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(epic theme playing)

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(theme concludes)

(muffled chaos)

(indistinct shouting, screaming)

(tense, somber music playing)

(dog barking)

♪

(screaming)
I'll kill them!

I'll kill them all!

Traitors and villains!

- They dare strike at me!
- Your Grace.

- I am the king!
- Your Grace! Yes, yes.

- I am the king!
- Yes, Your Grace.
Uh, please, Your Grace.

(heavy breathing)
Traitors and villains!

Fire from the sky.

This is war!
I declare war!

I declare war!

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Otto Hightower:
The gates have been shut.

The search
progresses.

The villain
will be found.

We mustn't be
shaken by this.

This act.

- The child.
- The child is dead.

His pain is ended.

But what they've done
(sobbing) to-to-to my girl.

Yes.

(Alicent sniffles, cries)

And they will
pay for this.

(sniffling, breathing heavily)

- Who will pay?
- Whosever hand did this
or caused it to be done.

And what if the hand
that's done it

is not who must be blamed?

The gods punish us.
They punish me. (cries)

For what sin?

Daughter, listen to me.

We will mourn
as we must,

but... some good
may yet come of this.

And where were
the members
of this council

while the murderer
threatened their king?

Were you
also threatened,
Your Grace?

Aegon Targaryen (screams):
I could have been!

My son is my legacy!

My son is heir
to the Iron Throne!

And where
were you,

the Lord Commander
of my Kingsguard?

I was abed, Your Grace,
having ordered
the Night's Watch.

Abed.

Abed!

Instead of safeguarding
the sanctity of my family!

Otto:
This is not the time for blind
accusations, Your Grace.

We'll know
who did this
soon enough.

Who did this?
Who d-- What?!

Is there any question
who did this?!

Who would do this
save the bitch queen
of bastards,

the smug cunt
of Dragonstone?

There she sits
across the bay,

on her rock,
laughing at me.

- She's fucking
laughing at me!
- (shatters)

You wished her life
to be spared.

If I may,
Your Grace.

My Lords.

The guard has
detained someone.

The man we apprehended
is known to us.

He's a gold cloak.

Noted for his
brutal nature.

We caught him, fleeing
the Gate of the Gods

with the child's
head in a sack.

- I'll kill him myself.
- We'd do well to get
what information we can

from the blackguard.

I trust in the mastery
of your trade, Lord Larys.

Oh, always studying,
always protocol.

- We know our enemy!
- Ironrod: A king may have

more than one enemy,
Your Grace.

We would do well
to ascertain if this is
your sister's hand...

or if there is
a serpent nestled
closer to our bosoms.

I suppose you're
right, Ironrod.

Could be anyone.

It could be any one of you
in this room.

Lord Jasper is correct.

In one sense,
we must determine
what happened

and...
if we in the Keep
are still in peril.

In another sense,
of course...

it doesn't matter.

You mean
to blame Rhaenyra.

Tell the realm
she has done this.

Aegon:
I'll have the realm
told nothing.

We were assaulted
within our own walls.

Within our own beds.

I will not
be seen as weak.

You're already seen
as weak, Aegon.

(muttering) You fucking...

- (shatters)
- (yells)

A hasty coronation,
a dragon escaping the pit.

The people
see an omen.

They whisper
in the streets.

They say,
perhaps Rhaenyra
should be queen.

And so, you would
name her: monster.

Slayer of infants.

Otto:
I would do more than that.

A funeral progress.
Let them see the child.

Let them look
upon the works

of this pretender
to the throne.

Father.

- My king--
- No.

I will not have
my little son's body

dragged through the street
like a dead dog.

Otto:
Not dragged! Honored!

Escorted to
the dragon pit

to be burned
as a Targaryen prince.

Your Grace.

No. (crying)

Let no one say
I do not grieve.

Jaehaerys was my grandson.

I loved him.

I will not have
him die in vain.

Those who declared
for Rhaenyra,

will they still
support her

when they hear
of her depravity?

Or will they rather
not renounce her?

Jaehaerys will do
more for us now

than a thousand
knights in battle.

You will have your war,
Your Grace.

But if you wait
a short time,

you may yet double
your strength.

Mother.

The Hand sets
on a difficult path,
my darling,

but it, it might be
the right one.

Let the Silent Sisters
ready the prince
for his final journey.

And riding behind him,
his mother the Queen,

and with her,
the Queen Dowager.

No, I do not wish
to be a spectacle.

