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I fear he may have turned against me.
but the dragons here would not take her as a rider.
(roars)
(Caraxes calls)
so twisted that...
(softly) Open the door. Please.
Ser Steffon Darklyn, Your Grace.
Sorrowful news from Riverrun, my king.
Mysaria is giving Rhaenyra that layer
-of your keep. -(horses neighing)
as no more than his mother and a woman.
Is aught amiss, Your Grace?
Jace.
I fear what he may now do.
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how will I rule a kingdom
(COMMOTION)
I think you are tired.
That need is ended. You are no longer obliged.
Brother, he owes you. He owes us.
-Or is it Rhaenyra herself?! -I assure you--
on this literal island of Dragonstone,
Alyn of Hull: M'lord.
my thanks to the queen dowager.
leaving the audience wondering what's going to happen next.
I do not wish to dwell in it any longer.
(shushing)
ANDRIJ: Seasmoke has been claimed,
Rickard: My Queens! This way, inside!
But Grover Tully is their Lord Paramount.
The usurpers have abandoned them.
at a time of need.
-Well, he'd been ill, of course. -Mm-hmm.
but never really taken them too seriously.
-if it were not for their liege lord. -(chuckles)
-(bell tolling) -smallfolk: Long live Queen Rhaenyra!
About what?
I've heard nothing
(birds chirping)
Don't lecture me!
Aegon makes choices out of fear or anger,
You know you're not fooling anyone.
is all that remains to you.
at a time of need.
-(bell ringing) -(outside chatter)
And when, after many months of this,
(birds chirping)
And even if the Riverlanders do go her way,
I am but a man.
(screeches)
(epic theme playing)
That remains to be seen.
Or at least less morose.
Nothing but fish in this damn city.
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-(Aegon groaning) -(footsteps approach)
that she's not getting from anybody else in their council,
and all our lost souls.
I think it's based on faith.
whereas Aemond's revenge will always be served cold.
They were ready enough to hear.
-and I have been a councilor to Aegon. -Capably so.
is the person they're gonna choose to be in charge.
"The Heir for a Day."
and her son might not survive his wounds.
at you, at you...
Thought you'd be happy.
There is to be another revel on the morrow with dancing.
In either case, I have lost him...
-(footsteps approach) -(music fades out)
And they will underestimate you.
If you have any counsel for dealing with the Riverlords,
In the meantime, the people are hungry,
He dares to summon me!
He left me for dead...
(crying) I'm sorry.
-(birds cawing) -(bell ringing)
the power of the small folk.