All language subtitles for House of the Dragon S02E03 - The Burning Mill.eng

Aeron Bracken, worst horseman among us.

Must be my swordsmanship.

Can you even get that thing up?

Well enough for killing Blackwoods.

Bracken!

Put the boundary stones back.

We didn't move them.

Did they move themselves, then?

Just rolled their way over

- on Blackwood grass?

Fuck the assize

and fuck you.

This is our land.

It's Bracken land.

- Babe-killer.

Your false queen,

Your uncle declared for Aegon, did he?

Well then, let me tell you

Aegon Targaryen is no true king

just as you are no true knight.

You're both craven, little cunts!

You wouldn't dare.

He is the basest of villains.

He sullies the grave of his brother.

I cannot fault him for keeping his oath.

And what of those who sent him?

Otto Hightower

Hotter blood has prevailed, I think.

The young men have taken the bit

They wish to punish, to avenge.

Soon they will not even remember

that began the war in the first place.

That is easy enough.

That is one answer.

Or was it when the child was beheaded?

Or when Aemond killed Luke

or when Luke took Aemond's eye?

We teeter now at the point

And the desire to kill and burn takes hold

and reason is forgotten.

There may be another way.

Alicent Hightower.

When last we met,

You've seen what has happened since then.

She came to me in the hours

She knows war is coming

and that it'll be savage

There is no war so hateful to the gods

And no war so bloody

- I do not believe she wants it.

I do not care to read her message.

What she did--

It is not her but the men around her

She permitted it.

As you permitted the murder

Alicent is in King's Landing.

There is nothing more to be said.

Is all well, lord Hand?

Only they'll be waiting.

...there have been tidings in--

Good morrow, Your Grace. My lords.

- Forgive my lateness.

You've appointed new knights

To replace those we lost.

The last one needlessly, some might say.

Ser Arryk was awarded the great duty

He failed to discharge it.

He failed because the scheme was rash.

Perhaps, Your Grace,

waiting for war to come to us.

As now it surely will.

As, now, it already has.

House Bracken took it upon themselves

who declared for the pretender.

Lord Samwell Blackwood himself is slain.

Good. First blood in our name.

Both sides took heavy losses, Your Grace.

I'm not entirely certain

The Blackwoods and the Brackens

This is nothing more

their ancient grudge. It's no true war.

Call it what you will.

I call it war.

And so will Dragonstone.

The question is,

We send a raven to Lord Tully.

These houses are his vassals,

He must control them.

Lord Grover Tully is a flaccid, old fool

who couldn't control his cock in a cunny.

Begging your pardon, Your Grace.

Do you have any better

Your lord uncle Ormund

at the head of a great host, Your Grace.

And your brother Daeron's dragon

Call on them to suppress the Riverlands.

Alas, they are months away.

My lord brother Jason

In a matter of weeks, he will be able

Should we not aim to unite these armies

The great military mind of the Citadel.

- I served the realm--

which link in your chain

This council must rediscover

if it's to be of any use.

The Riverlands are the key to the war.

Harrenhal is the Key to the Riverlands.

I will ride out with those

Men I know, men I've trained.

You need time to raise

Speed is my ally.

I will turn the Crownland houses

We will add their numbers to our own

Where I will enlist the Brackens,

So impatient to ride with so few men.

So like to be destroyed

- A bold scheme indeed.

They did not favor Ser Arryk.

What say you, my king?

And you'll take Aemond and Vhagar?

Vhagar will remain here

to defend the city.

Good. To war, then.

- I'll come, too, with Sunfyre.

- Your Grace.

My plan is not to draw attention.

And what will you do

of Rhaenyra's dragons?

She'll want to answer for Ser Arryk.

We will be more like to encounter one

That is precisely why

It's a brave thought,

I'm as fearsome as any of them.

I was told you turned back

I was not believed at first.

You saved my life.

What is the life of a queen worth

You wish to be rewarded.

As, I would think,

What price would you set?

A place at your court.

You said your earnest desire

And you let me go.

You showed me grace

I'm not often surprised.

One turn for another, then.

I know the workings of the Red Keep

and the movements

That is worth more than gold to you now.

And what is my worth to you?

I would punish the Hightowers

To me, to those who served me.

But more than that, I know the struggles

They will be ruled either by you

And only one of you has shown yourself

Well, I hope you do not confuse

Are they always like this?

Seasmoke, my late lord husband's dragon.

He's grown restless of late.

- We cannot know why.

Rhaena.

Your Grace.

