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(indistinct street chatter)

And their wives and children gather now at our gates to weep

Ser Criston is not temperate...

(crowd murmuring)

(music fades out)

- How dare you-- - Or did he merely use you as a tool

They say, perhaps Rhaenyra should be queen.

But neither can he allow her to command him.

- the terms our foes put before us-- - A folly! A folly!

Fuck dignity! I want revenge.

and paid three times as much as I should have.

He paid us. Half now, half when the job is done.

(music fades out)

It's been a strange day.

Because he knew your legacy, unlike mine,

Did he say when?

- Who is "us"? - Blood: A-A ratcatcher.

We'll know who did this soon enough.

Makes no difference.

(indistinct chatter, shouting)

While you're gone, I'll speak sense to him.

Deepest sympathies, my Queen.

I have not answered injury to the crown with, what?

I will not be thought weak.

If I'd shared his sentiments, I would've fled with him.

They wish now not for the good of the realm,

herald: Defiler of the innocent!

(tense music playing)

Daughter, listen to me.

The gods punish us. They punish me. (cries)

The boy's head was severed from his body.

First, your brother betrays us.

(indistinct chatter)

Where were you, Lord Commander?

Thousands witnessed the procession.

all shrieking and feathers.

And now... when my enemy coils himself to strike at me--