(epic theme playing)
♪ ♪
(flames roaring)
(soldiers chattering)
(soldier grunting)
Velaryon Knight: House
Velaryon is coming for you!
The Sea Snake will have
your poxy fucking head!
No, no, no. No, please!
(screaming, groaning)
Fuck you, Prince Drahar!
Fuck your whore mother
and bastard father!
(groaning) Fuck!
No, no! No!
(wailing)
♪ ♪
(muffled grunting)
(rumbling)
(soldiers shouting)
Soldier:
(shouting) Dragon!
Hail Prince Daemon!
Burn the fucking
Triarchy cunts alive!
(soldiers shouting)
Here, my Prince.
Save me!
(groaning)
(Caraxes screeches)
To the caves! Now!
Soldier:
Retreat to the caves!
(flames roaring)
♪ ♪
(screams)
(growling)
Where are you?
Come out and face me, Drahar!
Come out, Drahar!
Where are you?
I’m gonna feed you
to your own crabs!
Where are you?
(Caraxes screeches)

  • (light music playing)
  • (toddler babbling)
    Noble:
    He has your hair, Your Grace.
    (all laughing)
    King Viserys:
    He does have my hair.
  • He has your eyes, Your Grace.
  • Yes, he does.
    (laughter)
    And you have my nose, don’t you?
    Two years old and already
    our boy has a kingly presence.
    He may yet, brother,
    but this morning
    he insisted on eating
    porridge with his hands.
    (laughs) He will grow.
    We’re quite a party
    assembled in his honor.
    And surely by the end
    of this hunt,
    we shall have more to celebrate.
    And what is that, pray tell.
    It is Aegon’s second name day.
    His infancy’s behind him.
    It only remains for Viserys to
    name him heir to the throne.
    I wouldn’t be so sure.
    He’s the King’s firstborn son.
    I don’t know that His Grace
    sees it so clearly.
    Then it lies with you
    to make him see it…
    Lord Hand.
    Tyland Lannister:
    Your Grace…
    I bring urgent news
    from the Step stones.
    The Crabfeeder has dug in
    for siege on Bloodstone
    while his men sabotage our fleet
    under the cover of dark.
    Not today, Tyland.
    The matter of the Step stones
    is regrettably urgent.
    It’s been three years.
    It can wait another three days.
    Come, eat.
    Fortify yourselves
    for the journey.
    Please.
    Is the baggage train ready?
    It is presently massing
    at the River Gate.
    Lord Jason expects us
    in the Kings wood before midday.
  • Have you seen Rhaenyra?
  • I have not, Your Grace.
    With the Triarchy now sheltering
    in Bloodstone’s caves,
    the threat of the dragons
    is blunted.
    They don’t have foot soldiers.
    But their sell swords have been
    withdrawing in droves,
    Your Grace.
    Even the mercenaries can
    see that it is a losing effort.
    Where’s Rhaenyra?
    I cannot be sure
    at present, Your Grace.
    The Velaryon forces have
    suffered heavy attrition, Your Grace.
    The seeds of dissent are
    sown amongst the rank and file.
    Daemon has driven the men hard.
    They have begun
    to question his command.
    If the crown were
    ever to intervene…
  • Tyland…
  • …now is the time.
    Daemon and The Sea Snake
    started their war
    without His Grace’s leave.
    Were he to intervene
    now after so long,
    it would make
    the crown appear weak.
    Can someone tell me
    where in the Seven Hells
    Rhaenyra might be?
    (singing)
    ♪ Under the dragon’s eye ♪
    ♪ Under the dragon’s eye ♪
    Again.
    Perhaps the Princess might
    like to hear something else?
    She would not.
    Play it again.
    (minstrel clears his throat)
    (singing)
    ♪ She fled with her ships ♪
    ♪ And her people ♪
    ♪ Her heart broken for those ♪
  • (singing stops)
  • Your Grace.
    Did I say to stop?
    From the beginning.
    (singing)
    ♪ She fled with her ships ♪
  • Rhaenyra?
