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You're not our prince.
[ Speaking Dothraki ]
No.
(pounding)
The Princess Myrcella.
[ Speaking Dothraki ]
(seagull screeching)
My little birds have already taken wing.
- (gasps) I can't. - It's the only way to throw off the hounds.
(chatter continues)
I've no doubt about that.
Or you can leave her here with us, whichever you choose.
Has her skin turned black?
(seagulls screeching)
Hear that, lads? Nothing to fear.
- (men shouting) - (pounds on table)
(WIND HOWLING)
A ship from Dorne has sailed into the harbor.
Of course it is.
No, I knew this would happen.
We have to cross here.
- (THUD) - (GROWLING)
(pounds)
THEON: You're his wife now.
while I sat here in Dorne
Melisandre: I saw him in the flames
She was fearless.
someone in this city wants to murder you.