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It's been near six years

since I last saw

my lord husband, maester.

I must know... will he live?

He led his sailors

into an ambush.

A ship made to look

as if it were abandoned.

In the fighting, his neck was slashed

by a corsair's dagger.

He fell overboard into the sea.

The wound was severe.

Much blood was lost.

But the greater concern

is the fever that followed.

The ship's maester said

he burns from within.

The ravens came in from?

Evenfall, Princess.

So they arrive in three days.

Let all be made ready to receive him,

Maester Kelvyn.

- The Sea Snake is strong.

Hmm.

No doubt.

And yet, I have seen blood fever

overcome men half his age.

I will not suffer the talk

of crows in my house, Vaemond.

I love my brother...

but we must be honest with ourselves.

We may greet his ship to find him gone.

And who will take the Driftwood Throne?

My grandmother seems

quite comfortable here.

She presides only in the absence

of her husband.

On his death, the seat passes.

To Lucerys Velaryon.

As is my lord husband's desire.

I am the Sea Snake's own blood,

the closest kin he has left.

Be careful, good-brother.

One could take your words for treason.

I speak the truth, Rhaenys.

And you know it.

The matter has been decided.

By a man whose ambition

has brought down on us

calamity after calamity.

My brother cares only

for the history books.

But what of the Velaryon line?

Is it to be snuffed out,

supplanted by the pups of House Strong?

Driftmark is mine by all rights.

And while I should like your support,

I do not need it.

The winds have shifted.

The Crown has good reason

to take my side.

My cousin the King

would have your tongue for this.

But it's not a king who sits

the Iron Throne these days, good-sister.

It's a queen.

The Conqueror and

his sisters sailed with a great army.

And landed

at the Blackwater Rush.

At the end?

- The mouth.

- Mouth!

Oh, come on, Jace, you knew that.

Come on, Jace.

- Perhaps that's enough for this morning.

- No, no. I want to keep going.

Maester.

Aegon... ordered

that the trees should be...

- ...killed.

Felled.

It is a related word.

I don't expect you to learn

High Valyrian in a day, Jace.

A king should honor

the traditions of his forbears.

Well... unless you're planning

to depose your own mother,

you have plenty of time to study.

Leave us.

Joffrey... come.

He means to call into question

Luke's legitimacy.

And by extension, Jace,

and by extension,

my own claim to the throne.

Vaemond cares only about Driftmark

and the Velaryon line.

Not about our politics.

Has he made common cause

with Otto Hightower yet?

Mmm. This is what I fear.

Rhaenys has flown to court.

Surely, she cannot

be planning to back him.

No. Whatever disagreements

we may have had,

she's not cruel...

- or stupid enough to do that.

- Disagreements?

She believes we had her son killed

so that we might marry.

Yes... and yet,

she's taken Baela to ward.

Yes. It is Laena's memory she honors.

She has no love for us.

Has the vipers' venom spread so far?

Those vipers rule in my father's name.

And my father...

What choice do I have?

To King's Landing, then.

All hail Rhaenyra

of House Targaryen,

Princess of Dragonstone

and heir to the Iron Throne

and her royal consort,

Prince Daemon Targaryen.

Welcome back, Princess.

Lord Caswell.

I would say it's nice to be home,

but I scarcely recognize it.

Hmm.

We have continued

to enjoy improved customs duties

since the settling of the Stepstones.

And the extent to which we exploit those

is contingent on

the harbor master's receipts.

Of which, um,

uh, the septons have requested

half that again for a bronze bust

they wish to commission

- for the Festival of the Mother...

...which I would not recommend.

Thank you for that exhaustive

accounting, Lord Beesbury.

I remind you--

Your guests have arrived, Your Grace.

I trust they've been welcomed

as befits their station.

As you instructed,

Lord Hand.

It was my understanding Lord Corlys

wished for his grandson Lucerys

to succeed him as Lord of the Tides.

The boy has been raised most of his life

away from Driftmark.

He can fly a dragon, yes,

but can he command a fleet?

Ability does not alter his claim.

