House of the Dragon

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?!

Addam of Hull: 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.

Alicent Hightower: 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... (inhales) it will be easily hidden.

Nothing is clean here.

I wish to go out, Ser Rickard.

Rickard Thorne: Out?

To the Kingswood, I think.

Then I'll have the stewards prepare

- a retinue. - No retinue.

- Then your handmaidens... - No handmaidens.

- (birds chirping) - Just you.

Jasper "Ironrod" Wylde: What are they for? The block or the crow cage?

Larys Strong: The Wall.

The prince regent is merciful.

Hm.

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.

Guard: 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.

Aemond Targaryen: You will forsake your white cloaks for black.

Serve out your days at The Wall.

Larys: Who is this rider?

Ironrod: 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.

Oh.

You are, of course, welcome to bring this news

to the prince regent, but, um...

perhaps this is one of those whispers best left to the wind.

- (tense music playing) - (horse neighs)

The queen is unharmed.

Corlys Velaryon: What of the rider? Do we know who he is?

He appears to be a shipwright

in your employ, Lord Hand.

Bartimos Celtigar: 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.

Bartimos: 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. - (Bartimos sighs)

Where is the queen?

Her Grace sends word she will not be attending.

Mysaria: 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. - (Mysaria chuckles)

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. - Corlys: "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.

Simon Strong: Lord Tully has answered your summons and brought

the Riverlords, my king.

Daemon Targaryen: 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.

Oscar Tully: You'll forgive me, Your Grace.

I am green in this sort of matter,

as you so kindly point out, but... (inhales)

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,