  • Yes, my Queen?
    Your presence is wanted
    in the outer courtyard.
    The royal hunt
    readies to depart.
    I’ve decided to remain here
    and read instead.
  • You may go, Sam well.
  • (stops singing)
    You are to stay
    by order of the Princess.
    The Queen commands you
    to leave the Godswood at once.
    Princess.
    Your Grace.
    The King wishes
    for you to join us.
    The King has much to celebrate.
    He does not need me.
    He wants for us
    all to be together.
    Perhaps the hunt
    could be… fun.
    Is it the King’s command?
  • Yes, but it…
  • Then at once, Your Grace.
    But it needn’t be.
    None of it needs be this way
    in truth, Rhaenyra.
    King Viserys:
    Well, isn’t this splendid.
    The whole of our family off to celebration
    and adventure in the Kings wood.
    (rattling)
    Should you be traveling
    in such condition?
    The maester said that being
    out in nature would do me well.
    Well, you will be with your
    own child sooner than late,
    and make me a proud grand sire.
    It’s not so bad.
    The days are long, but Aegon
    came quickly and without fuss.
    You should ride out
    with me today.
    Join in the chase.
    I’d rather not.
    The boars squeal like children
    when they’re being slaughtered.
    I find it discomforting.
    It’s a hunt, Rhaenyra.
    (Aegon babbling)
    How would you like
    to participate?
    I’m not sure why I must.
    Because you are my daughter…
    The Princess.
    And you have duties.
    (softly)
    As I am ceaselessly reminded.
  • King Viserys: I’m sorry?
  • (louder) As I am ceaselessly reminded.
    You wouldn’t need to be reminded
    if you ever attended to them.
    No one’s here for me.
    (grand music playing)
    (people applauding)
    ♪ ♪
    (crowd cheering)
    Hail, hail Aegon, the
    Conqueror-Babe, Second of His Name!
    Here’s to His Grace
    on his second name day!
    (pensive music playing)
    (cheering continues)
    (indistinct chatter)
    ♪ ♪
    Ceira Lannister: Lady Johanna
    was reported to have been abducted
    when one of Lord Swann’s ships
    sailed through the Step stones.
    What will happen
    to Lady Johanna?
    Ceira: She’s to be
    sold to a pillow house
    in the Free Cities
    if you believe the rumors.
    I fear the gods did not
    make me for hunting.
    Might I sit with you, my ladies?
    Queen Alicent:
    But of course. Please join us.
    Larys Strong, the youngest son
    of our Master of Law, Lord Lyonel.
    My Lord husband
    says that no King
    has even been able to tame
    the Step stones for long.
    It’s an inhospitable place
    suited only for savages.
    Perhaps the Princess…
    can give us some insight.
    (chuckles)
    Oh, I’m not sure how I could.
    I’ve never been
    to the Step stones.
    Your dear uncle is the
    great mind behind this war.
  • Is he not?
  • I wouldn’t know.
    I’ve not spoken
    to Daemon in years.
    Since you supplanted
    him as heir.
    Daemon made his choices,
    Lady Ceira.
    The Princess was
    more suited to the role.
    Joselyn Redwyne: He’s made a
    mess and the King must put an end to it.
    Send fleets and men
    and clear out
    the Triarchy for good.
    But the crown is not at war.
    The crown…
    is at war, Princess.
    Though your father
    refuses to admit it,
    we’ve been dragged into it by
    your uncle and The Sea Snake.
    And how have you served
    the realm of late,
    Lady Redwyne, by eating cake?
    (tense music playing)
    ♪ ♪
    ♪ ♪
    (indistinct chatter)
    I wonder, Princess…
    was your own second name day
    as grand as this?
    I honestly don’t recall
    and neither will Aegon.
    Lord Jason Lannister.
    I gathered that
    from all the lions.
    I don’t think we’ve been
    properly introduced.
    Your twin serves
    on my father’s council.
    Tyland is…
    frightfully dull, gods love him.
