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(sighs) They did not concern, in any way,
to our position is immeasurable,
(laughs) And then the young prince...
It was a mistake.
(heavy breathing)
Let us take him at his word.
it doesn't matter.
- I don't understand. - (door opens)
We can afford no further mistakes.
I too have felt the crown pass over me.
(softly) What do you take me for?
And they will pay for this.
(tense music playing)
(screaming) I'll kill them!
A curse, a curse on Rhaenyra, the monstrous!
- They dare strike at me! - Your Grace.
Lorent Marbrand: With me, Your Grace!
I mistrust this silence.
(screeching)
Where he goes, he wishes to be his own master.
Instead of safeguarding the sanctity of my family!
would never outshine his own.
- Who are they? - Ratcatchers.
And I see you will suffer the same fate.
Within our own beds.
Those who declared for Rhaenyra,
Pretender to the throne!
Weakened my claim to the throne,
Do you accept me as your queen and ruler?
- You would send me to my death. - Or to triumph.
They will never accept me.
(indistinct chatter)
I said no.
Elinda: You must sleep tonight, Your Grace.
The ratcatchers!
(theme concludes)
Rhaenyra: There's a Velaryon ship in the harbor
None of them do.
Sometimes, we have to pretend.
Which?! Which is Erryk?!
Forgive me.
if you say that it was given.
- She's fucking laughing at me! - (shatters)
Too many empty seats.
- I am the king! - Your Grace! Yes, yes.
through its most gentle souls.
Aegon: Remove your badge, Ser Otto.
and you have a son there
A mother so aggrieved might, naturally,
Elinda: Please try and lay down, Your Grace.
- (crowd murmuring in sympathy) - Kinslayer!
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