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Your Grace.
They feeding you enough?
Two meals a day.
Cold for breakfast, hot for supper.
I cannot complain.
You don't belong in a place like this.
Well, it's sad to say, but I've seen worse.
Yeah.
I'm sorry about your son.
Didn't get the chance to tell you before.
Good lad. Loyal lad.
Melisandre's returned.
I didn't know she'd been gone.
Came back with a *** boy.
Robert's *** boy.
Why?
She says there's power in king's blood.
She's going to kill him.
Sacrifice him.
Forgive me, Your Grace, I'm not a learned man,
but is there a difference between kill and sacrifice?
The boy is your nephew.
What of it? We're at war.
Why should I spare the son of some tavern ***
Robert bedded one drunken night?
Because he has your blood in his veins.
So did Renly.
Renly wronged you.
Renly declared himself king when the throne belonged to you.
He raised an army, stole your bannermen.
This boy has done you no harm.
- He's an innocent. - How many boys live in Westeros?
How many girls? How many men? How many women?
The darkness will devour them all, she says.
The night that never ends.
Unless I triumph.
I never asked for this.
No more than I asked to be king.
We do not choose our destiny,
but we must do our duty, no?
Great or small, we must do our duty.
What's one *** boy against a kingdom?
Your Grace,
why did you come to see me today?
I came to free you.
If you swear never to raise your hand to the Lady Melisandre again.
I swear it.
I can't swear never to speak against her.
You have little regard for your own life.
Quite little, Your Grace.
Verging on none.
You could have freed me yesterday or tomorrow,
but you came to me now before this boy is put to the knife
because you knew I'd counsel restraint.
You came to hear me say it because you believe it yourself.
You're not a man who slaughters innocents
for gain or glory.
When my son was five he said to me,
"I don't ever want to die."
I wanted to say to him, "You won't, child. You won't ever."
I hated the idea of him lying awake in the dark, afraid.
I think mothers and fathers made up the gods
because they wanted their children to sleep through the night.
I saw a vision in the flames.
A great battle in the snow.
I saw it.
And you saw whatever she gave birth to.
I never believed, but when you see the truth,
when it's right there in front of you
as real as these iron bars,
how can you deny her god is real?