    The finest honeyed wine
    you’ll ever taste.
  • Made in Lannisport, of course.
  • Of course.
    Ah, the Kings wood,
    it’s fine hunting ground.
    But the best spot is to be
    found at Casterly Rock,
    near my home.
    Have you been?
    Um, once… on tour
    with my mother when I was young,
    and honestly can’t recall
    much of that either.
    The Rock is thrice the height
    of the High tower in Old town,
    taller still than
    the Wall in the north.
    It’s been said that
    if one were to stand in the
    tower… on a perfect day,
    one could see clear
    across the Sunset Sea.
    It must be quite something.
    Hm, I don’t have a Dragon pit,
    of course, but…
    I do have the means
    and resources to build one.
    Why would you need a Dragon pit?
    To house dragons, of course.
    I’d do anything for my Queen…
    or… lady wife.
    Thank you for the wine.
    (sighs)
    ♪ ♪
    Rhaenyra:
    Is that what I am to you?
    A prize to proffer about
    to the great houses?
    You’re of age, Rhaenyra.
    And Jason Lannister
    is an excellent match.
    He’s arrogant and self-serious.
    Well, I thought you might
    have that in common.
    Since you came of age,
    I’ve been slowly drowning
    in a lake of parchment
    flung from every
    corner of the realm.
    Marriage proposals, all.
    And I have tried often
    to discuss it with you,
    but you’ve refused me
    at every turn.
    That is because I do not
    wish to get married.
    (shouts) Even I do
    not exist above tradition
    and duty, Rhaenyra!
    Excuse me, Your Grace.
    You must marry.
  • Yes?
  • The royal huntsman have sent a report, Your Grace.
    There’s been a sighting
    of a white hart.
    The stag is “The King of
    the Kings wood,” Your Grace.
    A regal portent for
    Prince Aegon’s name day.
    ♪ ♪
    (laughs)
    Princess.
    (horse neighs)
    Criston Cole:
    Princess, wait!
    ♪ ♪
    (shouts)
    Princess, slow down!
    Hyah, hyah, hyah!
    Princess!
    No!
  • Criston: Whoa, whoa, now!
  • (horses neighing)
    (both panting)
    What happened back there?
    My father…
    trying to sell me off
    to Jason Lannister.
    Was… was I named heir
    to the Iron Throne
    so that I might only
    further raise the standing
    of a Lord of Casterly Rock?
    Do you want me to kill him?
    (Rhaenyra chuckles) - We
    should return to camp, Princess.
    It’s a beautiful day.
    We should take in the Kings wood.
    (birds calling)
    Were you ever betrothed,
    Ser Criston?
    I had an adventurous
    youth when my father
    served at Blackhaven,
    to be sure.
    But my station was
    never high enough
    for a formal betrothal.
    Before I spoke my vows as
    a knight of the Kings guard,
    I could’ve married
    a common-born girl had I wished.
    How lucky you are to have
    a say in your own life.
    Many in the realm would gladly
    trade positions with you, Princess.
    Only because none of them
    has ever held my position.
    I may be the Princess
    of Dragons tone,
    but I am toothless.
    One day…
    not so long ago,
    you held enough power
    to write my name
    into the White Book.
    And when your father
    named me to his Kings guard,
    it was the highest honor
    any Cole have ever known.
    All that I have, I owe to you.
    Now I’d hardly call that
    toothless, Princess.
    (dogs barking)
    ♪ ♪
    (growling)
    (dogs barking)
  • How land Sharp: Your Grace.
  • King Viserys: How far?
    Her droppings were found
    half a league to the east.
  • (sniffs) Still fresh.
  • Between two and three hours, Your Grace.
    My best scouts spied him.
    The beast is upward of 35 stone.
    And we now have his trail.
  • Aye.
  • Before the dragons ruled over Westeros,
    the white hart was a symbol
    of royalty in these lands.
    And on this day of all days.
    I’ve never been one for signs
    and portents, Your Grace,
    but if the gods did wish
    to show their favor.
