(epic theme playing)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(light music playing)

(wind blowing)

♪ ♪

Princess Rhaenyra:

There you are.

The Sea Snake

is going to die, isn’t he?

- Luke…

- I can’t be Lord of the Tides.

Grand sire was

the greatest sailor who ever lived.

I get green sick before the ship

even leaves the harbor.

I’ll just ruin everything.

I don’t want Driftmark.

It should’ve passed on

to Ser Vaemond.

We don’t choose

our destiny, Luke. It chooses us.

Grand sire let you choose

whether you’d be his heir.

You told us so.

And do you want

to know the truth of it?

I was frightened.

I was… four-and-ten.

Same as you are now.

I wasn’t ready

to be Queen

of the Seven Kingdoms.

But… it was my duty.

And, in time,

I came to understand

I had to earn my inheritance.

I’m not like you.

- In what way, sweet boy?

- I’m not so…

perfect.

(kisses)

- I am anything but.

- (footsteps approach)

My father looked after me

and helped to prepare me

for my duties.

Your mother will do

the same for you.

Lorent Marbrand:

Good morrow, Princess.

Good morrow, Ser Lorent.

Princess Rhaenys has

just arrived on dragon back.

She urgently requests

an audience with you and Prince Daemon.

(door opens)

The Princess Rhaenys Targaryen.

Thank you, Ser Lorent.

Princess Rhaenys…

might we hope for news

of Lord Corlys’s recovery?

Viserys is dead.

♪ ♪

I grieve this loss with you,

Rhaenyra.

My cousin, your father…

possessed a kind heart.

There is more.

Aegon has been crowned

as his successor.

(whimpers)

They crowned him?

How did Viserys die?

I could not say.

- How long ago?

- A day past, perhaps two.

I was made a prisoner

in my quarters

while the Queen

made her preparations.

Viserys has been slain.

Alicent demanded

you declare for Aegon.

She did.

- I refused her.

- And yet you are alive.

The High Septon crowned Aegon

in the Dragon pit.

I witnessed it myself

just before I fled on Meleys.

They crowned him

before the masses.

Princess Rhaenys: So that the masses

would see him as their rightful king.

That whore of a Queen

murdered my brother and stole his throne.

And you could have

burned them all for it.

A war is like to be fought

over this treachery, to be sure.

Mm.

But that war is

not mine to begin.

I only rushed

this warning to you

out of loyalty

to my husband and to my house.

The Greens are coming

for you, Rhaenyra.

And for your children.

You should leave

Dragons tone at once.

(tense music playing)

(whimpers, gasps)

The babe is coming.

(breathing heavily)

(Rhaenyra groaning)

Her term is far from complete.

This should not be happening.

It is fucking happening.

Older Midwife:

Keep your head about you, Princess. Come.

Elinda:

We’ve done this five times before.

Keep your spirit,

and the sixth will be no different.

Get off, get off,

get off, get off!

Ow, ow, ow. (gasps)

I want patrols along

the island’s perimeter,

looking for any small ships

that might set ashore.

If the Greens attack now,

it will be by stealth…

- (Rhaenyra groaning)

- …not directly.

We don’t have enough men

to surround the island,

but we can make ourselves

appear stronger than they are.

(Rhaenyra screaming)

Conscript the Dragon keepers.

They’re capable fighters.

- Waste no time.

- It will be done, my Prince.

(Rhaenyra screaming)

- (grunting)

- (swords clanging)

- What was that?

- (grunts) I’m sorry.

You might go easier

on him, my Prince,

so he can learn what

you’re trying to teach.

Rhaenys:

Your lady mother needs to see you!

Both of you.

- (gasps)

- Prince Jacaerys: Mother?

(Rhaenyra groaning)

Rhaenyra: Fuck.

Maester Gerardys:

Princess.

♪ ♪

Your grand sire,

King Viserys, has passed.

V-Viserys?

The Greens

have repudiated the succession

and claimed the Iron Throne.

Aegon has been crowned king.

- What is to be done about it?

- Nothing yet.

- And where is Daemon?

- Rhaenyra: I don’t know.

Gone to madness.

Gone to plot his war.

- Jacaerys: Leave Daemon with me.

- Rhaenyra: Jace.

Jacaerys.

Whatever claim remains to me,

you are now its heir.

Naught is to be done

but by my command.

(groaning)

Bartimos Celtigar:

A raven flew in this morning.

The Sea Snake’s

fever has broken,

and he has left Even fall.

