Game of Thrones

I'll give you one try, girl.

Kill me and you're free.

But if I live, I'll break both your hands.

Go on, hit me.

Hit me hard.

Sulk all you want.

The truth is, you're lucky.

You don't want to be alone out here, girl.

Someone worse than me would find you.

There's no one worse than you.

You never knew my brother.

He once killed a man for snoring.

There's plenty worse than me.

There's men who like to beat little girls, men who like to rape them.

I saved your sister from some of them.

You're lying.

Ask her, if you ever see her again.

Ask her who came back for her when the mob had her on her back.

They would have taken her every which way

and left her there with her throat cut open.

Is that the Blackwater?

The Blackwater?

Where do you think I'm taking you?

Back to King's Landing, to Joffrey and the Queen.

Fuck Joffrey. Fuck the Queen.

That's the Red Fork. I'm taking you to the Twins.

But why?

Your mother and brother will be there, and they'll pay me for you.

Why would they be at the Twins?

Those outlaws you love so much never told you?

The whole countryside is yapping about it.

Your uncle is marrying one of the Frey girls.

So quit trying to bash my skull in,

and we might just make it there in time for the wedding.

Men who fight for gold have neither honor nor loyalty.

They cannot be trusted.

They can be trusted to kill you if they're well paid.

The Yunkish are paying them well.

You know these men?

Only by the broken swords on their banners.

They're called the Second Sons.

A company led by a Braavosi named Mero, the Titan's Bastard.

Is he more titan or bastard?

He's a dangerous man, Khaleesi. They all are.

How many?

2,000, Your Grace. Armored and mounted.

Enough to make a difference?

It's hard to collect wages from a corpse.

I'm sure the sell swords prefer to fight for the winning side.

I imagine you're right.

I'd like to talk to the Titan's Bastard about winning.

He may not agree to meet.

He will.

A man who fights for gold can't afford to lose to a girl.

Your Grace, allow me to present

the captains of the Second Sons,

Mero of Braavos,

Prendahl na Ghezn,

and, um...

Daario Nahatris.

You are the Mother of Dragons?

I swear I fucked you once in a pleasure house in Lys.

Mind your tongue.

Why?

I didn't mind hers.

She licked my ass like she was born to do it.

You, slave girl, bring wine.

We have no slaves here.

You'll all be slaves after the battle, unless I save you.

Take your clothes off and come and sit on Mero's lap,

and I may give you my Second Sons.

Give me your Second Sons and I may not have you gelded.

Ser Barristan, how many men fight for the Second Sons?

Under 2,000, Your Grace.

We have more, don't we?

10,000 Unsullied.

I'm only a young girl, new to the ways of war,

but perhaps a seasoned captain like yourself

can explain to me how you propose to defeat us.

I hope the old man is better with a sword than he is with a lie.

You have 8,000 Unsullied.

You're very young to be a captain.

He's not a captain. He's a lieutenant.

Even if your numbers are right,

the odds don't favor your side.

The Second Sons have faced worse odds and won.

The Second Sons have faced worse odds and run.

Or you could fight for me.

We've taken the slavers' gold. We fight for Yunkai.

I would pay you as much and more.

Our contract is our bond.

If we break our bond, no one will hire the Second Sons again.

Ride with me and you'll never need another contract.

You'll have gold and castles and lordships of your choosing

when I take back the Seven Kingdoms.

You have no ships. You have no siege weapons.

You have no cavalry.

A fortnight ago, I had no army. A year ago, I had no dragons.

You have two days to decide.

Show me your cunt. I want to see

if it's worth fighting for.

My Queen, shall I slice out his tongue for you?

These men are our guests.

You seem to be enjoying my wine.

Perhaps you'd like a flagon to help you ponder.

Only a flagon? And what are my brothers in arms to drink?

- A barrel, then. - Good.

The Titan's Bastard does not drink alone.

In the Second Sons, we share everything.

After the battle, maybe we'll all share you.

I'll come looking for you when this is over.

Ser Barristan, if it comes to battle, kill that one first.

Gladly, Your Grace.

Half Robert, half lowborn.

Show the boy to his chambers.

Have the maids draw him a bath and find him some decent clothes.

I'll come visit you soon.

What do you mean to do with him?

You know.

Then why bathe him and dress him in fine clothes?

If it needs to be done, do it. Don't torture the boy.

Have you ever slaughtered a lamb, my king?

No.

If the lamb sees the knife, she panics.

Her panic seeps into her meat, darkens it, fouls the flavor.

You've slaughtered many lambs?

And none have seen the blade.

"And though."

"Visenya.

"Targaryen

"rode.

"Vhagar

ll.

Fuck me.

"Visenya Targaryen

"rode Vhagar,

"the smallest of the dragons,"

"though still"

"large"

"enough"

"to swallow a horse whole."

Your Grace.

They feeding you enough?

Two meals a day.

Cold for breakfast, hot for supper. I cannot complain.

You don't belong in a place like this.

Well, it's sad to say, but I've seen worse.

Yeah.

I'm sorry about your son.

Didn't get the chance to tell you before.

Good lad. Loyal lad.

Melisandre's returned.

I didn't know she'd been gone.

Came back with a bastard boy.

Robert's bastard boy.

Why?

She says there's power in king's blood.

She's going to kill him.

Sacrifice him.

Forgive me, Your Grace, I'm not a learned man,

but is there a difference between kill and sacrifice?

The boy is your nephew.

What of it? We're at war.

Why should I spare the son of some tavern slut

Robert bedded one drunken night?

Because he has your blood in his veins.

So did Renly.

Renly wronged you.

Renly declared himself king when the throne belonged to you.

He raised an army, stole your bannermen.

This boy has done you no harm.

He's an innocent.

How many boys live in Westeros?

How many girls? How many men? How many women?

The darkness will devour them all, she says. The night that never ends.

Unless I triumph. I never asked for this.

No more than I asked to be king.

We do not choose our destiny, but we must do our duty, no?

Great or small, we must do our duty.

What's one bastard boy against a kingdom?

Your Grace, why did you come to see me today?

I came to free you.

If you swear never to raise your hand to the Lady Melisandre again.

I swear it.

I can't swear never to speak against her.

You have little regard for your own life.

Quite little, Your Grace. Verging on none.

You could have freed me yesterday or tomorrow,

but you came to me now before this boy is put to the knife

because you knew I'd counsel restraint.

You came to hear me say it because you believe it yourself.

You're not a man who slaughters innocents for gain or glory.

When my son was five, he said to me,

"I don't ever want to die."

I wanted to say to him, "You won't, child. You won't ever."

I hated the idea of him lying awake in the dark, afraid.

I think mothers and fathers made up the Gods

because they wanted their children to sleep through the night.

I saw a vision in the flames.

A great battle in the snow. I saw it.