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I need more dragon rider

I need more dragon riders.

You understand to claim a dragon

you must also be
prepared to die.

It was a reckless thought that
an ancicent Valyrian beast

would suffer a
Darklyn to ride it.

Surely he was not
the only possibility.

I must see my brother.

What do you remember?

I remember nothing.

The smallfolk of King's
Landing are listening.

They are hungry.

Our gift is sent.

Give it to me!

Your Graces, we must leave.

It's the Queen of Fishes!

Long Live Queen Rhaenyra!

If you have any council for
dealing with the River Lords

I'd be glad of it.

Grover Tully is
their Lord Paramount.

Without him they will never
raise their banners as one.

This is Oscar Tully, grandson
to Grover Tully, he is heir to

Riverrun and the future Lord
Paramount of the Riverlands.

Houses Bracken and Blackwood
have long-detested one-another.

We have fought them
for an age and more.

There are things the crown
itself must not be seen to do.

Show them your worst.

I am your servant, Your Grace.

There were works of barbarity.

Dragon or no, we shall not
raise our banners for a tyrant.

Your Grace, Lord Grover is dead.

Young Oscar Tully is now Lord
Paramount of the Riverlands.

When I take King's Landing
Rhaenyra is welcome

to join me there and take
her place by my side.

There is a large
dragon in the Vale.

Large, but alas, wild.

You saved his life, brother.

Do you never think about
what could be ours.

Your Grace,

the dragon Seasmoke has been
seen flying over Spice Town.

From what we have
heard he has a rider.

You stand before the Queen
of the Seven Kingdoms...

with a dragon of
House Targaryen!

I had no design upon it!

What do you want?!

To learn the ways
of dragonriders.

And to serve my queen!

Your Grace!

You kneel quickly...

for a man so suddenly elevated.

This dragon came to
me, not I to him.

I have sweated blood in
service of House Velaryon.

I may appear lowborn...

but I know much and
more of service!

And if the gods call
me to greater things,

who am I to refuse them?

Stand.

What is your parentage?

My mother was a shipwright.

My father is...

no one of consequence.

Your ancestors, any
of House Targaryen?

We're not the sort of family
to keep annals, Your Grace.

What is your name?

Addam... of Hull.

You have done something...

I feared impossible...

Addam of Hull.

I am glad of it.

Do you think you can
get him to Dragonstone?

I can try.

All my life...

I have endeavored to serve
both my house and the realm.

And somehow none of it matters.

We are cast aside.

Or hated.

You'll have a scar...

but... it will
be easily hidden.

Nothing is clean here.

I wish to go out, Ser Rickard.

Out?

To the Kingswood, I think.

Then I'll have the
stewards prepare

- a retinue.
- No retinue.

- Then your handmaidens...
- No handmaidens.

Just you.

What are they for? The
block or the crow cage?

The Wall.

The prince regent is merciful.

Hm.

Well, they started a riot.

Justice is served, I suppose.

I have received word of a
matter of great importance.

Rumor of a sighting of
the dragon Seasmoke...

with a rider.

A fine piece of intelligence,

and now you seek favor by
delivering it to Prince Aemond.

Actually, I thought I might
seek your advice, Lord Larys.

Whispers being your province.

Kneel before the Prince
Regent Aemond Targaryen!

Oh, but this is your whisper,

Lord Jasper, not mine.

But if you consider
it valuable...

perhaps you could deliver it

and find favor with
Aemond yourself.

You will forsake your
white cloaks for black.

Serve out your days at The Wall.

Who is this rider?

That is less clear,

but it must surely
be the Lady Rhaena.

She has wanted for a
dragon all her life.

Indeed, but she tried already

when she was four and ten.

The beast Seasmoke very
nearly devoured her.

Who else?

Yes, it is a shallow pool.

Where did you hear it?

My squire.

He heard it from a stablehand,

who heard it from his
father, a fisherman,

whose shipmate claims he saw it.

Oh.

You are, of course,
welcome to bring this news

to the prince regent, but, um...

perhaps this is one of those
whispers best left to the wind.

The queen is unharmed.

What of the rider?
Do we know who he is?

He appears to be a shipwright

in your employ, Lord Hand.

A commoner?

With respect to your
workers, Lord Corlys,

the lowborn cannot go
around seizing dragons.

Has the thief been secured?

Her Grace has commanded that
he remain here as a guest.

