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I think he grew up in Daemon's shadow
is kind of an act of magical thinking.
You struggle to see there's an anger that blinds you.
such as it was.
The people see an ill omen.
The Hightower host will be unstoppable.
There is war in the Reach now, Your Grace.
and to see me take hold, finally,
deserving?
Mince pies, honey cakes,
(shouts in High Valyrian)
Mother!
they underestimate both of us, really.
I no longer have the numbers to challenge him.
Please.
and you have the respect of the crew.
I need dragons.
of what he always believed to be his.
(light, suspenseful music playing)
I'm not like you.
after hearing what befell Ser Steffon?
(exhales)
The longer we wait, the more chance he will prevail.
my father named it sorcery.
(unsettling sounds)
I do not think I can win this war.
And until the prince makes his answer, my lord?
My father's dead
(Seasmoke screeches)
Might there not be others
for the self-important, Lord Larys,
And I don't think it's that pragmatic.
when I took my first command.
I came screaming into the world
House Beesbury has raised arms against the Hightower host.
And I do not wish it otherwise.
Send word to Otto Hightower.
to the dowager queen?
Makes you sick, doesn't it?
Your grandmother's grandmother, Aeriana,
to be gained with fretfulness.
either behind your back...
(softly) Brother?
(music stops)
Yeah, you've made the right choice there, I'll tell you that.
This ship will sail in a few days' time.
And... that oath has stood me well.
I have 500 fighting men, armed
-Oh, don't be ridiculous. -I'm doing all I can.
your father during the last years of his life,
but it is the most stable.
'Tis well that I found you.
she's never going to have the ground army.
it became evident that his seed had taken root.
and they blame them.
We were halves of a whole.
But there are no more in your family, Your Grace.
Do nothing now.
Gwayne Hightower: Sister.
Are the Lannisters so diminished that they cannot march
as he always has.
Lannister and Hightower ships will take months to arrive.
I have directed Lord Mooton to march on Rook's Rest,
Seasmoke has fled Dragonstone,
-And Daemon himself. -He has ever done what suits Daemon.
(SPEAKING IN HIGH VALYRIAN)
not a dog to be called to heel.
-What? They haven't run out, have they? -Nothing.
What happy news.
Then let us see to our plan.
worker: Hey, look!
(whispers) Your Grace.
in an hour.
my maesters surmise.
But you are, as it happens, correct.
in holding this to be a truly unfortunate result, Your Grace.
-(Leon yelling) -knight: Estermont!
-Your younger sons are babes. -Rhaenyra Targaryen: Mm.
And not just how to win their hearts,
Rhaenyra is welcome to take her place by my side.
Go with them.
Well...
(crickets chirping)
More good men killed?