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[theme music playing]

[somber instrumental music playing]

[Rhaenyra] There you are.

The Sea Snake is going to die,

isn't he?

- Luke--

- I can't be Lord of the Tides.

Grandsire was the greatest sailor

who ever lived.

I get greensick 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.

Grandsire let you choose

whether you'd be his heir.

You told us so.

[Rhaenyra] 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?

- [Lucerys] I'm not so...

perfect.

[sighs]

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.

[Lorent] Good morrow, Princess.

Good morrow, Ser Lorent.

Princess Rhaenys

has just arrived on dragonback.

She urgently requests an audience

with you and Prince Daemon.

[breath trembling]

[door opens]

[Lorent] The Princess Rhaenys Targaryen.

Thank you, Ser Lorent.

Princess Rhaenys,

might we hope for news

of Lord Corlys's recovery?

Viserys is dead.

[music playing]

[Rhaenys Velaryon] 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.

[groans]

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...

- [grunts]

- [Rhaenys Velaryon]...in the Dragonpit.

I witnessed it myself

just before I fled on Meleys.

They crowned him before the masses.

[Rhaenys Velaryon] 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.

Hmm.

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.

[ominous music playing]

[grunts]

[breathing heavily]

[squelching]

The babe is coming.

[breath trembling]

[groaning]

[breath trembling]

Her term is far from complete.

- [Rhaenyra groaning]

- This should not be happening.

It is fucking happening.

[woman 1] Keep your head about you,

Princess. Come.

[woman 2] We've done this

five times before.

Keep your spirit,

and the sixth will be no different.

[grunts] Get off, get off,

get off, get off!

Ow, ow, ow. [breathing heavily]

[Prince Daemon] 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...

- [Rhaenyra wailing in pain]

- ...not directly.

We don't have enough men

to surround the island,

but we can make ourselves

appear stronger than they are.

[Rhaenyra wailing in pain]

Conscript the Dragonkeepers.

They're capable fighters.

- Waste no time.

- It will be done, my prince.

[Rhaenyra wailing in pain]

[both grunting]

[breath trembling]

[Lucerys and Jacaerys grunting]

- What was that?

- I'm sorry.

You might go easier

on him, my prince,

so he can learn what

you're trying to teach.

[Rhaenys Velaryon] Your lady mother

needs to see you!

Both of you.

[groaning]

[Jacaerys] Mother?

[Rhaenyra grunting]

Fuck.

[groaning]

[maester] Princess.

[breath trembling]

[groans] Your grandsire, 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?

- [Rhaenyra] I don't know.

Gone to madness.

Gone to plot his war.

[breath trembling]

- Leave Daemon with me.

- [Rhaenyra] Jace.

Jacaerys.

[breathing heavily]

Whatever claim remains to me,

you are now its heir.

Naught is to be done but by my command.

[groaning]

[man] A raven flew in this morning.

The Sea Snake's fever has broken,

and he has left Evenfall.

- Where is he sailing?

- That much is unclear, my prince.

We'll send ravens to our nearest allies,

- Lords Darklyn, Massey...

- [Rhaenyra wailing in pain]

- ...and Bar Emmon.

- [Rhaenyra] Daemon!

Do you want to speak

to the maester, my prince?

[Prince Daemon] I'll fly

to the Riverlands 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?

[Rhaenyra grunting]

The ravens, Lord Bartimos.

I shall see it done.

Summon Ser Steffon.

Our Kingsguard 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 Kingsguard.

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.

Hmm.

I'm grateful for

your long service to the Crown

So I'm presenting you with a choice.

[Caraxes whinnying]

- [music playing]

- [snarling]

[roars]

[grunts]

Swear anew your oath

to Rhaenyra as your queen...

to Prince Jacaerys as the heir

to the Iron Throne.

[breathing heavily]

[roars]

[Prince Daemon] Or...

if you support the usurper,

speak it now...

[groaning]

[Prince Daemon]...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.

- [wailing]

- [snarls]

[groaning]

Princess, let us help you.

[groaning]

- No.

- [snarls]

- Get out!

- [woman] Princess, please.

- Get out.

- You should not do this alone, Princess.

Let us help you.

[groaning]

[gasps]

[screaming]

Ah!

[grunting]

Ah!

[breathing heavily]

[breath trembling]

[breathing heavily]

[wind blowing]

[sniffles]

[crying]

[somber instrumental music playing]

[breath trembling]

[music continues]

[Ser Erryk] I mean no harm, brothers.

[music playing]

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.

[dramatic instrumental music playing]

[instrumental music playing]

[muffled footsteps]

[sizzling]

[Prince Daemon]

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?