She wishes him to be instructed

in the art of dragonriding,

and that I should teach
him some High Valyrian.

We know nothing about this man,

save that he is lowborn.

What say you, Lord Hand?

We will await the
queen's accounting...

before passing judgment.

Where is the queen?

Her Grace sends word she
will not be attending.

So he serves you
and not himself.

- That is lucky.
- Lucky?

Or somehow ordained?

Seasmoke chose him.

He surely has Targaryen
blood in him somewhere.

The dragon must sense it.

There will be others.

We will find riders

for Vermithor and Silverwing.

You trust this man?

What choice do I have?

He has a dragon.

Without him, I have only Syrax

who may give Aemond
a second thought.

The question is where to look.

Targaryen blood was perhaps too
thin in Ser Steffon Darklyn.

If I can find others
with a more direct line

of breeding.

Forgive me, Your Grace...

but you are better served looking
under the sheets and in the woodpiles.

I once worked in
a pleasure house

where generations of Targaryen
princelings had their revels.

There are four score of their
bastard progeny at least,

that are known to me.

There are sure to be more.

Perhaps some here,
on Dragonstone,

the misbegotten
offspring of your house.

You speak of the lowborn.

They are as like to serve you

as highborn lords or
ladies, perhaps more.

But in the highborn
houses there is...

an ancient fealty.

There is honor.

Your royal half-brothers,
Aegon and Aemond,

whose blood is pure, who wage
war against you for your throne,

are they bound by honor?

A common shipwright
vows to serve you

while your brothers
seek to destroy you.

The order of things has
changed, Your Grace.

Why not embrace it?

For 20 years, the lords
of this realm levied...

insults at my sons
behind my back.

Well then.

Let us raise an
army of bastards.

- My lord.
- "My lord"?

How you have come
up in the world.

I wish to ask for leave
to relinquish my part

as a shipwright in your service.

There are good men and strong
who can take my place...

Your leave is granted.

Well done.

Lord Tully has answered
your summons and brought

the Riverlords, my king.

My condolences on the
passing of your grandsire

but the crown congratulates you on your
ascension to the head of your house

and Lord Paramount
in the Riverlands.

Truly glorious. Well done.

- I did nothing.
- Nevertheless, you are here, which is the important thing.

You were quick enough
to dismiss me before.

You were of no
significance to me then.

Now...

I shall have my great host.

You have a decision to make.

I presume it is clear to
you which is the right one.

You'll forgive me, Your Grace.

I am green in this
sort of matter,

as you so kindly
point out, but...

it does seem to me that you've
made rather a mess here,

countenancing barbarities
in the queen's name.

Whose side are you on?

The Riverlands are
held together by oaths.

House Tully swore an
oath to King Viserys.

We recognize the authority

of the named heir,
Queen Rhaenyra

and your own... as
her king consort.

Good.

Then we shall go to
face your vassals

and you will call
your banners to war.

That might be
difficult, my king.

Well...

I was told they
would come to heel

when House Tully
declared its allegiance.

That may be the case,

though it is yet to be seen
that they will heed my authority

as young as it is.

And there is another problem.

They all hate you.

I don't need their love.

I need their swords.

Your Grace, my lord.
The Riverlords await.

I fear we cannot
delay them any longer.

Come along, Lord Oscar.

In the deepest darkness
comes the dawn.

A new lord,

a new beginning.

Let us put all the old
unpleasantness behind us.

Be welcome, my lords...

and you have my thanks
for answering my summons.

I know I'm not the
man my grandsire was,

but I hope to begin well,
and go on from there.

Well said. One
thing is clear...

the Rivermen honor the old
ways and abide by tradition.

Here, then, is tradition.

Grover Tully is dead.

Lord Oscar raised
up in his place.

You have been summoned here

to swear anew your
fealty to him,

and as his bannermen,
answer his call.

And what would that call be?

In his wisdom, he has
pledged his house,

and yours, to me.

Lord Oscar, for generations
we have been guided

by the judgment
of your forebears.

Why should we now follow a
boy, younger than my own sons,

when you will align with one

who will desecrate the
innocent to reach his aims?

I did only what was
necessary, my lord.

And I now deliver
to you the traitor

Amos Bracken and his son.

No more traitor to his land
than you, Willem Blackwood.

I take to heart your
words, Lord Piper,

and I agree, I-I-I am young.

