and call his sukkah, what will that say of their

king? Perhaps that he is a good man who loves his brother.

Well, if you truly believe that, my dear, then you possess a generous

spirit.

What do you believe, Viserys?

That I am forever doomed to anger one person in the pleasing of another.

Then I pose a simpler question.

Is it better for the realm if the crab feeder thrives or is vanquished?

Make haste to Dwarfstone, Ser Adam.

Hand-deliver this to Prince Daemon yourself.

At once, Your Grace.

Dwarfen? I'm sending word to Daemon.

Aed is sailing to the Stepstones.

Did he make call for help?

He would sooner die.

But his king does not mean to allow that.

Do you not think my decision correct?

It is no consequence to what I think.

As I'm often reminded.

Daemon is thorn enough in my flesh.

Will you insist on taking after him?

Must everything be a battle? If you refer to your attempt to marry me off to

Casterly Rock... I am sorry, Rhaenyra.

I was trying to help you.

Will you not be helped?

Why must every effort on your behalf be resisted, as if to the death? Because

you mean to replace me with Alicent Hightower's son, the boy you always

wanted.

You have them in hand now.

You have no further use for me.

You might as well peddle me for what you can.

A mountain stronghold or a fleet of ships.

You have misjudged me, Rhaenyra.

All know it.

Jason Lannister knows it.

You said it yourself.

The lords of the realm gather like vultures to a carcass, hoping to feast

on my bones.

It is true that as rulers we must marry for advantage.

To forge alliances and bolster our strength.

You have always understood this.

I myself was promised to your mother when I was ten... Ten and seven years of

age. The Vale had an army to rival the North. I've heard that story since I've

had ears to.

I loved her.

She made a man of me.

I do not seek to replace you, child.

You've been much alone these last few years.

Alone and angry.

I will not live forever.

I wish to see you contented.

Happy even.

You think a man would do it?

A family. I had a family.

What would you have me do? If it was for advantage, you would have wed Lena

Velaryon.

That is true enough.

You must.

marry strengthen your own claim shore up your succession

multiply as to your match

make it yourself search him out

find one that pleases you as i did

Rhaenyra.

I did waver at one time.

But I swear to you now, on your mother's memory, you will not be supplanted.

We have 16, perhaps 18, seaworthy ships.

700 foot, some 60 knights.

Our food quickly dwindles, save for what we can fish from the sea.

I would say we have a fortnight, perhaps a bit longer with strict rationing.

I've made call for Driftmark to send more ships, but they will be weeks away.

We are faltering, and the Triarchy knows it.

We must press the attack.

Continue sending the dragons.

It's pointless, Father.

The Crabfeet has created a chokepoint here.

Beyond these dunes.

Archers hold their high positions, foot soldiers hold the ground.

We strike them on dragonback again and again, but they just retreat within the

caves.

Dragons can circle Bloodstone until they fall out of the sky.

The crab feeder and his men have no reason to leave those caves.

We must give them one.

An offering of flesh to bait the crab.

Who?

Which man here will happily go to his death?

Show me the knight who will march into that hell-bent nephew, and I will show

you a madman. Daemon. Daemon is why we are losing.

He at least is fighting this war.

What role have you played in this council, uncle?

Are you the master of complaints? Enough, Laenor. If King's Landing will

not support Daemon, why should any of us?

Blood or no, Faenor?

I will not have you stoke mutiny.

If you do not seize control of this war, my lord, the crabs will soon dine on all

of us.

Prince Damon, I bring word from His Grace Viserys Targaryen, first of his

name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven

Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.

Brother, I have ordered ten ships and two thousand men to set sail from King's

Landing to join the effort in the Stepstones.

Though time and circumstance have seen us estranged, know that it is not my

desire to see you fail in your cause.

It is instead my hope that this aid will deliver the victory that has thus far

evaded us.

I shall pray nightly to the gods for your safe return.

Knock! Draw!