House of the Dragon

I'll kill them!

I'll kill them all!

Traitors and villains!

- They dare strike at me! - Your Grace.

- I am the king! - Your Grace! Yes, yes.

- I am the king! - Yes, Your Grace. Please, Your Grace.

Traitors and villains!

Fire from the sky.

This is war! I declare war!

I declare war!

The gates have been shut.

The search progresses.

The villain will be found.

We mustn't be shaken by this.

This act.

- The child. - The child is dead.

His pain is ended.

But what they've done to my girl.

Yes.

And they will pay for this.

Who will pay?

Whosever hand did this or caused it to be done.

And what if the hand that's done it is not who must be blamed?

The gods punish us. They punish me.

For what sin?

Daughter, listen to me.

We will mourn as we must, but some good may yet come of this.

And where were the members of this council while the murderer threatened their king?

Were you also threatened, Your Grace?

I could have been!

My son is my legacy!

My son is heir to the Iron Throne!

And where were you, the Lord Commander of my Kingsguard?

I was abed, Your Grace, having ordered the Night's Watch.

Abed.

Abed!

Instead of safeguarding the sanctity of my family!

This is not the time for blind accusations, Your Grace.

We'll know who did this soon enough.

Who did this? Who... What?

Is there any question who did this?

Who would do this save the bitch queen of bastards,

the smug cunt of Dragonstone?

There she sits across the bay, on her rock, laughing at me.

She's fucking laughing at me!

You wished her life to be spared.

If I may, Your Grace. My Lords.

The guard has detained someone.

The man we apprehended is known to us.

He's a gold cloak.

Noted for his brutal nature.

We caught him, fleeing the Gate of the Gods

with the child's head in a sack.

I'll kill him myself.

We'd do well to get what information we can from the blackguard.

I trust in the mastery of your trade, Lord Larys.

Oh, always studying, always protocol.

We know our enemy!

A king may have more than one enemy, Your Grace.

We would do well to ascertain if this is your sister's hand

or if there is a serpent nestled closer to our bosoms.

I suppose you're right, Ironrod.

Could be anyone.

It could be any one of you in this room.

Lord Jasper is correct.

In one sense, we must determine what happened

and if we in the Keep are still in peril.

In another sense, of course,

it doesn't matter.

You mean to blame Rhaenyra.

Tell the realm she has done this.

I'll have the realm told nothing. We were assaulted within our own walls.

Within our own beds. I will not be seen as weak.

You're already seen as weak, Aegon.

You fucking...

A hasty coronation, a dragon escaping the pit.

The people see an omen.

They whisper in the streets.

They say, perhaps Rhaenyra should be queen.

And so, you would name her: monster. Slayer of infants.

I would do more than that.

A funeral progress. Let them see the child.

Let them look upon the works of this pretender to the throne.

Father.

- My king... - No.

I will not have my little son's body

dragged through the street like a dead dog.

Not dragged! Honored!

Escorted to the dragon pit to be burned as a Targaryen prince.

Your Grace.

No.

Let no one say I do not grieve.

Jaehaerys was my grandson. I loved him.

I will not have him die in vain.

Those who declared for Rhaenyra,

will they still support her when they hear of her depravity?

Or will they rather not renounce her?

Jaehaerys will do more for us now than a thousand knights in battle.

You will have your war, Your Grace.

But if you wait a short time, you may yet double your strength.

Mother.

The Hand sets on a difficult path, my darling,

but it might be the right one.

Let the Silent Sisters ready the prince for his final journey.

And riding behind him, his mother the Queen,

and with her, the Queen Dowager.

No, I do not wish to be a spectacle.

The realm must see the sorrow of the crown,

a sorrow best expressed through its most gentle souls.

I think you'll all agree the king himself must be spared.

There's to be a funeral for Jaehaerys.

We've been asked to ride on a wagon behind his body.

I don't want to.

Neither do I.

But when a thing like this happens,

a blow to the king is a blow to the realm.

When the people share our grief, they draw closer to us.

I don't want them closer.

I don't know them.

Sometimes, we have to pretend.

Why?

We are representatives of the throne. We have a duty.

Helaena, what you saw last night when you came to my room...

This is for my boy.

I was hired by Daemon Targaryen.

He paid us. Half now, half when the job is done.

- Who is "us"? - A ratcatcher.

Employed by the household. I don't know his right name.

Behold the works of Rhaenyra Targaryen!

Pretender to the throne!

Kingslayer!

Deepest sympathies, my Queen.

Gods be with you, my Queen.

We support you, Queen Helaena.

Defiler of the innocent!

Behold the works of Rhaenyra, the cruel!

Are you gonna hurt me?

No.

But I cannot vouch for His Grace.

Behold the works of Rhaenyra Targaryen!

Our Queen!

Pretender to the throne!

Kingslayer!

Queen Helaena!

What's happening there?

What's going on? Move it, then!

- Queen Helaena! - Helaena.

Queen Helaena!

Helaena.

Heave! Heave!

A curse, a curse on Rhaenyra, the monstrous!

It is yet unclear how the Keep itself was breached.

The boy's head was severed from his body.

Thousands witnessed the procession.

And they are accusing me of having a hand in this.

It appears so.

There have been messages sent to that effect

throughout the realm.

We must send our own messages, denying this vile allegation.

I will do so at once

but I'm not sure they will be received in good faith.

And we must double our guard, here and in Driftmark.

There will be swift retribution in one form or another...

I have seen to it, Your Grace.

Let me fly out on Vermax.

Rhaenys is needed in the Gullet and I can watch for movements

- from King's Landing. - No.

It must be said that the damage to our position is immeasurable,

at a time when we most need loyalty to our cause.

But it's a lie.

Having lost my own son,

that I would inflict such a thing on Helaena, of all people.

An innocent.

The death of Prince Lucerys was a shock and an insult.

A mother so aggrieved might, naturally, seek relief in retribution.

Are you suggesting, Ser Alfred,

that my grief drove me to order the decapitation of a child?

I merely thought, perhaps, an action taken in haste.

Mind yourself.

Did you send assassins to murder children in their beds?

I sent the queen's vengeance for her son.

What did you tell this "vengeance"?

What did you say to him, Daemon,

that a boy lies dead and I am accused of killing it?

Mysaria provided me with names and a subterfuge.

I was clear in my instructions: Aemond, the brother of Aegon the Usurper.

- I cannot be responsible for a mistake. - Cannot be responsible?

If Aemond was not to be found, what were your instructions then?

They did not concern, in any way,

- that of a little child. - You said that it was your aim

to spill Hightower blood, and if not Aemond, then anyone would do.

- No. - You have wounded me.

Weakened my claim to the throne,

my ability to raise an army, my standing among my own council.

I said no.

I don't believe you.

And so we come to it, at long last.

Cannot trust you, Daemon.

I've never trusted you, wholly, much though I wished to, willed myself to.

But now I have seen that your heart belongs only to you.