- [Prince Daemon] We have 30 knights,

a hundred crossbowmen,

and 300 men-at-arms.

Dragonstone 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.

Riverrun 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.

[man 1] What of Storm's End

and Winterfell?

[man 2] 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.

[inhales]

What news from Driftmark?

Lord Corlys sails for Dragonstone.

To declare for his Queen.

The Velaryon fleet

is in my husband's yoke.

He decides where they sail.

[Rhaenyra] 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 Hightower

needs the Lannister fleet.

Without the Lannisters,

we are not like to find

- any allies west of the Golden Tooth.

- [Prince Daemon] No.

The Riverlands 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

since the days of Old Valyria.

Dragons.

The Greens have dragons as well.

They have three adults, by my count.

We have Syrax, Caraxes, and Meleys.

Your sons have

Vermax, Arrax, and Tyraxes.

Baela has Moondancer.

Daemon, none of our dragons

have been to war.

There are also unclaimed dragons.

Seasmoke still resides on Driftmark.

Vermithor and Silverwing

dwell on the Dragonmont,

still riderless.

Then there are the three wild dragons,

all of whom nest here.

[Rhaenyra] And who is to ride them?

[Prince Daemon] Dragonstone

has 13 to their 4.

I also have a score of eggs

incubating in the Dragonmont.

Now... we need a place to gather,

a toehold large enough

to house a sizable host.

Here, at Harrenhal.

We cut off the west,

surround King's Landing

with the dragons.

And we could have every Green head

mounted on spikes

before the fucking moon turns.

Your Grace...

a ship has been sighted offshore,

a lone galleon, flying a banner

of a three-headed Green dragon.

- Alert the watchtowers. Sight the skies.

- [music playing]

I come at the behest

of the Dowager Queen Alicent,

mother of King Aegon,

Second of His Name,

Lord and Protector

of the Seven Kingdoms.

I've been directed to deliver

her message only to Princess Rhaenyra.

Where is the Princess?

[Syrax roaring]

[roaring]

[roaring]

[growls]

Princess Rhaenyra.

I'm Queen Rhaenyra now.

And you all are traitors to the realm.

King Aegon Targaryen,

Second of His Name...

in his wisdom and desire for peace,

is offering terms.

Acknowledge Aegon as king

and swear obeisance

before the Iron Throne.

In exchange, His Grace will confirm

your possession of Dragonstone.

It will pass to your trueborn son,

Jacaerys, upon your death.

Lucerys will be confirmed

as the legitimate heir to Driftmark

and all the lands and holdings

of House Velaryon.

Your sons by Prince Daemon

will also be given places

of high honor at court,

Aegon the Younger as the King's squire,

Viserys as his cupbearer.

Finally, the King, in his good grace,

will pardon any knight or lord

who conspired against his ascent.

I would rather feed my sons

to the dragons

than have them carry shields and cups

for your drunken,

usurper cunt of a king.

Aegon Targaryen sits the Iron Throne.

He wears the Conqueror's crown,

wields the Conqueror's sword,

has the Conqueror's name.

He was anointed by a septon of the Faith

before the eyes of thousands.

Every symbol of legitimacy

belongs to him.

And then there is Stark,

Tully, Baratheon.

Houses that have also received,

and are at present,

considering generous terms

from their king.

Stark, Tully, and Baratheon

all swore to me

when King Viserys named me his heir.

Stale oaths will not put you

on the Iron Throne, Princess.

The succession changed the day

your father sired a son.

I only regret that you and he

were the last to see the truth of it.

You are no more Hand than Aegon is king.

Fucking traitor.

Grand Maester.

What the fuck is this?

[music playing]

[Otto] Queen Alicent has not forgotten

the love you once had for each other.

No blood need be spilled.

The realm can carry on in peace.

Queen Alicent eagerly

awaits your answer.

She can have her answer now,

stuffed in her father's mouth

along with his withered cock.

Let's end this mummer's farce.

Ser Erryk, bring me Lord Hightower

so I may take the pleasure myself.

[roaring]

No.

King's Landing will have

my answer on the morrow.

[roars]

[Prince Daemon] It's no easy thing

for a man to be a dragonslayer.

But dragons can kill dragons. And have.

The simple truth is this,

we have more dragons than Aegon.

Viserys spoke often

of the Valyrian histories.

I know them well.

When dragons flew to war...

everything burned.

I do not wish to rule

over a kingdom of ash and bone.

Are you considering

the Hightowers' terms, Your Grace?

As Queen, what is my true duty

to the realm, Lord Bartimos?

Ensuring peace and unity?