I've decided to send Joffrey to ward

She has pledged an army

so she will have one.

Aegon and Viserys will accompany him until

Tyraxes is but a hatchling.

- And Stormcloud--

The Red Keep is in disarray.

They have sent one assassin in the night

and their dragons

You must take the little ones further.

Where my mother died.

It is safer than anywhere in Westeros.

Write to Prince Reggio.

I am sorry to put this upon you.

It breaks my heart to send my boys away,

But you have seen

Rhaena,

I need you to be the mother

Teach them, train them,

And my sister?

- I need Baela here.

I cannot promise to make you happy.

But I ask you: make this sacrifice

Your Grace.

Dragon!

Halt!

I'm claiming Harrenhal.

Apparently so.

I, Ser Simon Strong,

pledge fealty to Rhaenyra

First of Her Name.

I swear this by the old gods and the new.

Supper is venison

No redcurrant. Sorry about that.

That venison is well aged.

Shame to let it waste.

I've survived many a battle.

I do not mean to be felled

I'll admit that my cook's peas aren't

Well, it's an easy way

If you've not yet surmised,

And what of your lord, Larys Strong.

He who sits at the false court of Aegon?

Larys Clubfoot is no lord of mine.

He is a scourge upon this castle

Do you not think it's strange

my nephew, Lord Lyonel, perished by fire?

And his son, too, here in this damp place?

It was the first fire here since Balerion

Even in the summer,

So, no, you will find no loyalty

"Your Grace."

Forgive me. I--

I'd only assumed that as consort--

Then we are reminded of the perilousness

Indeed.

Your Grace.

What then brings you to our corner

Harrenhal is the largest castle

Or perhaps that has

But it is also, not to be argumentative,

since your forbear incinerated much of it

Well, that is precisely why we must

Even if we possessed the coin, my prin--

Your Grace, to what possible end?

There are 40,000 swords in the Riverlands,

Only Harrenhal is of a size enough

You should know that a substantial number

and are presently at war.

Houses Bracken and Blackwood

- Why?

the answer to that is lost in time.

Sin begets sin begets sin.

Summon your lord paramount

and turn them to our cause.

That would be Lord Grover Tully,

It's said that he can no longer speak

nor seal his bowels.

Begging your pardon for the impression.

His grip on his bannermen is weak.

I will speak with him nonetheless.

People should obey their liege lord

whatever his condition.

Perhaps the presence of the crown

and a dragon

will sharpen minds around these parts.

Might I ask, Your Grace,

if you are successful,

what then?

We march on King's Landing

The throne.

It's a big chair made of swords.

Standard-bearers to the front!

Packhorses to the rear!

Clear way for the mounted knights...

Lord Commander.

He enjoys battle.

I'm glad we're together, even briefly.

Ser Criston.

May I present my brother,

arrived last night from Oldtown.

Ser Criston.

Or mayhaps I should say, my lord Hand?

Ser Gwayne, welcome to King's Landing.

How exhilarating to arrive at court

to find my lord father,

unseated as Hand of the King.

And by a man from such modest beginnings.

What a giddying ascent

Ser Gwayne has volunteered

We have a full complement, Your Grace.

Then you shall have a fuller one.

The march will be hard, Ser.

No one is more delighted than I

Sister.

May the Seven guide you, good knight,

I thank Your Grace for her prayers.

And request that she grant her favor

that her Lord Commander may go into battle

in his heart.

Your Grace.

Still no sightings.

No men, no horses, no ships.

- No dragons.

Then we must seize the hour and act

They have penetrated our castle walls

after the Battle at the Burning Mill.

How fares Prince Daemon with our army?

There has been no word from Prince Daemon,

Then we must press what advantage

- And what is that?

Start turning Green strongholds

- and burn those who resist.

If dragons begin fighting dragons,

Fear of it is in itself a weapon.

The Greens will make the same calculation.

The value of a sword

We will secure victory with armies,

The Greens understand that.

The Vale and the North will send men.

We must give Daemon time.

Your Grace, you have witnessed

vulnerable you are.

Prince Daemon is abroad

and Aegon's factions

You have never been so exposed.

Perhaps it is time for you to think about

while we remain here

You propose to conduct

- It would merely be a precaution--

You are fortunate you took it no further.

This council would do well to remember

that their queen wears

Jaehaerys the Conciliator.

A prudent ruler,

whose reign outlasted every other

even Aegon the Conqueror's.

So, how do they fare?

The ditherers of Dragonstone?

Rhaenyra's council is wayward.

