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Or else it's this swamp air, or--

Criston Cole: We would do better to await the Hightower host

but neither have I sent any message.

There's no food.

So, why would she be on the small council?

(music softens)

(footsteps approach)

And I must not go to battle myself...

(smallfolk shouting nearby)

There ain't nothing left.

He'll be most pleased to shelter Rhaenyra's

I need help, Alys.

Retribution for their lord's demise.

They still look to you to ensure their well-being.

(light music playing)

(crying) Daemon, she's gone.

You served the realm well...

(indistinct chatter)

(inhales) I have lost Princess Rhaenys

I know it's difficult, but--

Hugh: You, where'd you get that food?!

Isn't that strange?

-Who could do it? -You.

(Seasmoke screeches)

You are not the player, but a piece on the board.

youngest sons in Pentos.

I have an errand for the Lady Mysaria.

And somehow, none of it matters.

Jeyne Arryn: I bring good news, Rhaena.

My lungs were strong, but my foot

that puts Aemond's newfound position in jeopardy.

Dyana: Aught to eat with it?

(dragonkeeper speaks High Valyrian)

The ghosts, the curses, the blasted weirwood bed!

lest I am slain or captured,

If he wrote letters, it would be to you.

of Targaryen superiority as dragonriders,

So long as he's seen as this indestructible,

But I'm afraid you will never be whole.

Bartimos Celtigar: ...I am far from alone among your councilors

This one stopped singing.

(muttering softly)

He's lucky I did not have his tongue.

(normal) He wished to possess me,

The lady Mysaria.

Mm, you'll see it done.

(DRAGON GROWLS)

that psychological battle is very important.

Don't want my men to get the wrong idea.

Is this an order or a request?

This council has need of a tempering voice.

worker: Up, up, up!

which, sadly, are quickly visited upon him.

People will pity you

It is more his way to disappear.

understanding that relationship.

It was a bold attempt.

She plied her craft, but...

The crown. She spared it no thought.

ORWYLE: His Grace, the King,

OLIVIA COOKE: I think Aemond genuinely sees Alicent

The royals would never countenance me

-(wind blowing) -(footsteps)

Let them weaken his blockade

-Get back! -Go, Helaena, go!

Not all of us, I suppose, are called to great deeds.

SONOYA MIZUNO: She knows what makes them tick.

because I think Rhaenyra is desperate

-The Greens? -I don't know who else it could be.

(Caraxes calling)

I've sent ravens to Highgarden and Oldtown,

You, I think, are steadfast.

It's very Marie Antoinette, "Let them eat cake."

Jason Lannister is marshalling to the west.

Rhaenys and her dragon are dead.