- Where is he sailing?

- That much is unclear, my Prince.

We’ll send ravens

to our nearest allies:

Lords Darklyn, Massey…

- and Bar Emmon.

- Rhaenyra: (shouts) Daemon!

Do you want to speak

to the maester, my Prince?

I’ll fly to

the River lands myself

and affirm Lord Tully’s support.

You will do no such thing.

My mother has decreed

no action be taken while she’s abed.

It’s good you’re here,

young Prince.

You’re needed to patrol

the skies on Vermax.

Did you hear what I said?

(Rhaenyra screaming)

The ravens, Lord Bartimos.

I shall see it done.

Summon Ser Steffon.

Our Kings guard are needed

on the Dragonmont.

Come with me.

I’ll show you the true meaning of loyalty.

You swore an oath

as knights of the Kings guard.

As do all who wear

the white cloak, my Prince.

To whom?

I swore first

to King Jaehaerys, my Prince.

And then to His Grace,

King Viserys,

when he succeeded him.

Do you acknowledge

the true line of succession?

- Yes.

- Yes, my Prince.

♪ ♪

Do you recall…

who King Viserys named

as his heir before his death?

Princess Rhaenyra.

Hm.

I’m grateful for your long

service to the crown.

So I’m presenting you

with a choice.

(Caraxes screeches)

(roars)

♪ ♪

Swear anew your oath

to Rhaenyra as your queen…

to Prince Jacaerys

as the heir to the Iron Throne.

(groaning, breathing heavily)

- (roars)

- Prince Daemon: Or…

if you support the usurper,

speak it now…

and you will have a clean

and honorable death.

But if you choose treachery,

if you swear fealty now only

to later turn your cloaks…

know that you will die…

screaming.

(screams)

(roars)

(grunting)

Princess, let us help you.

- (groans) No.

- (growls)

- (screams) Get out!

- Elinda: Princess, please.

- Get out.

- You should not do this alone, Princess.

Let us help you.

(cries)

(gasps)

(screams)

(screaming)

(breathing heavily)

(gasps)

(cries)

(breathing heavily)

(somber music playing)

♪ ♪

(waves crashing)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(flames crackling)

Erryk Cargyll:

I mean no harm, brothers.

(light strings playing)

I swear to ward the Queen…

with all my strength…

and give my blood for hers.

I shall take no wife…

hold no lands…

father no children.

I shall guard her secrets…

obey her commands…

ride at her side,

and defend her name and honor.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

My Queen.

(regal music playing)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Daemon: Queen Rhaenyra

Targaryen, First of Her Name,

Queen of the Andals

and the Rhoynar and the First Men.

Lady of the Seven Kingdoms

and Protector of the Realm.

Your Grace.

Wine, my Queen.

Thank you, Rhaena.

Come.

- What is our standing?

- Daemon: We have 30 knights,

a hundred crossbowmen,

and 300 men-at-arms.

Dragons tone is

relatively easy to defend,

but as an instrument

of conquest,

our army leaves

a lot to be desired.

We have sent word

to my loyal men in the City Watch.

I’ll have some support there,

but I cannot speak

to the numbers.

We already have declarations

from Celtigar and St aunt on,

Massey, Darklyn, Bar Emmon.

My lady mother was an Arryn.

The Vale will not

turn cloak against their own kin.

River run was

always a close friend

to your father, Your Grace.

With Prince Daemon’s

acquiescence,

I’ve already sent ravens

to Lord Grover.

Lord Grover is fickle

and easily swayed.

He will need to be convinced

of the strength of our position

and that we will support him

should it come to war.

I’m going to treat

with him myself.

Steffon Darklyn:

What of Storm’s End and Winter fell?

Bartimos: There has never

lived a Stark who forgot an oath.

And with House Stark,

the North will follow.

Lord Borros Baratheon will need to

be reminded of his father’s promises.

What news from Driftmark?

Lord Corlys sails

for Dragons tone.

To declare for his Queen.

The Velaryon fleet is

in my husband’s yoke.

He decides where they sail.

Rhaenyra: We shall pray for both

you and your husband’s support.

Just as we prayed nightly

for the Sea Snake’s return to good health.

There’s no port

on the Narrow Sea would dare to make

an enemy of the Velaryon fleet.

- And our enemies?

- We have no friends among the Lannisters.

Tyland has served the Hand

too long to turn against him.

And Otto High tower

needs the Lannister fleet.

Without the Lannisters,

we are not like to find

- any allies west of the Golden Tooth.