And I have no love
for Daemon Targaryen.

He has dishonored himself
and the crown with his...

comportment here.

Nevertheless, having so
little experience to guide me,

my best course is to defer to
the oath my grandsire swore

to King Viserys when he
named Rhaenyra his heir.

I see no reason to
cast aside loyalty

no matter how loathsome I may find
her representative the prince.

King.

Mind your tongue, boy.

Will you have our army or not?

I am, in the end, a Riverman

and the word of my house stands,

even if certain people
are unworthy of it.

Your Lord Oscar is bold.

But he is perhaps not wrong.

I may have been a
touch enthusiastic

in pursuing my aims.

But don't allow
my failings to...

keep you from supporting
an upright man.

Lord Oscar, we
honor the old ways,

as Prince Daemon says

- and the old ways call for justice to be done.
- Yes!

Justice has been done.

They who bent the knee to the
usurper have been brought to heel.

And now, we unite
before our liege lord...

and our king consort.

I accept you as my vassal,
Willem Blackwood...

but...

I am Lord Paramount
of all River Houses.

And there is only one
answer for the crimes

you visited upon your neighbors.

I did only what His Grace
the king required of me.

It is true that he made
clear his base desires,

but you did not have to
pursue such savagery.

You did it... because
you wanted to.

Our young lord speaks truly.

Seize him.

Don't fuckin' do this.

Your Grace, command them.
I've only served you.

- Command them.
- If His Grace wishes

to show contrition for his acts

and to prove himself
deserving of our banners

he must now rectify
his grievous error.

Denounce your crimes...

and dispense justice.

Oh, dear.

No, no, no!

I did as you asked, Your
Grace, I have been faithful.

What is this?

I never wanted it.

I was right not to.

All that pain it caused.

It crushes whoever wears it.

You always wanted it, Daemon.

Do you want it still?

Grand Maester Orwyle:
Steady. Slowly.

I can't.

You can. You must
try, Your Grace.

I can't, I can't!

I'm sorry, Your Grace.
I'm sorry, Your Grace.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

A moment!

A moment, please!

You really oughtn't to be doing
that alone, Grand Maester.

Allow me.

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

Forgive me, Your Grace.

- Be careful.
- Wait, wait.

Your progress is impressive.

But I'm afraid you
must work harder.

Your strength will return.

There are... adjustments

to the gait and so forth

that you will learn
now that you are...

as you are.

You should be more cautious.

I, I should, Lord Larys.

He-He needs rest.
He should be abed.

I push him on your instruction.

I'll have the sentry
give you more warning.

Let him try again
in a few hours.

He is spent.

It will be long before
he may rest again.

Alyn.

My lord.

I have tasks that need
your personal attention.

The queen requires ships at
her service in King's Landing.

Charter fishing vessels.
Pay whatever they demand

but ensure their
captains are dependable.

- Put trusted swords aboard.
- Yes, m'lord.

Have them wait just
outside the harbor.

And there will be a message
to carry to one she will name.

The queen has found a new
rider for one of her dragons.

I've heard tell of it.

The rider is your brother.

She now makes the
call for others.

Our people are of Old Valyria,

but... we are no dragonlords.

I confess, I knew little
of your mother's heritage.

If it is...

something in the blood.

My brother was ever restless,

yearning for some
sign of his worth.

I am of salt and sea.

I yearn for nothing else.

I will retire now, Ser Rickard.

When does Your Grace mean
to return to the city?

I'm not yet certain I do.

Good night.

The lowborn claiming dragons,

was it her idea?

Lady Mysaria?

You were enthusiastic enough
when Ser Steffon made his claim.

He was the Lord Commander
of your Queensguard.

Heir to the Dun Fort.
These people are...

Courageous.

Mongrels.

Jace.

Think what is at stake.

I know well what is at stake.

House Targaryen is the
blood of the dragon.

If any may lay claim to
it, what are we then?

The rightful rulers
of the Seven Kingdoms.

And what if one of your baseborn,
silver-haired dragonriders

decides he wants to
rule the Seven Kingdoms?

Did the Conqueror's
dream foretell that?

What else would you have me do?

Prosecute a war,
which we will lose,

in which thousands will die.

Or fly against Vhagar myself?

Or perhaps you will fly
against her on Vermax.

Jace, with these riders,
we can end a needless war.

I may take my rightful
place on my father's throne.

And when you die?