The realm must see
the sorrow of the crown,

a sorrow best expressed

through its most
gentle souls.

I think you'll all
agree the king himself
must be spared.

- (waves lapping)
- (birds cawing)

(footsteps approach)

Alicent Hightower:
There's to be a funeral
for Jaehaerys.

(sighs)

We've been asked
to ride on a wagon
behind his body.

I don't want to.

Neither do I.

But when a thing
like this happens...

a blow to the king
is a blow to the realm.

When the people
share our grief,
they draw closer to us.

I don't want them closer.

I don't know them.

Sometimes,
we have to pretend.

Why?

We are representatives
of the throne.
We have a duty.

Helaena, what you saw
last night when you came
to my room--

This is for my boy.

(solemn music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

(drumming)

(tense, somber music playing)

♪

(bell tolling)

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(panicked breathing)

(torture devices clink)

I was, I was hired
by Daemon Targaryen.

He paid us.
Half now, half when
the job is done.

- Who is "us"?
- Blood: A-A ratcatcher.

Employed by the household.

I don't know
his right name.

♪

(shouting)
Behold the works
of Rhaenyra Targaryen!

Pretender to the throne!

Kinslayer!

Deepest sympathies,
my Queen.

Gods be with you,
my Queen.

We support you,
Queen Helaena.

herald:
Defiler of the innocent!

♪

Behold the works
of Rhaenyra, the cruel!

Blood:
Are you gonna hurt me?

No.

(panicked breathing)

But I cannot vouch
for His Grace.

(tense music playing)

(Blood breathing quickly)

♪

herald (shouting):
Behold the works
of Rhaenyra Targaryen!

townsperson:
Our Queen!

herald:
Pretender to the throne!

- (crowd murmuring in sympathy)
- Kinslayer!

♪

- townsperson: Queen Helaena!
- (heavy breathing)

- (horse neighs)
- Kingsguard:
What's happening there?

(crowd murmuring)

Kingsguard:
What's going on?
Move it, then!

(indistinct chatter, shouting)

- crowd (shouting):
Queen Helaena!
- Helaena.

♪

- (Helaena whimpers)
- Queen Helaena!

(crowd clamoring)

- (Helaena panicking)
- Helaena.

- Heave! Heave!
- (crowd shouting)

♪

A curse, a curse on Rhaenyra,
the monstrous!

(music swells)

Maester Gerardys:
It is yet unclear how the Keep
itself was breached.

The boy's head was
severed from his body.

Thousands witnessed
the procession.

And they are accusing me
of having a hand in this.

Gerardys:
It appears so.

There have been messages
sent to that effect

throughout the realm.

We must send
our own messages,

denying this
vile allegation.

Gerardys:
I will do so at once,

but I'm not sure
they will be received
in good faith.

And we must double our guard,
here and in Driftmark.

There will be swift
retribution in one form
or another--

I have seen to it,
Your Grace.

Jacaerys Velaryon:
Let me fly out on Vermax.

Rhaenys is needed
in the Gullet and I can
watch for movements

- from King's Landing.
- No.

It must be said
that the damage

to our position
is immeasurable,

at a time when
we most need loyalty
to our cause.

B-But it's a lie.

Having lost my own son,

that I would inflict
such a thing on Helaena,

of all people...

an innocent.

Alfred Broome:
The death of Prince Lucerys

was a shock and an insult.

A mother so aggrieved
might, naturally,

- seek relief in retribution.
- Are you suggesting, Ser Alfred,

that my grief drove me
to order the decapitation
of a child?

I merely thought, perhaps,
an action taken in haste.

Mind yourself.

(sighs)

Did you send assassins
to murder children
in their beds?

I sent the queen's
vengeance for her son.

What did you tell
this "vengeance"?

What did you say
to him, Daemon,

that a boy lies dead
and I am accused

- of killing it?
- Mysaria provided me with names

and a subterfuge.

I was clear
in my instructions:

Aemond, the brother
of Aegon the Usurper.

- I cannot be responsible
for a mistake.
- Cannot be responsible?

If Aemond was not
to be found,

what were your
instructions then?

(sighs)
They did not concern,
in any way,

- that of a little child.
- You said that it was your aim

to spill Hightower blood,

and if not Aemond,
then anyone would do.

- No.
- You have wounded me.

Weakened my claim
to the throne,

my ability
to raise an army,

my standing among
my own council.

I said no.

I don't believe you.

