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No, it's Rhaenyra, father.

Why? 'Twas only a compliment.

and your grandsire.

Hm, this is what I fear.

It's been quite a night at the castle, it seems.

Let me see the children home.

(breathing heavily)

He can keep his tongue.

This is a matter of blood, not ambition.

pass through Ser Laenor

(footsteps marching)

-Prayer before we begin? -Yes.

I understand, my King.

I speak the truth, Rhaenys.

(softly) Beware the beast beneath the boards.

Do you not think yourself Strong?

Your husband...

the Lord of Driftmark and Lord of the Tides.

{\an8}(sighs) The Prince.

I know you won't.

She believes we had her son killed so that we might marry.

I do not... need it.

(bells tolling)

A proposal to which I heartily agree.

(Rhaenyra sniffles)

But if you ever wish to know what it is to be well satisfied,

(shouts) That is no true Velaryon,

But the burden is a heavy one.

Nor was I complicit in it. I swear this to you.

I trust they've been welcomed as befits their station.

Let all be made ready to receive him, Maester Kelvyn.

(exhales deeply)

We shall hear Princess Rhaenyra's petition,