    (chuckles)
    (dogs barking)
    ♪ ♪
    (indistinct chatter)
    Oh!
    Jason Lannister:
    Your Grace…
    I had this forged in the Golden
    Gallery in honor of Prince Aegon.
    It’s quite a thing.
    I hope it might provide the killing
    stroke against your white hart.
    The King of the Kings wood.
    It’s as if the Seven themselves
    have blessed this day.
    Thank you…
    for your generosity.
    I would be honored
    to take the Princess Rhaenyra
    to wife, Your Grace.
    What I offer you,
    The crown and your daughter,
    is strength.
    Do you think that House
    Targaryen wants for strength?
    If someone offered
    you more dragons,
    would you not take them?
    Do you have dragons to offer?
    Casterly Rock
    is a splendid seat.
    Rhaenyra may take her place
    there by my side without shame,
    and feel herself
    well-compensated
    for her loss in station.
    What loss of station?
    If you were to name
    young Aegon heir, Your Grace.
    And when would I be doing that?
    I had assumed…
    As he’s your firstborn son…
  • Many of us had assumed…
  • Many of us, you say?
    Have your bannermen
    questioned my choice of heir?
    Of course not, Your Grace.
    It is your sworn duty
    to report rebellion
  • stirring in my kingdom.
  • Rebellion?
    There’s been nothing of
    the sort, Your Grace. I, I…
    I did not decide to name
    Rhaenyra my heir on a whim.
    All the lords of the kingdom
    would do well to remember that.
    Thank you… for the gift.
    Your Grace.
    Wine.
    (sighing)
    (sighs)
    Otto High tower: The huntsman
    has the trail, Your Grace,
    and has sent out the hounds.
    It won’t be long now until
    the white hart is cornered.
    Your prize is within reach.
    What do you make of
    Lord Jason’s proposal?
    That man’s pride has pride.
    You’re not only Rhaenyra’s
    father, you’re the King.
    She’ll do as you command.
    It is not my wish
    to command her, Otto.
    I want her to be happy.
    There is another choice
    beyond Casterly Rock.
    One, perhaps, you might
    be more comfortable with.
    One… closer to home.
    Who do you have in mind?
    Prince Aegon.
    (Aegon babbling)
    The boy just turned two, Otto.
    Yes, but it would cease the endless
    proposals for Rhaenyra’s hand.
    (laughing)
  • Betroth them.
  • I came here to hunt…
    not to be suffocated by
    all this fucking politicking.
    Let us speak no more of it.
    ♪ ♪
    (echoing laughter)
    ♪ ♪
    (clanking)
    (thuds)
    Lyonel Strong: We’ve sent out
    riders to find Rhaenyra, Your Grace.
    Ser Criston went after her,
    so the hope is that
    they are together.
    The girl is
    a heedless contrarian.
    If I instead forbade her
    to wed a Lannister,
    she would’ve run off
    with Lord Jason out of spite.
    A truly great
    Targaryen King I am.
    Powerless over mine own
    daughter of seven-and-ten.
    King Jaehaerys ruled over
    half a century of peace
    while his children drove him
    to the edge of madness…
    his daughters, in particular.
    It is tradition, Your Grace.
    (chuckles)
    Do you wish to hear
    my opinion on the matter?
    (sighing)
    Should I guess?
    You believe that your son,
    Ser Harwin “Break bones,”
    the strongest knight
    in the Seven Kingdoms,
    is the best match for Rhaenyra.
    You flatter me,
    Your Grace, but no.
    It would seem to me the best match for
    Rhaenyra is the son of The Sea Snake,
    Ser Laenor.
    Some years ago, I counseled
    you to take his sister to wife.
    My reasoning remains the same.
    Laenor is of pure
    Valyrian descent.
    He shares blood with your
    cousin, the Princess Rhaenys.
    And he is the heir to the
    wealthiest house in the realm.
    The breach between your houses
    has not narrowed since
    I last spoke of it.