(sighs)

And so
we come to it,
at long last.

(Rhaenyra sighs)

Cannot trust you, Daemon.

I've never trusted
you, wholly...

much though I wished to,
willed myself to.

But now I have seen
that your heart belongs
only to you.

And when I was a child,
I took this as a challenge.

But I am older now.
I have challenges enough.

- I have served
you faithfully.
- Have you?

Or have you used me
as a tool

with which to grasp
at your stolen inheritance?

(clatters)

(Rhaenyra breathing heavily)

When Ser Erryk
brought you
the crown...

did I myself
not place it
upon your brow?

Yes, but before that,

you sought to lead
a council of war

while I labored alone
in my bedchamber.

And afterward,
when I thought it
meet to consider

- the terms our foes
put before us--
- A folly! A folly!

To give up
my brother's throne
to the traitorous lies

- of Otto Hightower!
- My throne, Daemon,

mine!

I think you used
my words as an excuse

to take your
own revenge...

to indulge the darkness
you keep sheathed
within you like a blade.

You think me some
kind of monster--

Oh, I don't know
what to think of you.

I don't know what you are,
or who it is you serve.

(stammers) Am I not
on my way, even now,

to Harrenhal to raise
an army in your name,
Rhaenyra?! Yours!

Do you accept me
as your queen and ruler?

Or do you cling,
even now, to what
you think you lost?

- What I think I lost?
- You did not lose it.

You gave it away...

because you thought
ever and only
of your own glory,

and not of my father
in his grief

- who needed you.
- Your father was a coward

who knew I was
the stronger son,

that I was
the leader of men

and he was afraid
to be seen in my shadow.

Is that what you understand
of your own brother?

Oh, you know him
better than I do,

who was raised
at his side?

Do you believe
he made you heir

because of your
great wisdom?

Because of your virtue?

- How dare you--
- Or did he merely
use you as a tool

to put me in my place

because he was
afraid of me?

Because he knew your legacy,
unlike mine,

would never
outshine his own.

He was not afraid
of you, Daemon!

He could not trust you...

any more than I can trust you.

He was a fool...
who sought greatness

but shrank
from spilling blood
to achieve it.

And I see you will
suffer the same fate.

You struck down a child.

It was a mistake.

(sighs)
You're pathetic.

(heavy breathing)

(intense music playing)

Father?

♪

You wish to see me,
Your Grace?

When morning comes,
take Moondancer

and keep a watch
on King's Landing.

I must know
which course
they take next.

I will be vigilant.

I depend on you,
Baela.

Stay high and keep
your distance.

We can afford
no further mistakes.

♪

My father?

He must follow
his own path.

♪

(Caraxes screeching)

(grumbling)

♪

(screeching)

(music fades out)

(birds chirping)

(solemn music playing)

♪

If you please,
m'lord.

♪

(softly chattering)

♪

(music fades out)

Have you
told anyone?

(softly)
What do you take me for?

One who seeks
absolution.

There is none
for what I've done.

(tense music playing)

♪

(music fades out)

(indistinct chatter)

(bell tolling)

What is this?

It's a reminder
of yesterday, I think.

The procession
was muddy.

- I'll replace it hence.
- Do it now.

The night was long,
Ser Criston,

- and I had not eaten--
- You defy my authority,
Ser Arryk.

- I do not.
- The white cloak is a symbol
of our purity...

our fidelity.

Kingsguard are
a sacred trust.

Will you so easily sully
our ancient honor?

(indistinct chatter)

I have erred,
my lord.

I'll remedy
the error.

Where were you
when Jaehaerys
was murdered?

With King Aegon.

And you were not
in the private quarters

where you might have
prevented the crime.

His Grace wished
to entertain his companions
in the throne room.

But if you had thought
to go upstairs--

Where were you,
Lord Commander?

And why has Helaena the queen
been granted no sworn protector?

Surely once
she ascended, she--

Your brother is
a thief and a traitor

to the crown!

You well know
how it pains me.

How are we to know that
you do not secretly share

- his sentiments?
- I denounced him
before the king.

We were one soul
in two bodies, yes.

If I'd shared his sentiments,
I would've fled with him.

First,
your brother
betrays us.

(laughs) And then
the young prince...

is murdered...
on your watch.

You are mad, Ser.

- Mad! You cannot think
that I did this!
- What I think has no relevance!

You have brought disgrace
upon our ranks...

and now you must
restore it.