- Daemon: No.

The River lands

are essential, Your Grace.

Pray forgive my bluntness,

Your Grace,

but talk of men is moot.

Your cause owns a power

that has not been

seen in this world

since the days of Old Valyria.

Dragons.

The Greens have dragons as well.

Daemon:

They have three adults, by my count.

We have Syrax,

Caraxes, and Meleys.

Your sons have Vermax,

Arrax, and Tyraxes.

Baela has Moondancer.

Daemon, none of our dragons

have been to war.

There are also

unclaimed dragons.

Sea smoke still

resides on Driftmark.

Vermithor and Silver wing

dwell on the Dragonmont,

still riderless.

Then there are the three wild

dragons, all of whom nest here.

Rhaenyra:

And who is to ride them?

Daemon:

Dragons tone has 13 to their 4.

I also have a score

of eggs incubating in the Dragonmont.

Now… we need

a place to gather,

a toehold large enough

to house a sizable host.

Here, at Harrenhal.

We cut off the west,

surround King’s Landing

with the dragons.

And we could have

every Green head mounted on spikes

before the fucking moon turns.

Your Grace…

a ship has been

sighted offshore:

a lone galleon, flying a banner

of a three-headed green dragon.

Alert the watchtowers.

Sight the skies.

(tense music playing)

♪ ♪

I come at the behest

of the Dowager Queen Alicent,

mother of King Aegon,

Second of His Name,

Lord and Protector

of the Seven Kingdoms.

I’ve been directed

to deliver her message

only to Princess Rhaenyra.

Where is the Princess?

(Syrax screeches)

(roars)

(screeches)

(roaring)

(bellows)

(roars)

Princess Rhaenyra.

I’m Queen Rhaenyra now.

And you all are

traitors to the realm.

King Aegon Targaryen,

Second of His Name…

in his wisdom

and desire for peace,

is offering terms.

Acknowledge Aegon as king

and swear obeisance

before the Iron Throne.

In exchange,

His Grace will confirm

your possession of Dragons tone.

It will pass

to your true born son,

Jacaerys, upon your death.

Lucerys will be confirmed

as the legitimate

heir to Driftmark

and all the lands

and holdings of House Velaryon.

Your sons by Prince Daemon

will also be given places

of high honor at court:

Aegon the Younger

as the King’s squire,

Viserys as his cupbearer.

Finally, the King,

in his good grace,

will pardon any knight or lord

who conspired

against his ascent.

I would rather feed

my sons to the dragons

than have them

carry shields and cups

for your drunken,

usurper cunt of a king.

Aegon Targaryen

sits the Iron Throne.

He wears the Conqueror’s crown,

wields the Conqueror’s sword,

has the Conqueror’s name.

He was anointed

by a septon of the Faith

before the eyes of thousands.

Every symbol of legitimacy

belongs to him.

And then there is Stark,

Tully, Baratheon.

Houses that have also received,

and are at present,

considering generous terms

from their king.

Stark, Tully, and Baratheon

all swore to me

when King Viserys

named me his heir.

Stale oaths will not put

you on the Iron Throne, Princess.

The succession changed the day

your father sired a son.

I only regret that you and he

were the last to see the truth of it.

You are no more Hand

than Aegon is king.

Fucking traitor.

Grand Maester.

What the fuck is this?

(solemn music playing)

Otto High tower:

Queen Alicent has not forgotten the love

you once had for each other.

No blood need be spilled,

so the realm can

carry on in peace.

Queen Alicent

eagerly awaits your answer.

She can have her answer now,

stuffed in her father’s mouth

along with his withered cock.

Let’s end this mummer’s farce.

Ser Erryk,

bring me Lord High tower

so I may take

the pleasure myself.

(Syrax roars)

No.

♪ ♪

King’s Landing will have

my answer on the morrow.

(roars)

Daemon: It’s no easy thing

for a man to be a dragons layer.

But dragons can kill dragons.

And have.

The simple truth is this:

we have more dragons than Aegon.

Viserys spoke often

of the Valyrian histories.

I know them well.

When dragons flew to war…

everything burned.

I do not wish to rule

over a kingdom of ash and bone.

Are you considering

the High towers’ terms, Your Grace?

As Queen, what is my true duty

to the realm, Lord Bartimos?

Ensuring peace and unity?

Or that I sit the Iron Throne,

no matter the cost?

- That’s your father talking.

- My father’s dead.

