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but I could not defend my dear sister

I don't want it.

(whispers) He called us bastards.

Viserys: Who had the watch?

there are places across the Narrow Sea...

-(grunting) -Shh.

-Enough. -Lucerys: He was gonna kill Jace!

Viserys: Aemond...

Already the word is spreading, the gossip speculating that I've gone mad.

Perhaps he might have something to say in the matter.

We will speak no more of it.

but now, he will be useless.

The surgeons in Pentos are as well-trained

-I am sorry. -Don't be.

I am at least allowed to mourn my losses.

I lost composure...

Maester Kelvyn: A broken nose is the worst.

You're a landless knight with a lord's taste.

Our marriage...

We were happy enough.

(claps hands) Wench!

(indistinct chatter)

Rhaenyra: My sons are in line to inherit the Iron Throne, Your Grace.

-I do love them. -I know.

I'm no longer a child.

You flatter me, m'lord.

(children shouting)

as our maesters.

Alicent: The insult was training yard bluster.

I even doubted its existence.

You forget yourself.

Laena needed our maesters.

loved them enough.

Your king demands it

This proceeding is at an end.

And ensured my husband's favor will forever rest on her.