    It would do much
    to assuage Lord Corlys
    of any slights real…
    or imagined.
    We must pray, of course,
    that Laenor survives
    the fighting in the Step stones.
    (solemn music playing)
    (insects chirping)
    Princess, I must make a final
    plea that we return to the camp.
    I rather prefer it here.
    His Grace is certain to be
    worried by your absence.
    His Grace can worry
    himself to death if he so likes.
    Tell me something, Ser Criston.
    Do you think the realm will
    ever accept me as their Queen?
    They’ll have no choice
    but to, Princess.
    (horse neighs)
    (twigs cracking)
    (horses snorting)
    (squealing)
    (Criston grunts)
  • (Rhaenyra yelling)
  • (boar growling)
    (boar squealing)
    (growling)
    (Rhaenyra grunting)
    (fire crackling)
    Is everything all right,
    Your Grace?
    You know, I…
    I named her… to protect
    the realm from Daemon.
    She was my only child.
    “The Realm’s Delight.”
    I named her out of love
    because I no longer believed…
    Believed what, my love?
    (sighs)
    Many in my line have
    been dragon riders.
    Very few among us
    have been dreamers.
    What is the power of a dragon…
    next to the power of prophecy.
    The hour is too late, husband.
    When Rhaenyra was a child…
    I saw it in a dream…
    as vivid as these flames,
    I saw it.
    A male babe born to me…
    wearing the Conqueror’s crown.
    (sighs)
    And I so wanted it to be true,
    to be a dreamer myself.
    I sought that vision again,
    night after night…
    but it never came again.
    I poured all my thought
    and will into it.
    And my obsession killed
    Rhaenyra’s mother.
    Queen Alicent:
    Viserys.
    I thought Rhaenyra was the way
    out of my abyss of grief and regret.
    And naming her heir would
    begin to set things right.
  • Oh, it did.
  • I never imagined I would remarry…
    that I would have a son.
    ♪ ♪
    What if I was wrong?
    (horn blowing)
    (dogs barking)
    (hart baying)
    Harwin Strong:
    Left.
    (hart bellowing)
    He may not be white, Your Grace.
    But he’s a big lad.
    (dogs barking)
    Your Grace… for the kill.
    (tense music playing)
    (hart bellowing)
    Royal Huntsman:
    Right here, Your Grace.
    (dogs barking)
    ♪ ♪
    (hart wailing)
    (wailing)
    One more time, Your Grace.
    A little bit to your left.
    ♪ ♪
  • (grunts)
  • (hart shrieks)
    (shrieking stops)
    (breathing heavily)
    ♪ ♪
    (hunters applauding)
    (wind blowing)
    (rustling)
    (low bellow)
    ♪ ♪
    (softly) No.
    (light music playing)
    (indistinct chatter)
    ♪ ♪
    ♪♪
    (Aegon crying)
    Come, sweet Prince.
    Let’s give Her Grace some peace.
    (crying continues)
    Did you enjoy the hunt,
    Your Grace?
  • Well enough.
  • How fared my grandson?
    The ladies Lannister and
    Redwyne were quite taken with him.
    Otto: As they should be.
    He’s the future of the realm.
    Well, you yourself witnessed
    the scale of the celebration,
    how it’s united the men.
    When you bore the King a son,
    you ended 15 years
    of uncertainty and doubt.
    Aegon, like his namesake,
    was born to rule
    the Seven Kingdoms.
    If Viserys were
    to name him heir,
    the realm would fete him for it.
    And does this not please you?
  • Do you not want your son to be King?
  • And what mother wouldn’t?
    You mustn’t ignore
    the certain truth
    that if Rhaenyra were to step
    over Aegon to ascend the throne,
    the realm would
    tear itself apart.
    They all swore obeisance to her,
    our house among them.
    That was before Aegon.
    Rhaenyra will be a good queen.
    It wouldn’t matter if she were
    Jaehaerys himself born again.
  • Rhaenyra is a woman.
  • What of my son?
    Would you have me raise a man
    to steal his own sister’s birthright?
