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Seven days of tournament and feasting.
(speaking High Valyrian)
that may have occurred between...
No, I...
Dare I say it is a matter of taste?
- (horse whinnies) - (Rhea grunts)
the Voice of Old town...
Well, my daughter is the future queen.
What's today's quarry? Rabbit?
Lady Rhea's skill as both
(King Viserys coughs)
To be sung at feasts in a hundred years...
on a delicate matter, Ser Criston.
(crying)
I wish to speak to you about my inheritance.
All: (shout) Hey!
Ser Criston, Laenor and I have an understanding.
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in exchange for a bushel of oranges or a ship to Asshai?
He's still young.
I want us to continue as we began,
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The source of life and love.
Dragons will rule the Seven Kingdoms
His Grace has honored me with the post.
Queen Alicent: That will be all.
An oath of chastity. I've broken it.
As a, as a knight of, of your Kings guard.
All: (shout) Hey!
Look, Rhaenyra will be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms
- May I, Ser Harwin? - Of course, my Prince.
You don't know me, Ser Criston.
Ser Criston, Your Grace.
I worried that given leave of your father's shadow,
I needed to see you, Princess.
I could think of no better man than Ser Laenor.
(laughs) Think of the tournament,
war will follow, do you understand?
- She's grown quite comely these last few years. - You know his true nature.
They make a handsome match, don't they?
that rather than gelding me
(sighs)
you might wither in King's Landing's sun.
(grunting)