House of the Dragon - Season 1 EP7.Driftmark

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(epic theme playing)

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(waves crashing)

(somber music playing)

(Vaemond Velaryon

speaking High Valyrian)

(Daemon chuckling)

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(Vaemond continues)

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(indistinct chatter)

Have you seen your father?

Your little cousins

have lost their mother.

They could use a kind word.

I have an equal

claim to sympathy.


-We should be at Harrenhal,

mourning Lord Lyonel

and Ser Harwin.

It would not be appropriate.

The Velaryons are our kin

and the Strongs are not.

Look at me.

Do you understand?

(indistinct chatter)

Princess Helaena:

Hand turns loom;

spool of green,

spool of black;

dragons of flesh

weaving dragons of thread.

Hand turns loom;

spool of green…

-We have nothing in common.

-She’s our sister.

-You marry her, then.

-I would perform my duty,

-if mother had

only betrothed us.

-(scoffs) If only.

It would strengthen

the family.

Keep our Valyrian blood pure.

-She’s an idiot.

-She’s your future queen.

We actually do have

one thing in common.

We both fancy creatures

with very long legs.

(claps hands)




…dragon’s flesh,

weaving dragons of thread.

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Lyonel Strong’s son’s

been staring at you

since the moment we arrived,

Your Grace.


It is only a look of pride,

Ser Criston.

Larys is the new

Lord of Harrenhal.

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Corlys Velaryon:

Both my seat and High Tide

will be yours one day,


Your brother will be king,

of course.

He’ll sit on endless

councils and ceremonies,

but Lord of the Tides

rules the sea.

Lucerys: Sorry.

I don’t want it.

It’s your birthright, lad.

If I’m the Lord of Driftmark,

it means everyone’s dead.

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-I’m very sorry.

-Thank you. Thank you.

Rhaena: (crying)


I don’t want

Mother to be gone.

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(indistinct chatter)

(somber music)

(dragon screeches)

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Retrieve your patron.


(tense music playing)

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(indistinct chatter)

Your girls are the very

image of their mother.

A comfort and an anguish,

as I well remember.

The gods can be cruel.

It seems they’ve been

especially cruel to you.

(chuckles) Yes.

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You should return with us

to King’s Landing.

It’s time that you came home.

Pentos is my home…

-and that of my children.


I know we’ve had

our differences,

but let them pass

with the years.

There’s a place for you

in my court

if that’s something

you should need.

I need… nothing.

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I’m sorry for your loss,

my Prince.

No matter how fat

the leech grows,

it always wants

for another meal.

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Go to bed.

-But, Mother–

-Go to bed.

I’m going to bed, Aemma.

Shall I see after

Queen Alicent,

Your Grace?

No, Ser Harrold.

You have the night’s watch,

Ser Criston.

Lord Commander.

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(indistinct chatter)



(Aegon grunts)

Get to bed.

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(dragon calls)

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(dragon screeching)


She wanted to come home

and he denied her.

Daemon did what

he thought best.

Daemon only ever does

what is best for Daemon.

Laena needed our maesters.

The surgeons in Pentos

are as well-trained

as our maesters.

You are looking

to place blame

for an act of the gods.

Mayhaps the gods

have scorned us…

for our insatiable pride.

The crown was yours

until those fools

at the Great Council

plucked it from your head.

Is it such a terrible thing

for your husband

to wish to win it back?

Tonight of all nights,

let us lay aside

this falsehood.

It is not justice for

your wife that drives you.

It is your own ambition.

‘Tis desire for the throne,

if not for yourself,

then for the scions

of your house.

I gave up the idea

of wearing a crown

a generation ago.

It is you, lord husband,

who refuses

to abandon this pursuit,

even now,

at the cost of our children.

(wind howling)

What is this brief

mortal life…

if not the pursuit of legacy?

Legacy may be why you

live your life, Corlys.

I want Driftmark

to pass through

Laena’s line to Baela.

To true Velaryon blood.

Declare it now,

while all are gathered here,

and we will say

that is how we will honor

Laena’s memory.

And disinherit our son?

He will be the King Consort.

His son will one day

sit the Iron Throne.

You would have me cast

an even darker shadow

over those little boys

than already exists.

