THE REFLECTION (ザ・リフレクション)

There you are.

The Sea Snake is going to die, isn't he?

- Luke... - I can't be Lord of the Tides.

Grand sire was the greatest sailor who ever lived.

I get green sick before the ship even leaves the harbor.

I'll just ruin everything.

I don't want Driftmark.

It should've passed on to Ser Vaemond.

We don't choose our destiny, Luke. It chooses us.

Grand sire let you choose whether you'd be his heir.

You told us so.

And do you want to know the truth of it?

I was frightened.

I was four-and-ten.

Same as you are now.

I wasn't ready to be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

But it was my duty.

And, in time, I came to understand

I had to earn my inheritance.

I'm not like you.

- In what way, sweet boy? - I'm not so...

perfect.

I am anything but.

My father looked after me and helped to prepare me for my duties.

Your mother will do the same for you.

Good morrow, Princess.

Good morrow, Ser Lorent.

Princess Rhaenys has just arrived on dragon back.

She urgently requests an audience with you and Prince Daemon.

The Princess Rhaenys Targaryen.

Thank you, Ser Lorent.

Princess Rhaenys,

might we hope for news of Lord Corlys's recovery?

Viserys is dead.

I grieve this loss with you, Rhaenyra.

My cousin, your father...

possessed a kind heart.

There is more.

Aegon has been crowned as his successor.

They crowned him?

How did Viserys die?

I could not say.

- How long ago? - A day past, perhaps two.

I was made a prisoner in my quarters while the Queen made her preparations.

Viserys has been slain.

Alicent demanded you declare for Aegon.

She did.

- I refused her. - And yet you are alive.

The High Septon crowned Aegon in the Dragon pit.

I witnessed it myself just before I fled on Meleys.

They crowned him before the masses.

So that the masses would see him as their rightful king.

That whore of a Queen murdered my brother and stole his throne.

And you could have burned them all for it.

A war is like to be fought over this treachery, to be sure.

But that war is not mine to begin.

I only rushed this warning to you

out of loyalty to my husband and to my house.

The Greens are coming for you, Rhaenyra.

And for your children.

You should leave Dragonstone at once.

The babe is coming.

Her term is far from complete.

This should not be happening.

It is fucking happening.

Keep your head about you, Princess. Come.

We've done this five times before.

Keep your spirit, and the sixth will be no different.

Get off, get off, get off, get off!

I want patrols along the island's perimeter,

looking for any small ships that might set ashore.

If the Greens attack now, it will be by stealth...

not directly.

We don't have enough men to surround the island,

but we can make ourselves appear stronger than they are.

Conscript the Dragon keepers. They're capable fighters.

- Waste no time. - It will be done, my Prince.

- What was that? - I'm sorry.

You might go easier

on him, my Prince,

so he can learn what you're trying to teach.

Your lady mother needs to see you!

Both of you.

Mother?

Fuck.

Princess.

Your grand sire, King Viserys, has passed.

Viserys?

The Greens have repudiated the succession

and claimed the Iron Throne.

Aegon has been crowned king.

- What is to be done about it? - Nothing yet.

- And where is Daemon? - I don't know.

Gone to madness.

Gone to plot his war.

- Leave Daemon with me. - Jace.

Jacaerys.

Whatever claim remains to me, you are now its heir.

Naught is to be done but by my command.

A raven flew in this morning.

The Sea Snake's fever has broken, and he has left Even fall.

- Where is he sailing? - That much is unclear, my Prince.

We'll send ravens to our nearest allies:

Lords Darklyn, Massey...

- and Bar Emmon. - Daemon!

Do you want to speak to the maester, my Prince?

I'll fly to the River lands myself and affirm Lord Tully's support.

You will do no such thing.

My mother has decreed no action be taken while she's abed.

It's good you're here, young Prince.

You're needed to patrol the skies on Vermax.

Did you hear what I said?

The ravens, Lord Bartimos.

I shall see it done.

Summon Ser Steffon.

Our Kings guard are needed on the Dragonmont.

Come with me. I'll show you the true meaning of loyalty.

You swore an oath as knights of the Kings guard.

As do all who wear the white cloak, my Prince.

To whom?

I swore first to King Jaehaerys, my Prince.

And then to His Grace,

King Viserys, when he succeeded him.

Do you acknowledge the true line of succession?

- Yes. - Yes, my Prince.

Do you recall

who King Viserys named as his heir before his death?

Princess Rhaenyra.

I'm grateful for your long service to the crown.

So I'm presenting you with a choice.

Swear anew your oath to Rhaenyra as your queen...

to Prince Jacaerys as the heir to the Iron Throne.

Or...

if you support the usurper, speak it now...

and you will have a clean and honorable death.

But if you choose treachery,

if you swear fealty now only to later turn your cloaks...

know that you will die

screaming.

Princess, let us help you.

No.

- Get out! - Princess, please.

- Get out. - You should not do this alone, Princess.

Let us help you.

I mean no harm, brothers.

I swear to ward the Queen...

with all my strength...

and give my blood for hers.

I shall take no wife...

hold no lands...

father no children.

I shall guard her secrets

obey her commands

ride at her side, and defend her name and honor.

My Queen.

Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, First of Her Name,

Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men.

Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.

Your Grace.

Wine, my Queen.

Thank you, Rhaena.

Come.

- What is our standing? - We have 30 knights,

a hundred crossbowmen, and 300 men-at-arms.

Dragons tone is relatively easy to defend, but as an instrument of conquest,

our army leaves a lot to be desired.

We have sent word to my loyal men in the City Watch.

I'll have some support there, but I cannot speak to the numbers.

We already have declarations from Celtigar and Staunton,

Massey, Darklyn, Bar Emmon.

My lady mother was an Arryn.

The Vale will not turn cloak against their own kin.

River run was always a close friend to your father, Your Grace.

With Prince Daemon's acquiescence,

I've already sent ravens to Lord Grover.

Lord Grover is fickle and easily swayed.

He will need to be convinced of the strength of our position

and that we will support him should it come to war.

I'm going to treat with him myself.

What of Storm's End and Winter fell?

There has never lived a Stark who forgot an oath.

And with House Stark, the North will follow.

Lord Borros Baratheon will need to be reminded of his father's promises.

What news from Driftmark?

Lord Corlys sails for Dragons tone.

To declare for his Queen.

The Velaryon fleet is in my husband's yoke.

He decides where they sail.

We shall pray for both you and your husband's support.

Just as we prayed nightly for the Sea Snake's return to good health.

There's no port on the Narrow Sea would dare to make

an enemy of the Velaryon fleet.

- And our enemies? - We have no friends among the Lannisters.

Tyland has served the Hand too long to turn against him.

And Otto High tower needs the Lannister fleet.

Without the Lannisters, we are not like to find

- any allies west of the Golden Tooth. - No.

The River lands are essential, Your Grace.

Pray forgive my bluntness, Your Grace, but talk of men is moot.

Your cause owns a power that has not been seen in this world