Or that I sit the Iron Throne,

no matter the cost?

- That's your father talking.

- My father's dead.

And he chose me as his successor...

to defend the realm,

not cast it headlong into war.

Well, the enemy have declared war.

What are you gonna do about it?

Clear the room.

Does the promise of war excite you?

You cannot bend the knee

to the Hightowers.

They stole your birthright.

[Rhaenyra] If you could

take the Iron Throne

without putting Otto Hightower's

head on a spike,

- would you?

- [Prince Daemon] Are you not angry?

- I should declare war because I'm angry?

- [Prince Daemon] No.

Because it's your duty

as Queen to crush rebellion.

You know my oath

reaches beyond our personal ambitions.

A Song of Ice and Fire.

What?

The coming war against

the darkness in the North.

The Conqueror's Dream.

Viserys shared it with me

when he named me heir.

[choking]

My brother... was a slave to his

omens and portents.

Anything to make his feckless reign

appear to have purpose.

Dreams didn't make us kings.

Dragons did.

[gasping]

He never told you...

[breath trembling]

did he?

[sinister instrumental music playing]

[Rhaenys Velaryon breathing softly]

I've had men whipped for falling asleep

on their watch.

[breathing heavily]

You are no man.

You abandoned me...

when I most needed you.

Both our children stolen from us.

I needed you.

Baela and Rhaena needed you,

and you abandoned us

for more adventure at sea.

As has always been your way.

[Corlys] I had no other place to turn.

- I lost everything.

- We lost, Corlys.

We.

I understand we have a new king.

The Stranger casts a long shadow

over this family.

Your brother is also dead.

[groaning]

In his haste to bury you

and claim your seat,

he stood before the King

and denounced

Laenor's sons as illegitimate.

[sighs]

Daemon took his head for it.

[scoffs]

Heedless ambition has always been

a Velaryon weakness.

You were right, Rhaenys.

I reached too far. And for nothing.

Our pursuit of the Iron Throne...

is at an end.

We shall declare for no one.

We will retire to High Tide

to be content...

with our grandchildren and--

Jace, Luke, and Joff

are claimants to the throne.

Those boys'll not be safe

so long as Aegon is king.

Rhaenyra was complicit

in our son's death.

That girl destroys

everything she touches.

That "girl"...

is holding the realm together

at present.

Every man standing

'round the Painted Table

urges her to plunge the realm into war.

[indistinct chatter]

[Rhaenys Velaryon] Rhaenyra's the only

one who's demonstrated restraint.

[man 1] The purpose of war

is to fill graveyards,

my dear Lord Staunton.

The trick is to put more of their men

in the ground than your own.

[man 2] Easy words

for a lord who commands

- from the safety of his castle.

- [man 1] Doesn't make it any less true.

[Ser Erryk] The Lord of the Tides!

Lord Corlys Velaryon...

and his wife,

the Princess Rhaenys Targaryen.

My lords.

[Rhaenyra] Lord Corlys.

It brings much relief to see you hale

and healthy again.

I'm very sorry about your father,

Princess.

He was a good man.

Where is Daemon?

There were other concerns which

demanded the Prince's attention.

Mmm.

[grunting]

Your declared allies?

- Yes.

- Too few to win a war for the throne.

Well, we would also

hope to have the support

- of Houses Arryn, Baratheon, and Stark.

- [Corlys] Hope...

is the fool's ally.

Both Arryn and Baratheon

share blood with my house.

But all of them swore oaths to me.

As did House Hightower...

if I remember.

As did you, Lord Corlys.

Your father's realm...

was one of justice and honor.

Our houses are bound by common blood

and common cause.

This Hightower treason cannot stand.

You have the full support

of our fleet and house.

Your Grace.

[music playing]

You honor me, Lord Corlys.

Princess Rhaenys.

But, as I said to my bannermen,

I made a promise to my father

to hold the realm strong and united.

If war's first stroke is to fall,

it will not be by my hand.

You do not mean to act?

Taking caution

does not mean standing fast.

I wish to know who my allies are

before I send them to war.

The consequence of my...

near-demise in the Stepstones...

is that we now control them.

I took care to fully garrison

the territory this time.

A total blockade of the shipping lanes

will be in place in days,

if not already.

The Triarchy have been routed.

The Narrow Sea is ours.

[music playing]

[Corlys] If we further seal

the Gullet,

we can cut off

all seaborne travel and trade

to King's Landing.

I shall take Meleys

and patrol the Gullet myself.

[man] When we drain the Narrow Sea,

we can surround King's Landing,

lay siege to the Red Keep,

and force the Greens' surrender.