We are alone here, husband.

You can speak the plain truth

as we both know it:

Rhaenyra’s children

are not of your blood.

But Laena’s are.

They are her legacy.

History does not remember blood.

It remembers names.

(footsteps retreating)

-(waves crashing)

-(birds cawing)


Laenor has been

restless for years,

but now, he will be useless.

Or worse.

I know better than anyone

that our marriage is a farce.

But I at least make the effort

to maintain appearances.

You have more to lose.

Yes, well, that has been

my lot since my father

named me heir.

We did try…

to conceive a child.

We performed our duty

as best we could.

But to no avail.

There was no joy in it.

I found that elsewhere.

-It felt good to be desired.


I understand

Ser Harwin was quite…

devoted to you.

Yes, he was.

And I trusted him.

Should’ve forbidden

Ser Harwin from returning

to the Riverlands.

Harren’s curse is said

to be as strong now

as it was after the Conquest.

That’s a ghost story,

one Ser Otto and the Queen

would gladly exploit.

I do not believe Alicent

capable of cold murder.


Each of us is capable

of depravity.

And more than

you would believe.

I believe it of you.

If you’re accusing me

of some depravity,

you’ll need to be

more specific.

I’ve been alone.

-You abandoned me.

-I spared you.

-You were a child.


Yes, I was a child.

And look at what my life

became without you.

-Droll tragedy.

-Oh, and I wonder what you

think of mine by comparison?

I know little of it.

Did you love her?

We were happy enough.

Well, that in itself

is a great achievement.

-I am sorry.

-Don’t be.

I am at least allowed

to mourn my losses.

(light music playing)


I’m no longer a child.

I want you.

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(heavy breathing)

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(breathing heavily)


(birds cawing)


(Vhagar breathing deeply)

(softly) Fuck.

(Vhagar snorts)


(Vhagar breathing deeply)

(tense music)



(Aemond breathing heavily)


(speaking High Valyrian)


Dohaeras, Vhagar! Lykiri!


(Vhagar quiets)


(Vhagar inhales)


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(breathing heavily)


(Vhagar grumbles)

-(shouts) Soves!


Dohaeras, Vhagar! Soves!


(Vhagar vocalizes)

(intense music)

-Ah! Ahh!



(Aemond yelling)






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Yeah! (laughs)

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Baela: (whispers)

Jace, Jace.

Jace, wake up. Wake up.

-Someone stole Vhagar.

-(whispers) What?

(Vhagar roars)

-Rhaenyra: Who is it?

-(Vhagar roars)



Jace, what are we doing?

-It’s him.

-It’s me.

-Vhagar is my mother’s dragon.

-Your mother’s dead.

-And Vhagar has a new rider now.

-She was mine to claim.


Then you should’ve claimed her!

Maybe your cousins

can find you a pig to ride.

-It would suit you.



-(Aemond yells)

Come at me again

and I’ll feed you to my dragon!

-(Jacaerys yells)

-(punches landing)

(shrieks) Ah!


(grunting, panting)

(tense music)

You will die

screaming in flames

just as your father did!



My father’s still alive.

He doesn’t know, does he,

Lord Strong?


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(Aemond wailing)

-Harrold Westerling:

Cease this at once!


Get away!

My Prince, my Prince.

Let me see.

(Aemond breathing heavily)

Gods be good.

How could you allow

such a thing to happen?

I will have answers.


The princes were supposed

to be abed, My King.


Who had the watch?

Criston Cole:

Young prince was attacked by

his own cousins, Your Grace.

You swore oaths to protect

and defend my blood!


I’m very sorry, Your Grace.

The Kingsguard has

never had to defend

princes from princes,

-Your Grace.

-That is no answer!

It will heal,

will it not, maester?

Maester Kelvyn:

The flesh will heal.

But the eye is lost,

Your Grace.

-Alicent: Where were you?

-Aegon: Me?

-Ow! What was that for?

-That was nothing

compared to the abuse

your brother suffered

while you were drowning

in your cups, you fool.

-(door opens)

-Corlys: What is

the meaning of this?


Baela, Rhaena!

What happened?

What happened?



-Show me. Show me.


-Who did this?

-They attacked me!