And he chose me

as his successor…

to defend the realm,

not cast it headlong into war.

Well, the enemy

have declared war.

What are you gonna do about it?

Clear the room.

Does the promise

of war excite you?

You cannot bend the knee

to the High towers.

They stole your birthright.

If you could take

the Iron Throne

without putting

Otto Hightower’s head on a spike,

- would you?

- Are you not angry?

- I should declare war because I’m angry?

- No.

Because it’s your duty

as Queen to crush rebellion.

You know my oath

reaches beyond

our personal ambitions.

A Song of Ice and Fire.

What?

The coming war against

the darkness in the North,

The Conqueror’s Dream.

Viserys shared it with me

when he named me heir.

(struggles to breathe)

My brother…

was a slave to his omens and portents.

Anything to make

his feckless reign

appear to have purpose.

Dreams didn’t make us kings.

Dragons did.

(tense music playing)

(breathing heavily)

He never told you…

(panting)

Did he?

♪ ♪

I’ve had men whipped

for falling asleep on their watch.

You are no man.

You abandoned me…

when I most needed you.

Both our children

stolen from us.

I needed you.

Baela and Rhaena needed you,

and you abandoned us

for more adventure at sea.

As has always been your way.

Corlys Velaryon:

I had no other place to turn.

- I lost everything.

- We lost, Corlys.

We.

I understand we have a new king.

The Stranger

casts a long shadow over this family.

Your brother is also dead.

(gasps, groans)

In his haste to bury you

and claim your seat,

he stood before the King

and denounced Laenor’s

sons as illegitimate.

(sighs)

- Daemon took his head for it.

- (scoffs)

Heedless ambition

has always been a Velaryon weakness.

You were right, Rhaenys.

I reached too far.

And for nothing.

Our pursuit

of the Iron Throne… is at an end.

We shall declare for no one.

We will retire to High Tide

to be content…

with our grandchildren and…

Jace, Luke, and Joff are

claimants to the throne.

Those boys’ll not be safe

so long as Aegon is king.

Rhaenyra was complicit

in our son’s death.

That girl destroys

everything she touches.

That “girl”…

is holding the realm

together at present.

Every man standing

‘round the Painted Table

urges her to plunge

the realm into war.

Rhaenyra’s the only one

who’s demonstrated restraint.

Bartimos:

The purpose of war is to fill graveyards,

my dear Lord St aunt on.

The trick is to put

more of their men

in the ground than your own.

Easy words for a lord

who commands

- from the safety of his castle.

- Doesn’t make it any less true.

Erryk:

The Lord of the Tides!

Lord Corlys Velaryon…

and his wife,

the Princess Rhaenys Targaryen.

My lords.

Rhaenyra: Lord Corlys.

It brings much relief

to see you hale and healthy again.

I’m very sorry

about your father, Princess.

He was a good man.

Where is Daemon?

There were other concerns which

demanded the Prince’s attention.

Mm.

Your declared allies?

- Yes.

- Too few to win a war for the throne.

Well, we would

also hope to have the support

- of Houses Arryn, Baratheon, and Stark.

- Corlys: Hope…

is the fool’s ally.

Both Arryn and Baratheon

share blood with my house.

But all of them

swore oaths to me.

As did House High tower…

if I remember.

As did you, Lord Corlys.

Your father’s realm…

was one of justice and honor.

Our houses are bound

by common blood

and common cause.

This High tower treason

cannot stand.

You have the full support

of our fleet and house.

Your Grace.

♪ ♪

You honor me, Lord Corlys.

Princess Rhaenys.

But, as I said to my bannermen,

I made a promise to my father

to hold the realm

strong and united.

If war’s first stroke

is to fall,

it will not be by my hand.

You do not mean to act?

Taking caution

does not mean standing fast.

I wish to know who my allies are

before I send them to war.

♪ ♪

The consequence of my…

near-demise

in the Step stones…

is that we now control them.

I took care to fully garrison

the territory this time.

A total blockade

of the shipping lanes

will be in place in days,

if not already.

The Triarchy have been routed.

The Narrow Sea is ours.

If we…

further seal the Gullet,

we can cut off all

seaborne travel and trade

to King’s Landing.

I shall take Meleys

and patrol the Gullet myself.

Bartimos:

When we drain the Narrow Sea,

we can surround King’s Landing,

lay siege to the Red Keep,

and force the Greens’ surrender.

If we are to have enough swords

to surround King’s Landing,

we must first secure the support

of Winter fell, the Eyrie,

and Storm’s End.

