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Was... was I named heir to the Iron Throne

hoping to feast on my bones.

unhappy with decisions I made.

Will you insist on taking after him?

(hart bellowing)

(indistinct chatter)

I'm not sure why I must.

Lord Corlys and Prince Daemon are losing their war.

I did not decide to name Rhaenyra my heir on a whim.

without His Grace's leave.

- How land Sharp: Your Grace. - King Viserys: How far?

and serve her as king consort.

You must marry.

His Grace can worry himself to death if he so likes.

I fear the gods did not make me for hunting.

Fuck your whore mother and bastard father!

I saw it in a dream...

(shouts) Even I do not exist above tradition

Larys Strong, the youngest son of our Master of Law, Lord Lyonel.

That I am forever doomed to anger one person

(shouts) Princess, slow down!

- Many of us had assumed... - Many of us, you say?

Show me the knight who will march into that hell pit,

- Dwarfstone? - I'm sending word to Daemon.

I've heard that story since I've had ears to.

As to your match...

Why must every effort on your behalf be resisted

(cheering continues)

To the caves! Now!

Very few among us have been dreamers.

with my mother when I was young,

The girl is a heedless contrarian.

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

(Rhaenyra chuckles) - We should return to camp, Princess.

Is it better for the realm if the Crabfeeder thrives,

first of his name, King of the Andals,

Royal Huntsman: Right here, Your Grace.

Vaemond: If King's Landing will not support Daemon,

the lords of the realm gather like vultures to a carcass,

There's been nothing of the sort, Your Grace. I, I...

I wish to see you contented,

Hail, hail Aegon, the Conqueror-Babe, Second of His Name!

And when your father named me to his Kings guard,