-He attacked Baela!

-He broke Luke’s nose!

(children shouting)


He stole my mother’s dragon!


-Lucerys: He was

gonna kill Jace!

-I didn’t do anything!


It should be my son

telling the tale!

-He called us–

-(yells) Silence!


He called us bastards.

Viserys: Aemond…

I will have the truth

of what happened.


-What else is there to hear?

Your son has been maimed.

Her son is responsible.

-It was a regrettable accident.

-Alicent: Accident?

The Prince Lucerys brought

a blade to the ambush.

He meant to kill my son.

It was my sons

who were attacked

and forced

to defend themselves.

Vile insults were

levied against them.

What insults?

The legitimacy

of my sons’ birth was

put loudly to question.


-He called us bastards.


My sons are in line to inherit

the Iron Throne, Your Grace.

This is the highest of treasons.

Prince Aemond must

be sharply questioned

so we might learn where

he heard such slanders.

Over an insult?

My son has lost an eye.

You tell me, boy.

Where did you hear this lie?

Alicent: The insult was

training yard bluster.

-The lot of boys.

It was nothing.


I asked you a question.

Where is Ser Laenor, I wonder?

The boys’ father?

Perhaps he might have

something to say in the matter.

Yes. Where is Ser Laenor?

I do not know, Your Grace.

I… could not find sleep.

I had gone out to walk.


his young squires,

I would venture.

Viserys: Aemond…

look at me.

Your king demands an answer.

Who spoke these lies to you?

(tense music)

It was Aegon.


And you, boy?

Where did you hear

such calumnies?

(yells) Aegon!

Tell me the truth of it!

We know, Father.

Everyone knows.

Just look at them.

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This interminable

infighting must cease!

All of you!

We are family!

Now make your apologies

and show good will

to one another.

Your father, your grandsire,

your king demands it!

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That is insufficient.

Aemond has been damaged,

permanently, My King.

“Good will” cannot

make him whole.

I know, Alicent,

but I cannot restore his eye.

No, because it’s been taken.

-What would you have me do?

-There is a debt to be paid.

-I shall have one of her

son’s eyes in return.


-My dear wife.

-He is your son, Viserys.

Your blood.


Do not…

allow your temper

to guide your judgment.

Alicent: If the King

will not seek justice,

the Queen will.

Ser Criston…

bring me the eye

of Lucerys Velaryon.


-Viserys: Alicent.

He can choose

which eye to keep,

a privilege he did

not grant my son.

You will do no such thing.

-Stay your hand.

-No, you are sworn to me!

As your protector, my Queen.

Alicent, this matter…

is finished.

Do you understand?

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And let it be known:

anyone whose tongue dares

to question the birth

of Princess Rhaenyra’s sons

should have it removed.

Thank you, Father.

-Harrold: Your Grace.

Stay with the King!

-Viserys: Alicent!


Hold your approach!


-Harrold: Do not, Ser Criston!

-Viserys: Alicent!


-Do not, Ser Criston!

Viserys: Alicent!

-Rhaenyra: No!



Stay your hand, Cole!

You’ve gone too far.


What have I done

but what was expected

of me?

Forever upholding

the kingdom,

the family, the law.

-While you flout all

to do as you please.

-Alicent, let her go!

Where is duty?

Where is sacrifice?

It’s trampled under

your pretty foot again.

Release the blade, Alicent.

And now you take my son’s eye,

and to even that,

you feel entitled.

Exhausting, wasn’t it?

Hiding beneath the cloak

of your own righteousness.

(whispers) But now

they see you as you are.


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Do not mourn me, Mother.

It was a fair exchange.

I may have lost an eye…

but I gained a dragon.

This proceeding is at an end.

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The Hand, Your Grace.

(door closes)

Say your piece.

Now, what piece is that?

I’ve conducted myself

in a manner…

unbefitting my station.

Or any other.

I lost composure…

assaulted the Princess.

Already the word is spreading,

the gossip speculating

that I’ve gone mad.

All true.

I disgraced myself.

And ensured

my husband’s favor will

forever rest on her.

Otto Hightower:

And yet…

I’ve never seen that side

of you, my daughter.

I even doubted its existence.