- How am I to do that?
- (metal clatters)

You will go
to Dragonstone

and strike down Rhaenyra
in her own halls.

The way she sought
to do with Aemond.

We will pay
the princess back
in her own bloody coin.

- Alone?
- Does your courage
fail you, Ser Arryk?

It's not a matter
of courage.

The castle is defended
against all enemies,
now especially.

- How would I enter?
- Your twin serves there

at the pleasure
of the so-called queen.

They will mistake
you for him
if you play the part.

We are sworn
to serve forthrightly,

not to traffic
in deception.

Put down
the pretender

and you will end a war
before it begins.

- If they see the two of us--
- You must not let that happen.

- You would send me
to my death.
- Or to triumph.

(softly)
And glory.

Now, will you go?

Or must I question
your loyalty to the king?

As you command...
my lord.

(Baela shoots arrow)

You missed supper.

I wasn't hungry.

I don't think
anyone was, really.

Too many
empty seats.

Do you know
where he went?

- (shoots arrow)
- Harrenhal, I would think.

Sometimes I think
I hate him.

It's hard...
with fathers.

Baela Targaryen:
What do you remember
of my uncle?

Jacaerys:
He taught us to catch fish...

and sing
sailors' shanties.

He had a weakness
for cake.

And...
Ser Harwin Strong?

He was gentle,
and fierce.

- They called him "Breakbones."
- (Baela chuckles)

He loved us...
I think.

Of course, he did.

(deep breath)

I miss Luke.

(drum and harp
music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

(laughter)

Daemon sent them
to kill me.

I was out.

You were with me.

In truth,
I am proud...

that he considers me
such a foe.

And that he seeks
to murder me in my bed.

He's afraid of me.

As well he should be.

The boy is grown
into a man.

Mm. No. Not here.

Hm.

I do regret
that business
with Luke.

I lost my temper
that day.

I am sorry for it.

Madam Sylvi:
I am glad to hear it.

They used to tease me,
you know?

Because I was different.

I would remind you
only that when princes
lose their temper,

it is often others
who suffer.

The smallfolk...
Like me.

Hugh:
How is she?

- (child coughing)
- Kat: Much the same.

- (street chatter)
- (metal clanking)

(coughs)

The markets
have been running low
since the blockade.

Surely the city
cannot yet be
short of food.

I think not,
but people are afraid.

Those with means are hoarding
everything they can.

I walked two hours today
to find a chicken for the pot

and paid three times
as much as I should have.

(child coughing)

The selfishness
of people.

I cannot blame
anyone for doing

what I myself
would do if I could.

I don't think you'd
let children go hungry

while you filled
your own cellars.

Lucky we don't have
enough coin to find out.

The king has promised
us some relief.

Did he say when?

I'm afraid, Hugh.

(indistinct chatter, shouting)

I see all your
great adventures

have done nothing
for your looks.

(chuckles)

Well met, brother,
after many months away.

(sighs)

I missed you.

(chuckles)
Did you slay
many pirates?

Alyn of Hull:
Oh, more than you, to be sure.

Addam of Hull:
Ha, a jest.

One you may regret
as you're supping
alone tonight.

I regret it already.

I've broken my teeth
on hard tack, Addam.

Say you have a pot
of your goat stew
simmering at home.

You're in luck.

In more ways than one.

I hear Lord Corlys
himself commended you
for your service to him.

- He did.
- Will you sail with him

when his ship
has been repaired?

I am one
of a dozen shipwrights
now called from Hull

to attend
with all speed
to your fleet.

He made no offer.

And I would rather he didn't,
truth be told.

Addam:
Do not be foolish, Alyn.

To serve with the Sea Snake
is to make your fortune.

Had I such a chance,
I would leap at it.

That's because
you haven't seen
what I've seen.

There is a war
brewing, Addam.

- A real one.
- Another opportunity
to distinguish yourself.

- Remind him of your worth.
- Oh, I need no favors.

But, brother,
he owes you,
he owes us.

Does the stew have
carrots in it?

(chuckling)

(birds cawing)

I mistrust this silence.

Daemon flies
when we most need
his hand at the oar.

Devotion has never
sat well with him.

Where he goes,
he wishes to be
his own master.

Well, he is
the king consort.

But he is not
the king.

Neither am I,
but I manage.

I too have felt
the crown pass over me.

It is a hard thing
to accept.

And now Viserys is dead
and all claims are in doubt.

