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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.

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.

You are, of course,
welcome to bring this news

to the prince regent, but

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 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?

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 should, Lord Larys.

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.
- 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 good people

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

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!

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'.

THIS IS AN ABOMINATION.

WHAT DO YOU SPEAK OF?

YOU SENT AN ANDAL BEFORE A DRAGON.

THE JUDGEMENT WAS DELIVERED.

NOW YOU WOULD SEND MORE?

SER STEFFON DARKLYN WAS THE BLOOD
OF THE DRAGON.

IT WAS A BLASPHEMY.

HE WAS NO DRAGONLORD.

NEITHER ARE THESE.

AND YET THE GODS HAVE SET THEM BEFORE US.

YOU HAVE SET THEM BEFORE YOURSELF.

THE DRAGONS ARE SACRED;

THEY ARE THE LAST MAGIC OF OLD VALYRIA
IN THIS SAD WORLD.

THEY ARE NOT PLAYTHINGS
FOR THE GAMES OF MEN.

OUR ORDER WILL TAKE NO PART IN THIS.

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.

COME FORWARD,

VERMITHOR.

BE CALM, VERMITHOR.

BE CALM.

SERVE!

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!

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!

NO, VHAGAR.

FLEE, VHAGAR.

TURN AROUND!