I must hope she will rise to it

but I fear she'll need you by her side

This bread, still warm.

There's broth too. I made sure of it.

I am no longer an invalid.

I bade farewell to Rhaena

I wish her well.

I would fight a hundred battles

with none but prattling babes.

One of those babes is your heir.

Joffrey.

A boy of six who knows nothing of the sea

It would displease neither Rhaenyra

if Rhaena were named heir to Driftmark.

Rhaena? Lord of the Tides?

The girl knows nothing of ships,

There is Rhaena or there is Joffrey.

Both soon to be far from

Then we must hope to

see our way forward, in time.

And if there is no time?

We are at war, Corlys.

- If something were to befall you--

that I am a good sailor.

I have much to attend to.

Corlys, Corl--

I cannot spare a fighting dragon,

Stormcloud and Tyraxes are small,

It is for you to remind Lady Jeyne

and persuade her of the urgency

Go safely, sister.

I will be safe enough.

Far away from any danger,

You do a great service

and may yet find yourself glad to be

Do not coddle me, Baela.

- Grant me at least that dignity.

We each do what we can.

And here, I think, is some consolation.

Tyraxes and Stormcloud

These eggs are even more fragile.

But should all come to ruin here

you will bear our hope for the future.

Your Grace.

Mommy.

My Queen.

I feel sad about Jaehaerys.

But I ought not to, I think.

People die all the time, especially babes.

They're so little,

Sadness is a condition of motherhood.

There's naught to be gained from it.

That horrid procession where the smallfolk

I warrant they thought I had no more right

Surely they lose their babes

The Stranger comes for us all,

queen and commoner.

You have as much claim to grief as anyone.

And you?

I loved Jaehaerys, but my concern has been

more for you and what you have endured.

- Helaena, I--

What?

I said that I forgive you.

Suits you, Your Grace.

Valyrian steel.

A sight to stir the passions.

Aegon the Conqueror reborn.

Just get on with it.

At once, Your Grace.

What is your business?

There are rumors that the King

And what is it to you?

Only that I think

to prevent our king from being

and his body parts scattered to beasts

Would you not agree?

What exquisite armor.

I was given the Conqueror's name

so I shall wear his armor to war.

I fly to meet Ser Criston.

Small imposition before you depart then,

There are diverse rumors

One such is that Your Grace sends

and, in his courage and wisdom,

Another is that His Grace

and persuaded to fly to war

so that Queen Alicent

with Prince Aemond at her side.

Absurd, of course.

Who spreads these lies?

It matters little.

Tales take on a life of their own

like weeds.

Unless they are tended.

Well, tend to them then.

Lord Larys.

My father always said he had no use

And yet I find myself wanting for one.

I should be glad of your talents.

You honor me, Your Grace.

Shall we escort you to the Dragonpit,

I think, mayhaps, I shall fly another day.

Yeah, it does seem wise on reflection.

You could come out with us, my king.

Ser Martyn has a new squire

He's never fucked a woman.

But you are sworn to chastity now.

Of course, Your Grace.

Yes, Your Grace.

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

- I'm not going yet.

There he is!

Ulf, Ulf, come on, son!

It turns out, it was her sister.

I know, I know, I know!

Take that one. You'll get your pound

Sit yourself down, mate.

Hello.

I've been tellin’ this fella

Oh, lads.

- I've had quite a day of it.

Not sure I'm much for talkin’.

Although, you know,

Come on, Ulf, give us a flagon over there,

Here, my darling, one for the flagon,

There's a good girl, eh?

No sense of fun, some of 'em.

- For you, man of Dorne.

Yes, Iam.

The part of Westeros

Although, it's said even Dorne

mourned the passing of my grandsire.

Who was your grandsire?

They call him the Conciliator.

King Jaehaerys?

Thousand apologies. Please, continue.

Look, I really shouldn't be

You'll cost me my head.

You are saying you're a Targaryen?

I'm the son of Baelon the Brave.

Bastard brother to Prince Daemon

Uncle to the one true queen,

The blood of the dragon

And, yes, men would take my head for it.

A Dragonseed must watch his own neck

when he has no white-cloaked guardsmen

You do not look very

or Prince Daemon.

How do you know what they look like?

He speaks truth, right enough.

Yeah, ‘cause I'm their

Yeah, I'll tell you who else

The rightful heir to the Iron Throne,

Here's your other nephew.

- All hail the King!

Drinks for all!

At the pleasure of the crown!

Sit down. Sit yourself down.

- Sit!

- Come on, then!

This night is for you.

