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especially Alicent,
(screaming subsides)
how I can trust the counsel of a man
get on his dragon and ride into battle.
RYAN: In real history, smart and sometimes cunning
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And Aemond? What was his part in this?
They are afraid, bread is scarce,
The sacred septs on Bracken lands
the banner of House Targaryen.
TOWNSPERSON: It is. Look, they've killed a dragon.
Ser Alfred...
Aemond: Tell me, Lord Strong,
DAEMON TARGARYEN: Our terms are simple, Lord Bracken.
Merchants, so forth.
(thunder rumbling)
He who has left us... after some marital spat.
our armies will be yours.
There is Rhaena.
My castle is a tomb.
And while I don't think that anybody could ever be asked
- (screams echoing) - Cries of anguish.
And once again, in the name of power,
Vhagar's first rider, and the first wielder of Dark Sister.
and the Wailing Tower. (chuckles)
Or does it flourish only at night
If his men had a direct route into the Riverlands,
who knows how to wield it.
And that-- does that mean that these people that have--
- Or so say the histories. - (chuckles) Valyrian histories.
Is there any gold left in your coffers?
And the protection of my uncle.
Um, there is, of course, the matter of payment.
'Tis an abomination.
Our victory depends on the efforts of the small folk.
- (bell tolling) - (street chatter)
but you... Daemon, you were made to wear it.
My mother gladly sends you away
Perhaps the gods will favor us.
Strange victory, if it was one.
I'm afraid I cannot say.
bring the Queen's justice to the Brackens,
(wind blowing)
- our allies must be ready. - We must answer Rook's Rest,
- Has he woken? - No.
I mislike feeling powerless.
A dragon will only accept a dragonlord to ride it. (sighs)
She sent two.
in Rhaenyra as Queen,
the king has fallen,
They pursued the women and the children.
The bats have made the corridors almost impassable
A generation ago, or more. Their blood would be thin.
You should pray you never meet him.
As Rhaenys herself should have.
between Storm's End and the Twins,
- You are ordered to return to your homes! - We want meat!
I have plied my crafts to their fullest extents.
or your house burns.
townsperson: We've got to get out!
everybody vying for power,
Even you have managed to do your part.
North, maybe? South?
You've seen no more battles than I have.
the fearless dragonrider.
Have the indignities of your childhood
I would make you my heir.
I fear there are more injuries within,
(music fades out)
I have done all I can from here,
that square peg into the round hole,