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and really taking each other at face value.

constantly trying to puppeteer him.

And now, to all the great houses in the Reach.

It's not a prize to be won, but a burden to bear.

or their daughters.

There's the Queen of Fishes!

guard: Ser Steffon Darklyn, Your Grace.

-That's my fault. -Ser Steffon went willingly.

Your men will be glad to have you among 'em.

Whereas now, we've got Aemond.

Long live Queen Rhaenyra!

He's always had these suspicions of Aemond,

-Mysaria: Who? -Impossible to tell from the ground.

We lost much at Rook's Rest,

(person crying)

What do you remember?

and their anger is rising.

I assure you...

-(Caraxes screeches) -In some ways, no.

any time soon either.

(muffled speaking)

out of cruelty.

And what did he say that was so

And to what extent is there a degree of threat

Begging your pardon, Your Grace.

-and set out in good time. -Aemond: There is no time.

RHAENYRA TARGARYEN: I need more dragonriders.

(dramatic music playing)

Viserys Targaryen (echoing): Did you say it?

(solemn music playing)

(smallfolk shouting in streets)

The blockade is sure to be challenged,

And he wants to show Aemond that he has an understanding

Lorent Marbrand: Your Grace.

speaking about their bounty, even if it's true.

And I see now, that to do that,

(dramatic music playing)

I'm grateful for the offer, m'lord...

(smallfolk shouting)

CRISTON: Aemond is the next in line.

You have no allies at court but me.

but you will never run again.

(tense music resumes)

It's time you set out for Harrenhal, I think.

You have the gratitude of the crown.

Aemond will not wait long to press his advantage.

Have the indignities of your childhood

(Daemon panting)

Addam of Hull: You saved his life, brother.

(breathing heavily)

TOM GLYNN-CARNEY: Aegon is in grave danger,

-but-- -We will set course for Sharp Point.

I do not compel you to do this.

I must join Ser Criston.

You have seen me as worthy, as an equal, even.

Aemond: I'll see my brother.

And who will be so foolish as to try,

RHAENYRA: Thousands will die.