The Sea Snake has never

formally named him as heir,

if it comes to that.

The Crown must choose

what is best for the realm.

He is Laenor's son.

What grounds could there be--

What indeed, Lord Beesbury.

What indeed.

We shall hear

Princess Rhaenyra's petition,

along with those of the other claimants

on the morrow.

- I do beg your pardon, my lords.

I must greet our guests.

Shall we levy a tax

on the sale of new wool?

Your Grace...

a matter has arisen

that requires your attention.

Whatever it is, Ser Arryk,

it'll need to wait.

- I'm Erryk, Your Grace.

- Of course. My apologies, ser.

It's about the Prince.

There's been a delicate situation

in his apartments.

Father?

- Who goes there?

Father.

It's me, my king.

Rhaenyra.

I'm here with Daemon.

Daemon?

Daemon?

Daemon.

Help me up.

Oh...

It has been so long.

The Sea Snake has taken a grave wound

in battle in the Stepstones.

When?

We won that war years ago.

No.

The Triarchy is resurgent.

The fighting is anew.

There's... There is a petition to decide

upon the succession of Driftmark

and the heir to the Driftwood Throne.

Petitions?

Alicent and Otto...

they see to all that business now.

No, brother, listen to me.

You are to affirm

your position for Lucerys...

to be Corlys Velaryon's successor.

Has something happened

to Lord Corlys?

Father...

there's someone we wish

to introduce you to.

Daemon.

Brother.

Who is that?

Father...

this is Aegon.

Aegon.

And this... is Viserys.

Viserys.

Now that is a name fit for a king.

Oh...

Oh, oh...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm so--

I'm sorry. I'm sor--

Please.

- My tea. My tea.

- What tea? This?

Yes. Yes.

Yes.

Ah!

I brought her here immediately.

She's seen no one else, Your Grace.

Come here, sweetling.

Tell me your name.

It's Dyana, Your Grace.

If it please you.

Dyana. What a pretty name.

I understand you've found

yourself in some trouble.

I was fetching the Prince his wine,

and I put it on his table,

and when I turned--

I didn't see him.

I asked him to stop, Your Grace.

I did, truly...

you must believe me.

Thank you for telling me, Dyana.

I know it wasn't your fault.

I believe you.

You do?

I do.

But what I worry about...

is what others might believe.

You were alone with the Prince,

were you not?

Yes, I--

And no one else saw what happened

between the two of you.

If anyone else were to hear about this--

I haven't told anyone.

You told Ser Erryk

and Talya and now me.

And though I believe

you are not to blame,

others might not be so trusting.

They might think you were trying

to besmirch the Prince, or worse...

that you're the sort of girl

that might have enticed him

in the first place.

And you know what happens

to girls like that.

I wouldn't dream of breathing

another word to anyone, Your Grace.

I swear it on my life.

I know you won't.

For your troubles.

The tea, Your Grace.

It's best to be certain.

Get up.

Aegon!

Get up!

Mother?

What is it?

- "What is it? What is it?

What is it?"

That's all you can say for yourself?

Has something happened?

Dyana.

Hmm?

The serving girl.

For the gods' sake.

The girl, Aegon. The one

you sent fleeing from your company.

Oh, it was just harmless fun.

She didn't need to go

and get upset about it.

Think of the shame on your wife, on me.

How can you keep carrying on like this,

especially on a day like today?

Why? What is it today?

You are no son of mine.

I did not ask for this.

I've done everything you've asked me to,

and I try so...

I try so hard, but it will never

be enough for you or Father.

Have you seen Dyana?

She's supposed to dress the children.

He looks like a different person.

I believe we should also

consult Maester Gerardys.

Perhaps if he could see the King,

he'd suggest a different--

Princess Rhaenyra.

And Prince Daemon.

Hmm.

It has been so long since we were

granted the joy of your presence.

Indeed, Your Grace.

Though not long enough

to merit a greeting upon our arrival.

I'm sure the Queen

had pressing business, my love.

What can either of us

know of ruling a kingdom?

I do not rule, as you well know.