I’ll prepare the ravens,

Your Grace.

Jacaerys:

We should bear those messages.

Dragons can fly

faster than ravens

and they’re more convincing.

Send us.

The Prince is right, Your Grace.

(tense music playing)

Very well.

Prince Jacaerys will fly north.

First to the Eyrie to see my

mother’s cousin, the Lady Jeyne Arryn,

and then to Winter fell

to treat with Lord Cregan Stark

for the support of the North.

Prince Lucerys will fly

south to Storm’s End

and treat with

Lord Borros Baratheon.

We must remind these lords

of the oaths they swore.

And… the cost

of breaking them.

♪ ♪

It’s been said

that as Targaryens,

we are closer

to gods than to men.

And the Iron Throne

puts us a touch closer, perhaps.

But, if we are to serve

the Seven Kingdoms…

we must answer to their gods.

If you take this errand,

you go as messengers… not as warriors.

You must take no part

in any fighting.

Swear it to me now

under the eyes of the Seven.

I swear it.

I swear it.

Thank you.

Cregan Stark is…

close to your age than is mine.

I would hope, that as men,

you can find some

common interest.

Yes, Your Grace.

Storm’s End is a short

flight from here.

You have Baratheon blood

from your grandmother, Rhaenys.

And…

Lord Borros is

an eternally proud man.

He will be honored

to host a prince of the realm…

and his dragon.

I expect you will receive

a very warm welcome.

Yes, Mother.

Y-Your Grace.

(spirited music playing)

Go to it then.

(Vermax roars)

♪ ♪

(roars)

(Daemon sings in Old Valyrian)

(rumbling)

(singing continues)

(roaring)

(singing continues)

(Vermithor grumbles)

(grumbles)

(thundering)

(roars)

(Arrax grumbles)

(Vhagar roaring)

I am Prince Lucerys Velaryon.

I bring a message

to Lord Borros from the Queen.

(tense music playing)

Baratheon Knight:

Prince Lucerys Velaryon.

(thundering)

Son of Princess

Rhaenyra Targaryen.

(thunder continues)

Lord Borros…

I brought you a message

from my mother…

the Queen.

Yet earlier this day,

I received an envoy from the King.

Which is it?

King or Queen?

The House of the Dragon

does not seem to know who rules it.

(laughs)

What’s your mother’s message?

(sighs)

Where’s the bloody maester?

(wind whistling)

“Remind” me of my father’s oath.

King Aegon at least

came with an offer:

my swords and banners

for a marriage pact.

If I do as your mother bids…

which one of my daughters

will you wed…

boy?

My lord…

I am not free to marry.

I’m already betrothed.

So you come with empty hands.

Go home, pup.

And tell your mother

that the Lord of Storm’s End

is not some dog

that she can whistle up

at need to set against her foes.

I shall take your answer

to the Queen, my lord.

Prince Aemond: Wait…

my Lord Strong.

Did you really think

that you could just

fly about the realm

trying to steal

my brother’s throne at no cost?

I will not fight you.

I came as a messenger,

not a warrior.

A fight would be

little challenge.

No.

I want you to put out your eye.

As payment for mine.

One will serve.

I would not blind you.

Mm, plan to make a gift

of it to my mother.

No.

Then you are craven

as well as a traitor.

Not here.

Give me your eye

or I will take it, bastard!

Not in my hall!

The boy came as an envoy.

I’ll not have bloodshed

beneath my roof.

Take Prince Lucerys

back to his dragon.

- (thundering)

- Now.

♪ ♪

(Arrax roars)

(thundering)

(grunts)

(speaking High Valyrian)

(thundering)

(roars)

(distant growling)

(roars)

(thundering)

(Aemond laughs)

(Vhagar roars)

(intense music playing)

- (grunts)

- (roars)

(Aemond speaking High Valyrian)

(roars)

♪ ♪

(Lucerys speaking High Valyrian)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(laughing)

(roars)

Ugh!

(roars)

(roars)

♪ ♪

(thundering)

(laughs)

(Aemond speaking High Valyrian)

(Lucerys speaking High Valyrian)

- (roars)

- No, no, no, no, no! No, Vhagar! No!

(shouting command)

Serve me, Vhagar! No!

(speaks High Valyrian)

(screeches)

(breathing heavily)

Aemond:

Vhagar! No! No…

(roars)

(tense music playing)

(solemn music playing)

♪ ♪

(vengeful music playing)

♪ ♪