THE REFLECTION (ザ・リフレクション)

The wall Blackhaven

are unscalable vassalstone.

And the castle is surrounded by a deep, dry moat.

It is well fortified against any future Dornish incursions.

And though my seat may be lesser in size,

it is situated most pleasingly.

The view across the Marches is inspiring,

so said Queen Alysanne herself when she honored my father and I...

And tell me, Lord Dondarrion,

did you think my great-grandmother as beautiful as they say?

This was half a century ago, Princess.

Yes, it was.

That was unseemly, Princess.

The man is older than my father.

It's unseemly for him to put himself forward

as a contender for my hand.

Next!

And now a child.

The Black woods are an ancient house with a formidable army.

In the River lands, they once ruled as kings.

The blood of the First Men still flows in their veins.

Go on.

My Princess...

ours is a bond that has long endured,

since Lucas Black wood, the grand sire of my grand sire,

aided the Dragon in his war of conquest...

Aye, the Black woods truly turned the tide on that one.

Coursed with the blood of the First Men,

our history is deeply rooted in this land,

which your house has made its home.

If chosen as your match, Princess...

your days shall be easy

and nights safe under my protection.

"Protection"? The Princess has a dragon, you dumb cunt.

Bracken!

I could learn to like that one.

Let us have the next

so we may go to supper.

Craven.

We're leaving.

Sheathe that steel, you twats!

Send word to the harbor and have Captain Oswin ready the ship.

Princess, we're due in Bitter bridge in three days' time.

I would happily row myself back to King's Landing

if it brought an end to this ridiculous pageant.

Don't look, Princess.

We should make landfall inside the hour, Princess.

How do you think he will take it?

Do you speak of how you rejected every suitor

His Grace put before you, or how you abruptly ended the tour

with two months remaining?

Take cover!

Princess!

You all right? Are you?

- Fetch the maester! - I'm fine.

It's Daemon.

Add it to the chair.

You wear a crown.

Do you also call yourself "King"?

Once we smashed the Triarchy,

they named me "King of the Narrow Sea."

But I know that there is only one true king, Your Grace.

My crown and the Step stones... are yours.

Where is Lord Corlys?

He sailed home to Driftmark.

- Who holds the Step stones? - The tides...

the crabs, and 2,000 dead Triarchy corsairs,

staked to the sand to warn those who might follow.

Rise.

The realm owes you a great debt, brother.

Come.

This is our chance...

Daemon, he would venture off, abroad,

winning tournaments...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I will not revisit this debate.

You were always mother's favorite.

No, it's no great mystery.

You were.

Our mother, she had no regard for custom or tradition, rules.

And I, sadly, was no great warrior.

Congratulations on your victory.

Thank you, Princess.

Perhaps Prince Daemon would care for a tour of the gallery?

He hasn't yet seen the new tapestries

gifted to you by Norvos and Qohor.

Would you like to see the tapestries?

He has no interest in such things.

I'd like to see them.

Then you should not deprive yourself.

I shall enjoy them alone.

More wine.

As I said, you were the favorite.

No, you were. You were. I insist.

I surmise the tour did not go well.

I endured it for as long as I could.

To have every young knight and lord in the Seven Kingdoms fawning over you...

What misery.

It is rare for girls in this realm to get a choice between two suitors,

no less two score of them.

Those men and boys don't fawn over me.

They only want my name and my Valyrian blood for their offspring.

I think it's rather romantic.

How romantic it must be to get imprisoned in a castle

and made to squeeze out heirs.

Sorry.

How angry is he?

The King went through great effort to arrange your tour.

He is... frustrated.

But I am glad you are home.

I find I have few friends lately.

I like to believe I'm still the Lady Alicent, but...

all anyone sees when they look at me now is "The Queen."

I've missed you, too.

So...

what do you want?

Only the comforts of home.

I had not thought you particularly comfortable in this home.

Though I do suppose you seem changed by your adventures.

More mature, perhaps.

You've matured yourself these last four years, Princess.

You'll get used to the attention.

The attention I can endure.

It's the rest I could do without.

My father seems content to sell me off

to whichever lord has the biggest castle.

There are worse things to be sold for.

Such a lonely prospect.

The Step stones were meant to be won for the realm,

but over the past few days, it seems we have traded

a crabfeeder for a sea snake.

This is clearly a rebuke for passing over Lady Laena for Queen Alicent.

Years have passed since the business with his daughter.

Certainly, he cannot still be wroth?

The Sea Snake is an over-proud man, to be sure, Your Grace.

That pride has been injured.

Perhaps we can salve the wound?

I fear Lord Corlys's pride is the least of our worries.

I don't wish to cause you further distress,

Your Grace, but my brother has sent disturbing word from Old town.

Lord Corlys is said to have engaged in negotiations

with the Sea lord of Braavos.

He plans to wed his daughter Laena to the Sealord's son.

If House Velaryon entered into an alliance

with the Free Cities

then...

we would have to seek our own marriage pact.

- Good night, Ser Criston. - Sleep well, Princess.

Where are we going?

Fuck off, boy.

He called me boy.

Do you wish to know your death, child?

Let me take that.

Leave us, all of you.

You have a far kinder touch than they do.

Thank you, husband.

And now we come to the matter of the great Iron Chair...

and whose bum it might bear.

Our good King...

names his daughter,

a girl, his heir.

But then to him, a babe is born.

A son!

To which heir might the chair bear?

Who will it be?

The brother? The daughter?

Or the little princeling of three?

Rhaenyra... the Realm's Delight,

a girl so young and so slight...

loved by all of her people,

but would she make a powerful queen,

- or would she be feeble? - Feeble!

Though Aegon, the babe Prince, might long for a claim,

he has two things Rhaenyra cannot:

a conqueror's name...

and a cock.

Lies, slander! Boo!

Jest if you will,

but many of the smallfolk are like to believe

that, as a male, Aegon should be the heir.

Their wants are of no consequence.

They're of great consequence if you expect to rule them one day.

For one night, I wish to be free of the burdens of my inheritance.

Four coppers, street rat.

In King's Landing, we pay for our pleasures.

- Hey! - Stop! Boy!

Wait, I'll find him.

And who might you be running from, now?

Ser Harwin.

Princess.

Don't.

You take care, boy.

Next time, you might not be so lucky.

Enjoyed that, did you?

Who knows when I'll next taste freedom?

Come.

Pardon me, Your Grace.

The King has requested your presence.

The hour is quite late.

Yes, Your Grace.