If we are to have enough swords

to surround King's Landing,

we must first secure the support of

Winterfell, the Eyrie, and Storm's End.

I'll prepare the ravens, Your Grace.

[Jacaerys] We should bear

those messages.

Dragons can fly faster than ravens

and they're more convincing.

Send us.

The Prince is right, Your Grace.

Very well.

[vibrato intensifying]

Prince Jacaerys will fly north.

First to the Eyrie to see my mother's

cousin, the Lady Jeyne Arryn,

and then to Winterfell

to treat with Lord Cregan Stark

for the support of the North.

Prince Lucerys will fly

south to Storm's End

and treat with Lord Borros Baratheon.

We must remind these lords

of the oaths they swore.

And... the cost of breaking them.

It's been said that as Targaryens,

we are closer to gods than to men.

And the Iron Throne

puts us a touch closer, perhaps.

But, if we are to serve

the Seven Kingdoms...

we must answer to their gods.

If you take this errand,

you go as messengers... not as warriors.

You must take no part in any fighting.

Swear it to me now

under the eyes of the Seven.

I swear it.

I swear it.

Thank you.

Cregan Stark is...

closer to your age than to mine.

I would hope, that as men,

you can find some common interest.

Yes, Your Grace.

Storm's End is a short flight from here.

You have Baratheon blood

from your grandmother, Rhaenys.

And...

Lord Borros is an eternally proud man.

He will be honored

to host a prince of the realm...

and his dragon.

I expect you will receive

a very warm welcome.

Yes, Mother. [stutters] Your Grace.

[sighs]

Go to it then.

[dragons roaring]

[enthralling instrumental music playing]

[dragon roars]

[roars]

[singing in Valyrian]

[dragon hisses]

[continues singing]

[roaring]

[music playing]

[singing in Valyrian]

[growling]

[hisses]

[growling]

[thunderclap]

[wind blowing]

[thunder rumbling]

[hissing]

[growls]

[growls]

[growling]

[roars]

[in English]

I am Prince Lucerys Velaryon.

I bring a message to Lord Borros

from the Queen.

[Vhagar growls]

[wind blowing]

[eerie music playing]

[knight] Prince Lucerys Velaryon.

[thunder rumbling]

[knight] Son

of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen.

Lord Borros...

I brought you a message

from my mother...

the Queen.

Yet earlier this day,

I received an envoy from the King.

Which is it?

King or Queen?

The House of the Dragon

does not seem to know who rules it.

[laughs]

What's your mother's message?

[breathing heavily]

Where's the bloody maester?

[thunder rumbling]

"Remind" me of my father's oath?

King Aegon at least came with an offer,

my swords and banners

for a marriage pact.

If I do as your mother bids...

which one of my daughters

will you wed...

boy?

My lord... I am not free to marry.

I'm already betrothed.

So you come with empty hands.

Go home, pup.

And tell your mother

that the Lord of Storm's End

is not some dog that she can whistle up

at need to set against her foes.

I shall take your answer

to the Queen, my lord.

[sighs]

[Aemond] Wait...

my lord Strong.

Did you really think

that you could just fly about the realm

trying to steal my brother's throne

at no cost?

I will not fight you.

I came as a messenger, not a warrior.

A fight would be little challenge.

No.

I want you to put out your eye.

As payment for mine.

One will serve.

I would not blind you.

[clicks tongue] Plan to make

a gift of it to my mother.

No.

Then you are craven

as well as a traitor.

- Not here.

- Give me your eye,

or I will take it, bastard!

Not in my hall!

The boy came as an envoy.

I'll not have bloodshed beneath my roof.

Take Prince Lucerys back to his dragon.

Now.

[rain pattering]

[thunder rumbling]

[roars]

[groans]

[grunts]

[thunder rumbling]

[grunts]

[growls]

[roars]

[growls]

[roars]

[Vhagar roars]

[gasps]

- [gasps]

- [roars]

[Aemond laughs]

[Vhagar roars]

[music playing]

[gasps]

- [grunts]

- [roars]

[inaudible]

[inaudible]

[roars]

[grunts]

[roars]

[Lucerys grunts]

[grunts]

[roars]

[laughs]

[growls]

[shrieks]

[grunts]

[Vhagar growls]

[roars]

[music playing]

[Aemond in English] No, no, no, no, no!

No, Vhagar! No!

[speaking in Valyrian]

[in English] Serve me, Vhagar! No!

[speaking in Valyrian]

[roars]

[breathing heavily]

Vhagar! No! No.

[roars]

[vibrato intensifying]

[somber music playing]

[inaudible conversation]

[somber music continues]

[instrumental music playing]