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(nervously) Good morrow, my, uh, Your Grace.
We should fly to Riverrun.
Alyrie Florent.
But there are many pieces at play here...
(music fades out)
Uh, it is a canny scheme.
against the cold and the dark.
Gr-- Uh, Jerard, Your Grace.
but you brought forth memories of him,
You, at least, had the mercy
Rosby and Stokeworth,
Should be easy enough to find.
And what of them?
Let's have the first petition, my good Lord Hand.
Barely done, but done.
if he is to rule one day. (laughs)
Quiet.
Servants who knew the comings and goings.
(birds chirping)
despite Sir Tyland's interruptions.
Killing Vhagar.
If you return one herder's sheep, Your Grace,
I'm told you bear a mislike for the Hightowers.
Long ago, she drew Alicent into her web...
on the cusp of winter.
(ambient nature sounds)
I'm afraid.
Take your mount again. We're flying out.
(door closes)
- (Aegon groans) - I was only a boy when Jaehaerys last graced the seat,
(Syrax roars)
(Cheese grunting)
Who sent you fleeing from King's Landing in such disrepair, hm?
I was young once myself--
- haven't gone to plan. - That's not my fault.
The North owes a great duty to the Seven Kingdoms.
Alyn of Hull: It'll be many weeks yet, I'd wager.
Scheme with someone else, Daemon.
I possess nothing of value to you, Daemon.
(roars)
Second of His Name, King of the Andals,
Make it a son for a son.
You should be leading the van,
iron costs have grown.
- Fuck off. - (dog whimpers)
Mother.