You are my heir.

Did you think I
would have dark hair?

When you took Harwin
Strong into your bed,

did you think I might favor him,

or did it not cross your mind?

- Jacaerys...
- I'm no fool, Mother!

The proof is here
for all to see.

Yet I may argue my
legitimacy to succeed you

because I have a dragon.

And now you say you will
strip that from me too.

I mislike all of this.

Then don't pursue it.

But I cannot gainsay
that which the gods

have laid before me.

Do whatever you must to
see that it finds her.

From the queen.

You won't believe this.

Word is, Rhaenyra's recruiting

smallfolk to go to Dragonstone.

- Oh, fuck that.
- Oh, they wouldn't take you anyway.

They're looking... for
Targaryen bastards.

Boats leave tonight.
Hour of the bat.

Seven hells, Ulf. This is it!

Yeah, a likely story.

- You've been taken in, lads.
- No, no, no, no, no.

The queen's own handmaid is
here, spreadin' the word.

Well, that's a shame
'cause I'd have been

first in line if it
wasn't for my injury.

- 'Cause my leg hasn't been the same since...
- Are you touched?

He's saying you
can claim a dragon.

The barkeep from the
Seven Maesters is goin'.

And two of the
girls from Mother's.

- A chance to stick it to Aemond.
- And claim a dragon.

- Dragon!
- Yeah, no. I know.

- What?
- I know. I just... I can't...

I can't be sure it's all true.

You can't mean that
you've been drinkin'

at the expense of all
these, these good people

- for a fiction? No, Ulf.
- No, no. Shh.

All spark and no tinder?

- They won't be happy.
- They'll be very unhappy.

- Never live it down.
- Never live it down.

- Come on, Ulf, the time has come!
- Come on!

Can I see a little glimmer?

- Where is it?
- There's the Ulf I know.

Yes! Yes, there he is!

- Yes, yes!
- Wine! Wine for Ulf the Dragonlord!

Ulf the Dragonlord!

Ulf the Dragonlord!
Ulf the Dragonlord!

I don't want you to go.

I have to, Kat.

We'll go to my
brother in Tumbleton.

They'll have food.
You'll find work.

I can't ignore this.

I never knew my father.

That much is true.

But I did know my mother.

I hid it from you.

And I'm sorry for that.

She worked...

in a pleasure house.

She was granted more
freedom than most

because of who she was.

And because rich men paid more
to fuck a woman with silver hair.

She used to tell me...

I was no different
to her brother's boys

Viserys... and Daemon.

But I was ashamed of her.

I tried to make my
way with my own hands.

I could not protect you.

I could not keep our girl alive.

And now...

we would never want again.

If I claimed a dragon...

they'd make you a lady.

I do not care to
be a lady, Hugh.

And neither do I
want to be a widow.

I have to do somethin'.

I used to think I knew what it
was to claim a dragon, but...

I understand now that what
I thought I knew is...

ash in the wind.

Perhaps it is blood.

Or worth.

Or perhaps it's something else.

Each of you... has left behind
a life to answer this call.

A life to which... you
might never return.

If you survive, you
will be transformed.

No man or woman can face
a dragon and be otherwise.

Some of you may welcome
the prospect of change,

even death, given
the alternatives:

privation... starvation, war.

This is our purpose,

to end those hardships.

For you...

for your kin, for all the realm.

With these two dragons
added to our number,

the enemy will have no
choice but to give way.

And peace will be restored...

suffering will be ended,

and without bloodshed...

gods willing.

The dragon

named Vermithor...

is the largest in the
world after Vhagar,

and... perhaps,
the most fierce.

He's called the Bronze Fury.

We'll go to him now.

And...

may the gods bless you.

Who among you would be first?

I have nothing more to tell you.

It must be the
dragon who speaks.

- Your Grace, we must away!
- No.

Help me! Help...

Help me!

Oh, f...

- No!
- Shh, shh, shh!

Here! Here I am!

I'm ready.

Come on!

"Lord Ormund Hightower
makes slow progress.

"There is great
concern that his host

"is threatened on two fronts

by armies allied
with House Beesbury."

However, in happier tidings,

Prince Daeron's
dragon, Tessarion,

has at last taken to wing.

Your brother expects
to join the fight soon.

Dragon!

And when he does,

the Hightower host
will be unstoppable.

Dragon! Inside! Now!

Take positions!

Open the gates!