My father and I are mere

stewards of the King's will and wisdom.

And how exactly

is that wisdom expressed?

Hmm?

In blinks and wheezes?

I'd be surprised if he could remember

his own name.

- Or if you could.

- King Viserys's condition

- has worsened since you saw him last.

It subjects him to considerable pain.

- On the advice of the maesters--

- Oh, the maesters.

Of course. It is they who keep him...

addled on milk of the poppy

while the Hightowers warm his throne.

Rhaenyra, if you would

see him without it,

- almost blind with suffering.

- Oh.

Alicent, I have no doubt

it was an act of the purest mercy,

but tell me, for the King's suffering,

did the maesters also prescribe

the removal of Targaryen heraldry

and the installation in its stead

of various statues and stars?

The emblems of the Seven serve only

- to guide us on an uncertain path.

- To remind us of a higher authority.

- And on the morrow,

which authority will sit in judgment

of my son's claim

on his own inheritance?

- That would be mine... and the Hand's.

Ah.

But be assured,

the Father is just and commands me

to forget the accusations

you have hurled in this room today.

- Smaller than I remember.

- It looks exactly the same.

Oh, Luke, come on.

See? I told you

this would still be here.

And you thought you could swing

Criston's morningstar.

And you almost took your own head off.

- What's your problem?

- Everyone's staring at us.

Yeah!

No one would question me

being heir to Driftmark...

if...

if I looked more

like Ser Laenor Velaryon

than Ser Harwin Strong.

It doesn't matter what they think.

Well done, my prince.

You'll be winning tourneys

in no time.

I don't give a shit about tourneys.

Nephews...

have you come to train?

Open the gate!

Hold your nerve, my queen.

What we do,

we do for the good of the realm.

I must confess a certain uneasiness

now this is at hand.

- He may yet live.

- But we must be prepared if he does not.

The realm has enjoyed a long peace,

a credit to the work of both

Jaehaerys and Viserys,

but the threat of war looms

and may arrive on our shores.

When it does,

will you want a child at the command

of the greatest fleet in Westeros?

Oh, we must, of course...

act in the interest of our subjects.

The next Lord of the Tides

will be deeply in your debt, Your Grace.

As will Driftmark...

in all its strength.

Grandmother?

Rhaena.

Baela said you might be here.

She's done well as your ward.

You've, um...

raised her admirably.

You honor me, Princess.

Might I speak

to the Princess alone, Rhaena?

Princess.

I wondered for many an hour

what your purpose was in coming here.

Whether you'd speak for or against

the suit brought by Ser Vaemond.

But then, I realized...

you intend to advocate for yourself.

This is no fair proceeding.

It is a trap set by the Queen

and the Hand, I'd wager,

to proclaim my son illegitimate.

Yet you did worse than that with Laenor.

Did you not?

I loved your son.

You may not believe it

to be true, but I did.

I did not order his death.

Nor was I complicit in it.

I swear this to you.

I'll make you an offer.

Back Luke's claim,

and let us betroth

Laena's children to mine.

Baela will be

Queen of the Seven Kingdoms

and her sons

will be heirs to the throne.

Rhaena will rule in Driftmark, and...

the seat will pass to her and Lucerys's

children in time.

A generous offer.

- Or a desperate one.

- What does it matter?

You are right in this, at least.

It does not matter.

You can bargain with me all you like.

Bring my granddaughter

with you to soften my resolve.

But tomorrow,

the Hightowers land their first blow.

They force you to your knees...

and I must stand alone.

Alicent?

Alicent...

No, it's Rhaenyra, Father.

Rhaenyra.

"The Song of Ice and Fire."

Do you believe it to be true?

Aegon's dream.

You told me

it was our duty to hold

the realm united against a common foe.

By naming me heir,

you divided the realm.

I thought I wanted it.

But the burden is a heavy one.

It's too heavy.

My...

My only child.

If you wish me to bear it,

then defend me.

And my children.

It's...

I want to have supper, Otto.

- It is the morning, Your Grace.

- Tonight.

