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(breathing heavily)

to hear of the Lady Rhea's tragic passing.

I fear I must question you on a,

but do you think I would choose infamy

- What inheritance? - Lady Rhea and I had no heirs.

Well, this is better than we could've hoped for.

Maester Orwyle: If I may, Grand Maester,

At the end of it all...

Your informant was wrong.

(Lord Jason chuckles)

shall take their father's name, Velaryon...

not for the crown.

See, I thought for Mellos himself, well...

because if those are kept safe...

It's just that on the very same night your father was dismissed,

but, I-I, I did, however, wonder if...

This is a good thing. She knows your secret...

I'm on watch. What's your business?

to be man and wife.

It's, it's not for a lack of trying.

the manner of your father's departure...

Our sheep are prettier, after all.

(sadly) I am yours and you are mine.

Corlys: You flatter me, Your Grace.

the Grand Maester delivered a tea to the Princess's chambers.

(guests chattering)

- The weather has been lovely. - Larys: Indeed.

What in the Seven Hells is going on?

and in turn, he's granted me the same.

and you will be her king consort.

the Lady Rhea Royce, has passed.

and a, uh... good wife to my brother.

Your presence is always such a pleasure, Lord Jason.

- I won't tell anyone... - I-I've, I've soiled my, my, wh... my white cloak.

Whatever may come.