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There's to be a funeral for Jaehaerys. We've been asked to ride on a wagon behind his body.
But when a thing like this happens... a blow to the King is a blow to the realm. When the people share our grief, they draw closer to us.
I don't want them closer. I don't know them.
Sometimes, we have to pretend.
We are representatives of the throne. We have a duty.
Beware how you speak to your king, my lord.
The king is my grandson, and my grandson is a fool! He's worse than a fool! He's murdered innocent men!
And hanged them from the walls of the city for all to see!
Ā Plot against the king, and I will pay it back a hun...
They are fathers and brothers and sons! And their wives and children gather now at our gates to weep and curse your name!Ā
With your child's blood, we bought their approval. With your mother's tears, we made a bitter sacrifice against the deprivations to come. And you've thrown it away.
Instead of judgement, you display impetuousness and diminish us in the eyes of our enemy!Ā
Do you never think of your father? His forebearance? His judiciousness? His dignity?
Fuck dignity! I want revenge. My father is dead.
He is, and we are all the poorer for it. He was right about you.
[laughs]Ā Is that what you think?
It must be said that the damage to our position is immeasurable, at a time when we most need loyalty to our cause.
Having lost my own son, that I would inflict such a thing on Helaena, of all people... an innocent.
The death of Prince Lucerys was a shock and an insult. A mother so aggrieved might, naturally, seek relief in retribution.
Are you suggesting, Sir Alfred, that my grief drove me to order theĀ decapitationĀ of a child?
I merely thought, perhaps, an action taken in haste.
Ā Do you accept me as your queen and ruler?Ā
Do you cling, even now, to what you think you lost?
Because you thought only and ever of your own glory, and not of my father in his grief, who needed you.
Your father was a coward who knew I was the stronger son, that I was the leader of men and he was afraid to be seen in my shadow.
Is that what you understand of your own brother?
Oh, you know him better than I do, who was raised by his side?Ā
Do you believe he made you heir because of your great wisdom? Because of your virtue?
Or did he merely use you as a tool to put me in my place because he was afraid of me?
He was not afraid of you, Daemon! He could not trust you any more than I can trust you.
He was a fool who sought greatness but shrank from spilling blood to achieve it. And I see you will suffer the same fate.
I canāt tell which is which!
We are one soul split into two bodies.
I wish to spill blood, not ink.
I mistrust this silence. Daemon flies when we most need his hand at the oar.
Devotion has never sat well with him. Where he goes, he wishes to be his own master.
When princes lose their temper, it is often others who suffer.
I cannot be responsible for a mistake.
He must follow his own path.
Where were you when Jaehaerys was murdered?
Believe me, I had no choice.
Youāve wounded me....Weakened my claim to the throne!
Theyāre accusing me. But itās a lie!
Did you send assassins to murder children in their beds?
Iāve never trusted you wholly.
You think me some kind of monster?
We can afford no further mistakes.
Not dragged. Honored!Ā EscortedĀ to the dragon pits to be honored as a Targaryen prince.
Let them look upon the works of this pretender to the throne.
Heās goneā¦a week or forever, I do not know.
Youāve so easily sullied our ancient honor.
The Hightowers still have strength and you have a son there who will take more kindly to instruction?
You thought ever and only of your own glory!
The darkness you sheathed inside yourself like a blade.
There is no absolution for what Iāve done.