The whole of my family

are gathered at the Red Keep.

I want us to dine together.

Bring milk of the poppy.

No.

Just arrange the supper.

Though it is the great hope

of this court

that Lord Corlys Velaryon

survive his wounds,

we gather here with the grim task

of dealing with

the succession of Driftmark.

As Hand, I speak with

the King's voice on this

and all other matters.

The Crown will now hear the petitions.

Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon.

My queen.

My lord Hand.

The history of our noble houses

extends beyond the Seven Kingdoms

to the days of Old Valyria.

For as long as House Targaryen

has ruled the skies,

House Velaryon has ruled the seas.

When the Doom fell on Valyria,

our houses became

the last of their kind.

Our forebearers came to this new land,

knowing that were they to fail,

it would mean the end

to their bloodlines and their name.

I have spent my entire life on Driftmark

defending my brother's seat.

I am Lord Corlys's closest kin,

his own blood.

The true, unimpeachable blood

of House Velaryon runs through my veins.

As it does in my sons,

the offspring of Laenor Velaryon.

If you cared so much

about your house's blood, Ser Vaemond,

you would not be so bold as

to supplant its rightful heir.

No, you only speak for yourself

and for your own ambition.

You will have chance to make

your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra.

Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy

of allowing his to be heard.

What do you know

of Velaryon blood, Princess?

I could cut my veins and show it to you

and you still wouldn't recognize it.

This is about the future

and survival of my house, not yours.

My queen, my lord Hand.

This is a matter of blood, not ambition.

I place the continuation of the survival

of my house and my line above all.

I humbly put myself before you

as my brother's successor...

the Lord of Driftmark

and Lord of the Tides.

Thank you, Ser Vaemond.

Princess Rhaenyra, you may now speak

for your son, Lucerys Velaryon.

If I am to grace this farce

with some answer,

I will start by reminding the court

that nearly 20 years ago, in this very--

King Viserys of House Targaryen,

the First of His Name,

King of the Andals and the Rhoynar

and the First Men,

Lord of the Seven Kingdoms

and Protector of the Realm.

I will sit the throne today.

Your Grace.

I will be fine. I will be fine.

I said I'm fine.

Come on.

Steady.

I must... admit... my confusion.

I do not understand

why petitions are being heard

over a settled succession.

The only one present...

who might offer keener insight

into Lord Corlys's wishes

is the Princess Rhaenys.

Indeed, Your Grace.

It was ever my husband's

will that Driftmark

pass through Ser Laenor

to his trueborn son...

Lucerys Velaryon.

His mind never changed.

Nor did my support of him.

As a matter of fact,

the Princess Rhaenyra

has just informed me of her desire

to marry her sons Jace and Luke

to Lord Corlys's granddaughters,

Baela and Rhaena.

A proposal to which I heartily agree.

Well...

the matter is settled.

Again.

I hereby reaffirm

Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon

as heir to Driftmark,

the Driftwood Throne,

and the next Lord of the Tides.

You break law...

and centuries of tradition

to install your daughter as heir.

Yet you dare tell me...

who deserves

to inherit the name Velaryon.

No.

I will not allow it.

"Allow it"?

Do not forget yourself, Vaemond.

That is no true Velaryon,

and certainly no nephew of mine.

Go to your chambers.

You have said enough.

Lucerys is my true-born grandson.

And you...

are no more

than the second son of Driftmark.

You... may run your house

as you see fit...

but you will not decide

the future of mine.

My house survived the Doom

and a thousand tribulations besides.

And gods be damned...

I will not see it ended

on the account of this--

Say it.

Her children...

are bastards!

And she...

is...

a whore.

I...

will have your tongue for that.

He can keep his tongue.

- Disarm him!

- No need.

Call the maesters!

- Father?

Please, my love.

You must take something for the pain.

I will not cloud my mind.

I must put things right.

The body will be ready for its return

to Driftmark on the morrow, my lady.

You may wish to leave the Silent Sisters

to their work.

It is ill luck to look

upon the face of death.

The Stranger has visited me more times

than I can count, Grand Maester.

