(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)
    ♪ ♪