-It was an ugly thing.

I regret it.

-We play an ugly game.

And now, for the first time,

I see that you have

the determination

to win it.


-You see her for what she is.

What the King’s

stubbornness has wrought.

-What will he say to me?

-He’ll forgive you.

What else can he do?

Now go to him, be penitent,

plead the injury to your son.

Keep a grip on your passions.

And I promise you,

in time, you and I

together will prevail.

What that rogue

Aemond has done

in winning Vhagar to our side.

The boy was right.

It’s worth a thousand times

the price he paid.

(Rhaenyra winces)


You will scar,

but the wound will heal.

Valyrian steel cuts clean.

(door opens)


Is everyone all right?

Maester Kelvyn:

A broken nose is the worst.

Thank you, maester.

Leave us.

You as well.

You’ve already found

enough trouble today.

Yes, Mother.


I should’ve been there.

Those should be

our house words.

I have fought

dreadful enemies,

but I could not defend

my dear sister

far from home and in agony.

-I could not defend you.

-Sit down.

Aemond called

our sons bastards.


I have failed you, Rhaenyra.

Our marriage…

I tried.

Our boys…

-I do love them.

-I know.


But I have not, mayhaps…

loved them enough.

I had hoped to bear

your children.

The few times we lay together.

Things might’ve

been different.

I hate the gods

for making me as they did.

I do not.

You are an honorable man

with a good heart.


It’s a rare thing.

We made an arrangement

all those years ago

to do our duty and…

yet explore happiness.



-But there are times

I think when these things

cannot mutually exist.

Ser Qarl will return

soon to the fighting

in the Stepstones.

But I recommit myself to you.

And to strengthening

our house as we prepare you

for your ascension.

I will raise our sons

to be princes of the realm.


-You deserve better

than what I have been.

You deserve a husband.

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I’ve asked them

to have wine ready

for you on the ship.

To help you sleep.

(Viserys groans)

I’m so sorry.


We will speak no more of it.

(breathing heavily)

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(birds cawing)

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(dragon vocalizing)

Fire is such strange power.

Everything that House Targaryen

possesses is owed to it.

Yet it has cost us both

what we loved.

Perhaps the Velaryons

knew the truth of it.

The sea is the better ally.

Fire is a prison.

The sea offers an escape.

Larys Strong:

A perversion of justice.

The young prince…


An outrage.


If it’s an eye you want

to balance the scales,

I am your servant.

That will not be necessary.

But your devotion

has not gone unnoticed.

These are dangerous times.

The day will doubtless come

when I require such a friend.

With not only skill

but discretion as well.

I shall await your call,

my Queen.

I need you, Uncle.

(speaking High Valyrian)

We could not marry

unless Laenor were dead.

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I know.

(indistinct chatter)

I’ve heard about

your exploits

in the Stepstones,

Ser Qarl.

Said to be a knight

of remarkable skill.

You flatter me, m’lord.

But alas, common-born.

You’re a landless knight

with a lord’s taste.

Ser Laenor’s been kind to me.

Do you know…

there are places across

the Narrow Sea…

where it doesn’t matter

what a man’s name is?

Only how much gold

he possesses.

What are you asking

of me, m’lord?

A quick death.

One with witnesses.

(Qarl scoffs)

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I will not be a tyrant.

-And rule through terror.

-(door opens)


A tyrant rules

only through terror.



(neck snaps)


If the King isn’t feared,

he is powerless.

If you are to be

a strong queen,

you must cultivate

love and respect, yes,

but your subjects

must fear you.

Who let you in here?

Why are you

in my father’s hall?

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You have always

looked down on me.


I do love Laenor.


Then grant him this kindness.

Set him free.

You forget yourself.

-My lord. Please!


I’ll alert the guards!

(intense music)

(grunting, yelling)


This will cost Lord Corlys

and Princess Rhaenys

their only remaining child.

And the realm will whisper

that I was somehow responsible.

(Rhaenys crying)

(yells) No!


Let them whisper.



How did you let this happen?

In my fucking hall?

Tell me!


We will know the truth of it

and our enemies won’t.

They will fear what else

we might be capable of.

(light music)

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(Priest speaking High Valyrian)

(Priest continues)

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