I assure you...

he cares little whether my eyes

are open or closed.

How good it is

to see you all tonight...

together.

- Prayer before we begin?

- Yes.

May the Mother smile down

on this gathering with love.

May the Smith mend the bonds

that have been broken for far too long.

And to Vaemond Velaryon,

may the gods give him rest.

This is an occasion for celebration,

it seems.

My grandsons, Jace and Luke,

will marry their cousins,

Baela and Rhaena,

further strengthening the bond

between our houses.

A toast to the young princes...

- and their betrothed.

- Hear, hear!

Well done, Jace.

You'll finally get to lie with a woman.

Let us toast as well Prince Lucerys...

the future Lord of the Tides.

Hear, hear.

You'll be great.

You do know

how the act is done, I assume?

At least in principle?

Where to put your cock and all that.

Let it be, cousin.

You can play the jester if you wish,

but hold your tongue

before my betrothed.

Hmm.

It both gladdens my heart

and fills me with sorrow

to see these faces around the table.

The faces most dear

to me in all the world...

yet grown so distant from each other...

in the years past.

My own face...

is no longer a handsome one...

if indeed it ever was.

But tonight...

I wish you to see me as I am.

Not just a king...

but your father.

Your brother.

Your husband...

and your grandsire.

Who may not, it seems...

walk for much longer among you.

Let us no longer hold

- ill feelings in our hearts.

The Crown cannot stand strong

if the House of the Dragon

remains divided.

- But set aside your grievances.

If not for the sake of the Crown...

then for the sake of this old man

who loves you all

so dearly.

I wish to raise my cup

to Her Grace, the Queen.

I love my father.

But I must admit

that no one has stood...

more loyally by his side

than his good wife.

She has tended to him with...

unfailing devotion,

love, and honor.

And for that, she has my gratitude...

and my apology.

Your graciousness

moves me deeply, Princess.

We are both mothers

and we love our children.

We have more in common

than we sometimes allow.

I raise my cup to you and to your house.

You will make a fine queen.

I, um...

I regret the disappointment

you are soon to suffer.

But if you ever wish to know

what it is to be well satisfied,

- all you have to do is ask.

Jace.

To Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond.

We have not seen each other in years,

but I have fond memories

of our shared youth.

And as men, I hope we may

yet be friends and allies.

To you and your family's

good health, dear uncles.

To you as well.

Beware the beast beneath the boards.

Well done, my boys.

I would like to toast

to Baela and Rhaena.

They'll be married soon.

It isn't so bad.

Mostly he just ignores you...

except sometimes when he's drunk.

- Good.

- Let us have some music.

Excuse me.

Guards.

Please, sit down.

Final tribute.

To the health of my nephews,

Jace...

Luke...

and Joffrey.

Each of them handsome, wise...

- strong.

- Aemond.

Come...

let us drain our cups to these three...

- Strong boys.

- I dare you to say that again.

Why? 'Twas only a compliment.

- Do you not think yourself Strong?

Jace!

That is enough!

Why would you say such a thing

before these people?

I was merely expressing how proud I am

of my family, Mother.

Mmm. Though it seems my nephews

aren't quite as proud of theirs.

Wait, wait!

Go to your quarters.

All of you go, now.

Hmm.

Rhaenyra.

It's best, I think,

if we go back to Dragonstone.

You've only just arrived.

Let me see the children home.

I'll, um...

return on dragonback.

The King and I would both like that.

It's been quite a night

at the castle, it seems.

Yes, my lady.

Come on, come on.

- That's it.

Oh...

Well done.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

But you wanted to know...

if I believe it to be true.

Believe what to be true, my king?

Don't you remember?

Aegon...

Our son?

His dream.

The Song of Ice... and Fi--

It is true.

What he saw in the North.

The Prince That Was Promised.

I don't understand, Viserys.

The Prince.

Prince Aegon?

To unite the realm

against the cold... and the dark.

It is you.

You are the one.

You must do this.

You must do this.

I understand, my king.

No more.

No more.

My love.