You do not think...
Daemon will challenge her?

Not as such.

But neither can
he allow her
to command him.

Pity.

I have, on occasion,
found that to be...
quite enjoyable.

(chuckles)

Let us take him
at his word.

If he can take Harrenhal,
all may well be forgiven.

In the meantime,
I am here.

And Meleys.

(deep breath)

We will not let
the queen falter.

(light, tense music playing)

(footsteps approach)

The lady Mysaria,
Your Grace.

You're aware
of yesterday's events
in King's Landing?

I am.

Tell me what
part you played
in their unfolding.

I had nothing
to do with it.

I know you are
entwined with
the usurpers,

that you aided them
in denying me my birthright.

I took profits
from an inevitability.

I regret it now.

I'm sure you do.

Who are you?

A prisoner.

I gave Daemon two names.
That is the extent of it.

And I did not wish
to do that much.

He said it was
the price of my freedom.

Does he say otherwise?

Rhaenyra Targaryen:
He is gone.

For how long?

A week, or forever.
I do not know.

He does do that...
doesn't he?

You remember
me now.

He said he would
marry you.

- He said you carried his child.
- Not everyone found
the jest funny.

And now it seems
he's done it again,

made a promise
and then slipped away.

You trade in the secrets
of the Red Keep.

Your web runs unseen
through King's Landing.

And now...
when my enemy coils
himself to strike at me--

I can do nothing now

but ask you to honor
your husband's words.

It would not serve me
to set you free.

At best,
I lose an asset
to my cause.

At worst,
you betray me
in some foul way.

I have no interest
in betraying you,
Your Grace.

So you say.

I was brought
to Westeros
with nothing.

I toiled in service,
I stole.

I sold my own body
for coin or bread.

And I listened.

I collected confidences.
I made myself valuable
to powerful men.

Bit by bit,
I earned my living.

A house,
a household,
a home.

Then they set it
all aflame.

- Who did?
- The Hightowers,
I can only assume.

The Hand... did not like it
when I showed my teeth.

But I thank him for it.

For too long, I made it
my aim to be of consequence.

But now,
I see that was
the wish of a child.

Daemon.
Otto Hightower.

Makes no difference.

They will never
accept me.

(chuckling) I might as well
have remained a whore.

How did you get that scar?

(birds cawing)

(dragon screeches)

♪

(screeches)

(grumbles)

♪

(indistinct street chatter)

(smallfolk chattering)

(smallfolk weeping)

(tense music playing)

Oh no.

My son.

(woman weeping)

(wailing)

♪

- Who are they?
- Ratcatchers.

In the king's employ.

What'd they do?

(weeping continues)

♪

(whimpering)

(music fades out)

What have you done?

The ratcatchers!

Oh... I had
them hanged.

The maggot who took
my son confessed
to an accomplice.

He could not say
for certain which
man it was, so...

- Idiot!
- Beware how you speak
to your king, my lord.

The king is my grandson
and my grandson is a fool!

He's worse than a fool!
He's murdered innocent men!

- And one guilty one.
- And hanged them from the walls
of the city for all to see!

Plot against the king,
and I will pay it back a hun--

They are fathers
and brothers and sons!

And their wives and children
gather now at our gates to weep

and curse your name!

With your
child's blood,

we bought
their approval.

With your
mother's tears,

we made a bitter sacrifice

against
the deprivations
to come.

And you've thrown it away.

After all
I've done for you.

Thoughtless,
feckless...

self-indulgent.

At least I did something.

I have not answered
injury to the crown
with, what?

Wailing
and currying favor
with the fishwives?

I will not be thought weak.

Even now,
news of Rhaenyra's
monstrous crime

spreads through the realm.

The great houses falter.

They cannot
but come to our side.

I wish to spill
blood, not ink!

We must act.

Ser Criston Cole
has acted.

And what... has
Ser Criston Cole done?

He has sent Ser Arryk
to slay Rhaenyra.

Alone?

He's pretending to be
his own twin. Brilliant.

Gods help us all.

It's time
the bitch queen
paid a price.

And you acceded
to this, this prank

without consulting me
or the council?

Instead of judgment,
you display impetuousness,

and diminish us
in the eyes
of our enemy!

Ill-considered, trifling!

Do you never think
of your father?

His...

forbearance, his...

judiciousness, his...

his... dignity.

Fuck dignity!
I want revenge.

My father is dead.

He is.

And we are
the poorer for it.