You!

Did I tell you I came here as a lad?

It's a little tame,

I know just the tutor for you, my boy.

No.

She's worth three times the price.

Oh, gods be good.

That's you!

Her name is Sylvi, or Selyse or,

Aemond, the fierce!

You have come so far

and yet you still

What a fine, sweet thing.

Did you fuck her like a hound?

You see, I do not exaggerate.

Such is the madam's prowess,

that even now my brother

Hard luck for your squire, though.

As you can see, she--

Your squire is welcome to her.

One whore is as good as another.

Ser Gwayne! Halt!

Ser Gwayne,

On the cold, hard ground.

Which is why we make for the Bull,

on the Rosby Road, not two miles away

- if memory serves.

in the name of His Grace.

I assure you, my nephew

If it soothes your brow, Cole, we will

Or, if their wine is good,

- We're exposed.

- Cole?

A good showing, Ser Criston.

I am in your debt.

They know we're abroad.

And we must move under the trees

And no fucking inns.

Ser Criston Cole

with some half-dozen other knights,

Perhaps a scout party for a greater army.

The ravens confirm it, Your Grace.

Lord Farring has reported a larger force

Could you be certain it was Cole

It was not such a great height,

You said not to engage,

Your Grace, we commend the Lady Baela

but we can tarry no longer.

The time for action is surely now.

Your Grace, I must agree

to return to Rook's Rest

I shouldn't fret, Lord Simon.

‘Tis Prince Daemon who ought to worry.

Prince Daemon has Caraxes.

Cole will look to increase his numbers

This is why you must act now, Your Grace.

Loose the dragons.

I have heard your arguments.

And will consider them.

Always coming and going, aren't you?

And I have to clean up afterwards.

You will die in this place.

...my youngest brother,

with the soldiers when

Father has sent him to the Citadel.

- Now, if you ask me--

Your Grace.

What do you know of the movements

Would you take her hostage?

Or kill her outright?

I would speak with her, myself.

Killing her would be easier.

If war can be averted,

I have reason to believe she may be

She sent a raven.

I can have a message brought to her,

She would not agree to it.

She would suspect some subterfuge,

I must see her face to face.

She is the queen dowager.

She goes nowhere without many eyes

Unless...

- 'Tis fraught.

There are fishing boats

The city depends on them.

Daemon made the journey unhindered.

- But if I'm recognized--

but most folk pay no mind

or allured herself for the eyes of men.

So, I make my way to the Red Keep,

and ring the bell.

Or do I scale the wall

There is one place Alicent goes

where you may yet find her alone.

Stop. Search the carts.

What's your business here?

Move 'em on through, move ‘em on through.

No, no.

What--

- What--

If I cry out?

Your knights would find me.

I would be taken or slain,

And then what?

I have begun badly.

We watched the tourney

the day my brother was born.

We knew, even then,

are eager to fight,

But you are--

I know you do not have

Rhaenys has counseled me.

She said she saw in you a wish to avert

So you've come to surrender then?

I have come to see if we may uncover

My dragons are restless.

But if you and I may come to terms--

There are no terms now.

You have no army,

your allies turn from you

your hands are bloodied in a crime

- imagined you--

Think what you will.

I am a mother too and you have yet

- I repudiate that act with all my heart.

And the usurping of

Have you now stooped so low

that you will countenance the suffering

in order that your feckless son--

Your father changed his mind.

Oh, so you Say.

And so your father

I saw the king that night.

Mere hours before I left him,

a right he upheld steadfastly,

every day of his life

And yet, you will maintain that

- in an instant?

You lie.

No, Rhaenyra.

My father loved me, Alicent.

And I believe he loved you, too.

Did you betray him at the very last?

When was your plan first laid?

- Was your ambition so keen--

He changed his mind.

I swear this to you

I have been at times unkind

I pronounced before all

that you would make a fine queen.

Do you think me capable

What did he say, at the end?

Did he speak my name?

He was weary.

It was hard, at times, to understand.

But he spoke Aegon's name.

He said he was the prince

- What?

Did my father use those words?

The Prince That Was Promised?

Did he?

Yes, he did.

He spoke to you

It's a story he once told

about Aegon the Conqueror.

The Conqueror.

You must go before you are discovered.

- There's been a mistake.

Please.

You can prevent this, Alicent.

A terrible war is looming

and even victory may be so bloody

- Do not let your pride blind--

My father is gone from court.

Cole is on the march, Aemond--

you know what Aemond is.

- It's too late, Rhaenyra.