    It is Aegon that’s being robbed.
    He’s the firstborn
    son of the King.
    To deny that he
    is heir to the throne
    is to assail the laws
    of gods and men.
    The road ahead is uncertain,
    but the end is clear.
    Aegon will be king.
    You must guide
    Viserys towards reason.
    He’ll never find it on his own.
    How are you feeling, husband?
    The gods have punished me
    for my indulgences.
  • (door closes)
  • At least the wine was good.
    Too good.
    (King Viserys sighing)
    I was hoping we might
    discuss something.
    Rhaenyra?
    (sighs)
    I do not think she enjoyed
    Jason Lannister’s company.
    She is cross.
    I warned you that she would be.
    Rhaenyra has come of age.
    She must needs marry a high lord
    who will honor her, defend her,
    and serve her as king consort.
    Her wishes in this matter
    are irrelevant.
    I do believe that Rhaenyra
    will marry, Your Grace.
    But she must believe
    it is her choice to do so.
    (sighs)
  • What’s this?
  • A letter…
    from Vaemond Velaryon.
  • The Sea Snake’s brother.
  • Yeah.
    He’s fighting
    in the Step stones,
    with all the rest of them.
    May I?
    Lord Corlys and Prince Daemon
    are losing their war.
    Badly, by all accounts.
    This is a plea for aid.
    Then why not send it?
    Because it is a war
    started by two malcontents,
    unhappy with decisions I made.
    If I now provide
    Daemon and Corlys succor,
    what will that say
    of their king?
    Perhaps, that he is a good
    man who loves his brother.
    Well, if you truly
    believe that, my dear…
    then you possess
    a generous spirit.
    What do you believe, Viserys?
    That I am forever doomed
    to anger one person
    in the pleasing of another.
    Then I pose a simpler question.
    Is it better for the realm
    if the Crabfeeder thrives,
    or is vanquished?
    (door opens)
    King Viserys: Make haste
    to Dwarfstone, Ser Addam.
    Hand-deliver this
    to Prince Daemon yourself.
    At once, Your Grace.
  • Dwarfstone?
  • I’m sending word to Daemon.
    Aid is sailing
    to the Step stones.
  • Did he make call for help?
  • He would sooner die.
    But his king does not
    mean to allow that.
    Do you not think
    my decision correct?
    It is no consequence
    to what I think…
    as I’m often reminded.
    Daemon is thorn enough
    in my flesh.
    Will you insist
    on taking after him?
    Must everything be a battle?
    If you refer to your attempt to
    marry me off to Casterly Rock.
    (sighs) I am sorry, Rhaenyra.
    I was trying to help you.
    Will you not be helped?
    Why must every effort
    on your behalf be resisted
  • as if to the death?
  • Because you mean to replace me…
    with Alicent Hightower’s son,
    the boy you always wanted.
    You have him in hands now.
    Y-You have no
    further use for me.
    You might as well peddle me
    for what you can.
    A mountain stronghold
    or a fleet of ships.
    You have misjudged me, Rhaenyra.
    All know it.
    Jason Lannister knows it.
    You said it yourself,
    the lords of the realm gather
    like vultures to a carcass,
    hoping to feast on my bones.
    It is true that as rulers
    we must marry for advantage
    to forge alliances
    and bolster our strength.
    You have always understood this.
    I myself was promised
    to your mother when I was…
    Ten-and-seven years of age.
    The Vale had an army
    to rival the North.
    I’ve heard that story
    since I’ve had ears to.
    I loved her.
    She made a man of me.
    I do not seek
    to replace you, child.
    You’ve been much alone
    these last few years.
    Alone and angry.
    I will not live forever.
    I wish to see you contented,
    happy even.
    You think a man will do it?
  • A family.
  • I had a family.
    What would you have me do?!
    If it was for advantage, you
    would’ve wed Laena Velaryon!
    That is true enough.
    You must marry,
    strengthen your own claim,
    shore up your succession,
    multiply.