He was right about you.

He made me king.

(Otto laughs)

Is that what you think?

Aegon:
Remove your badge, Ser Otto.

You were
my father's Hand.

Not mine.

Take it off.

You wouldn't dare.

(low chuckle)

I have dared...

and I find it
stimulating.

Insolent pup.

You think
yourself clever,

but without a strong
Hand at your side...

to guide?

Give it to Cole.

Your Grace?

In this hour,
you have proven yourself
of more worth

than a hundred old men.

My new Hand
will be a steel fist.

You will regret this.

Give it to him.

You are dismissed.

(footsteps passing)

(birds chirping)

(door closes)

Rhaenyra:
I do not know if I trust you.

And I sense that
there is danger
in you yet.

But I will keep
the word of my house

if you say that
it was given.

You may go.

(deep breath)
Your Grace.

Rhaenyra:
There's a Velaryon ship
in the harbor

bound for Myr
by way of Pentos.

I will see that you
are given passage.

I'm not so unworldly
as to let you fly free.

I am--
Thank you.

Ser Erryk, Mysaria
will be leaving us.

Let her collect
her things.

Then have someone
take her down

and secure her berth
on the "Corwyn."

Your Grace.

(light music playing)

(birds cawing)

(exhales)

(tense, suspicious
music playing)

A moment.

♪

guard:
Ser Erryk...

- I thought you were within.
- A sorry lack of vigilance.

The enemy is about,
good ser.

(door closes)

♪

(exhales, sniffs)

♪

♪

♪

Elinda:
Please try and lay down,
Your Grace.

Rhaenyra:
Thank you, Elinda.

♪

Ser Erryk.

It's been
a strange day.

I'm restless.
I will stand this
evening's duty.

(music intensifies)

Elinda:
You must sleep tonight,
Your Grace.

Let me ask the maester
for a draught.

Perhaps that
would be best.

Thank you, Elinda.

♪

(door opening)

Ser Erryk?

Believe me...
I had no choice.

- I don't understand.
- (door opens)

(shouts)
Brother!

(tense music playing)

Do not do this.

I beg you.

You were the one
who betrayed us, Erryk.

♪

- (grunting)
- (Elinda screams)

(Elinda whimpers)

(Rhaenyra gasping)

(grunting)

Run, Elinda!
Run and find Ser Lorent!

(heavy breathing)

(grunting)

- (slices)
- (yells)

(Rhaenyra panting)

(grunting)

(panting)

- Your Grace!
- Ser Lorent!

(grunting)

Lorent Marbrand:
With me, Your Grace!

(jiggling doorknob)

Which?!
Which is Erryk?!

(yelling, grunting)

(yells)

- We were born together.
- You parted us!

But I still
love you, brother.

(yells)

(labored breathing)

(yells)

(yells)

(quiet gasp)

(crying)

(body thuds)

(labored breathing)

(footsteps approach)

Your Grace.

Erryk.

Forgive me.

- No!
- (grunts)

No!

(whimpering)

Otto:
It is ignorance and vanity.

You know as well
as I do that Aegon
must be kept in check.

As does Ser Criston.
The two of them together...

Ser Criston is
not temperate...

but his devotion
cannot be questioned.

- If it does come to war--
- He's ensured it.

He's young
and unschooled.

His faith is
in steel and bone.

He has not
the long view.

None of them do.

They wish now
not for the good
of the realm,

but for the petty
satisfaction
of vengeance.

(Alicent exhales)

Aegon is
still malleable.

It is the death
of the child that
has unstrung him.

I can't stay here.

Exiled from the council.

Witness to
the blundering
of our plans.

I'll return to Oldtown.

The Hightowers
still have strength,

and you have
a son there

who will take more
kindly to instruction.

Daeron may yet help us
in weeks to come.

Go rather
to Highgarden.

The Tyrells must
be taken in hand.

Their bannermen
are wavering.

While you're gone,
I'll speak sense to him.

His blood will cool.

In time,
you may yet return.

The young
are peacocks...

all shrieking
and feathers.

But we will yet prevail
and bring forth peace,
I still believe it.

As long as you
and I hold fast.

(choking breaths)

I have sinned.

I do not wish
to hear of it.

(Aegon crying)

(melancholy music playing)

(crying)

(crickets chirping)

(music fades out)

(Alicent breathing heavily)

(grunting)

(tense music playing)

(quiet moaning)

(music fades out)

(intense music playing)

♪