Otto Hightower: Well played.
Alicent Hightower: None of this is a game.
Otto Hightower: And yet you treat it as one. A charming contest, the prize, a pouch of silver. We have relied on one another these many years. And now it is the good of the family that we both desire. Whatever our differences, our hearts remain as one.
Alicent Hightower: Our hearts were never one. I see that now. Rather, I have been a piece that you moved about the board.