    As to your match…
    make it yourself.
    Search him out.
    Find one that pleases you,
    as I did.
    Rhaenyra…
    I did waver
    at one time.
    But I swear to you now,
    on your mother’s memory,
    you will not be supplanted.
    (door opens)
    (door closes)
    (tense music playing)
    ♪ ♪
    (dragon screeching)
    Corlys Velaryon: We have 16,
    perhaps 18, seaworthy ships.
    Seven hundred foot,
    some 60 knights.
    Our food quickly dwindles, save
    for what we can fish from the sea.
    I would say we have a fortnight,
    mayhaps a bit longer
    with strict rationing.
    I’ve made call for Driftmark
    to send more ships,
    but they will be weeks away.
    We are faltering
    and the Triarchy knows it.
    We must press the attack,
    continue sending the dragons.
    Laenor Velaryon:
    It’s pointless, father.
    The Crabfeeder has
    created a choke point here,
    beyond these dunes.
    Archers hold the high positions,
    foot soldiers hold the ground.
    We’ve strafed them on
    dragon back again and again,
    but they just retreat
    within the caves.
    Dragons can circle Bloodstone
    until they fall out of the sky.
    The Crabfeeder and his men
    have no reason
    to leave those caves.
    Laenor:
    We must give them one,
    an offering of flesh
    to bait the crab.
    Corlys: Who?
    Joffrey Velaryon:
    Dragon returning!
    (dragon roaring)
    Vaemond Velaryon:
    Yes. Who?
    Which man here will
    happily go to his death?
    Show me the knight who
    will march into that hell pit,
    nephew, and I will
    show you a madman.
  • Daemon.
  • Daemon is why we are losing!
    Laenor: He at least
    is fighting this war.
    What role have you played
    in his council, uncle,
  • other than Master of Complaints?
  • Enough, Laenor.
    Vaemond: If King’s Landing
    will not support Daemon,
    why should any of us?!
    ♪ ♪
    Blood or no, Vaemond,
    I will not have
    you stoke mutiny.
    If you do not seize control
    of this war, my lord,
    the crabs will soon
    dine on all of us.
    Prince Daemon.
    I bring word from His Grace,
    Viserys Targaryen,
    first of his name,
    King of the Andals,
    the Rhoynar, and the First Men,
    Lord of the Seven Kingdoms,
    and Protector of the Realm.
    (contemplative music playing)
    ♪ ♪
    (muffled shouting)
    Joffrey: (muffled)
    That’s enough! Stop!
    King Viserys:
    Brother…
    I have ordered 10 ships
    and 2,000 men to set sail
    from King’s Landing
    to join the effort
    in the Step stones.
    Though time and circumstance
    have seen us estranged,
    know that it is not my desire
    to see you fail in your cause.
    It is instead my hope
    that this aid will deliver
    the victory that has
    thus far evaded us.
    I shall pray nightly to
    the gods for your safe return.
    ♪ ♪
    (vocalizing)
    ♪ ♪
    ♪ ♪
    ♪ ♪
    ♪ ♪
    Nock.
    (vocalizing)
    ♪ ♪
    Draw.
    (grunting)
    (intense music playing)
    Loose!
    (arrows thwacking)
    Loose!
    (grunting)
    Loose!
    ♪ ♪
    Loose!
    ♪ ♪
    (yelling)
    (soldiers shouting)
    (grunts)
    (winces)
    ♪ ♪
    (soldiers shouting)
    ♪ ♪
    ♪ ♪
    ♪ ♪
    (flames roaring)
    ♪ ♪
    (speaking High Valyrian)
    Dracarys!
    (screaming)
    (soldiers shouting)
    Nock!
    (shouts) Dragon!
    (yelling)
    ♪ ♪
    (grunts)
    (grunts)
    ♪ ♪
    (Sea Smoke screeches)
    Whoo!
    Dracarys!
    ♪ ♪
    (Sea Smoke screeches)
    ♪ ♪
    ♪ ♪
    ♪ ♪