House of the Dragon

The battle...

It is won.

I...

What have you done?

Jace.

Jace.

What have you done?

How could you?

How could you do this? How?

How could you do this to me?

You answer me!

How could you do this?

You answer me! Please!

How could you do this?

Your Grace, leave him.

You must leave him, Your Grace.

How dare you set your hands on me!

How dare you!

My queen...

I have failed you.

My life must be forfeit.

And what good would that do?

Will it wake my son?

Will it change the truth of his folly and yours?

And yours!

All of you who knew what Jacaerys had done and stood by.

Are your lives, too, not forfeit?

Have you not betrayed your queen?

Lord Corlys!

Lord Corlys!

Lord Corlys!

Whoa, calm.

Help me.

My lady.

I have done a terrible thing.

Why have you come here?

There was a battle.

The prince Jacaerys, it seems, is dead.

- You need to go now. - Oh, there was ships and smoke.

I wanted only to help, truly.

- But Sheepstealer was frightened, so... - I don't care.

You were supposed to be on a ship to Pentos.

Well, I need asylum, my lady.

- I had nowhere else to go. - How dare you? Asylum?

You run from my charge and you bring disaster to my doorstep.

- The queen will be hunting you. - None saw that it was me.

I would say you had lost all sense,

but then I doubt you had any in the first place.

Don't come back here.

Do you want a dragon or not?

You said yourself you were deceived in your dealings with the queen.

Taken for a fool.

You wanted protection. I offer it now.

Vhagar is at large.

Sheepstealer has long made his home here.

All we need from you...

is blindness.

The Vale is vast.

I cannot stop a dragon from abiding where it pleases.

I do not wish to see you again.

I tell a tale of a fearsome war

Thank our lucky stones

10,000 came, but we had more

And pressed 'em to the bloody shore

Now we can't see the water's floor

Hey, hey, hey!

'Cause the lake's full of their bones

- Fish feed! - Fish feed!

Smashed to smithereens!

Fish feed! Fish feed!

Fish feed!

We drowned the fucking Greens

I tell you a tale of a cunning trick

How did it come to pass?

Aemond comes, they said, run quick!

With his one good eye, he looks a prick

And we've got Daemon, so go stick...

...your dragon up your ass!

Ser Simon Strong, Your Grace.

Well, well, well.

Reminds you of the old times.

When the Riverlands were ascendant,

music and meat and virile young men.

And which of these delights drew you to us through glade and glen?

I bring gifts, in token of your victories at the Red Fork and on the lakeshore.

The finest wine from House Strong's cellars.

Whoa!

Wine!

And a message for you.

From the queen.

Your Grace?

Is there something amiss?

The crown prince is dead.

I'm summoned now to King's Landing to claim the Iron Throne for our queen.

I charge you to march south and meet me there.

And send men to garrison Harrenhal, but march with strength.

And when Rhaenyra has claimed the Iron Throne,

we will send dragons to scour the skies above you.

Be cunning, be steadfast.

Cut down any who remain to resist you.

We will be the queen's fist.

None will stand against us.

To King's Landing!

- And the day we meet again. - King's Landing!

I have seen that your coming has been an omen of the end.

- The end of what? - Many things.

And the beginning of others.

I would thank you for your help, but I'm not sure yet

what your purpose has been.

I've done the queen a service.

I put 40,000 rivermen at her call.

Tell her...

I want Harrenhal.

I've lived there all my long life,

and I've seen it given from hand to hand.

And yet none seem to cherish it.

Why should it not come to me?

You have neither name, nor title, nor noble husband.

The crown is not in the habit of giving out castles to midwives.

And is midwife the sum of what you think I am?

I will speak with her. Perhaps there is...

some other reward she may extend your way.

Some other reward?

I ask for food and you offer me rubies.

For all their worth...

they will never satisfy my hunger.

Go home, Daemon.

But do not come back here.

Remember what I told you.

Many before have left my grandsire for dead,

and they were all mistaken.

We will find him.

Oh!

You...

You knew him as a child.

He was stern...

but gentle.

At least in my eyes.

He loved my grandmother

more than few men I have seen love their wives.

It was for her sake...

I think, that he tried to forget about you.

Your brother told me.

We were not mere memories to be forgotten.

No.

He is proud as well,

to his detriment.

Stiff of neck.

Ah.

That side of him, I know.

Knew.

I will not say so yet.

And your betrothed?

We were children together.

I'm tired of losing people, Alyn.

He's searching, too.

- You seem to be in less pain. - No, I'm not.

You no longer ask for milk of the poppy...

That's because I'm not fucking speaking to you.

Right.

You're still furious that I saved your life.

You betrayed my identity to our captors.

Who you needlessly antagonized, Your Grace.

They were going to murder you.

You are at least now

headed in the right direction towards the coast.

Yeah, and what happens when we get there?

When we're dragged before Rhaenyra

and her gloating fucking court of cunts?

What is it?

What is it?

I can see only the road behind us,

but I shouldn't be surprised if there is...

I was mistaken. I am surprised.

That peacock Tyland Lannister

has actually convinced the Triarchy to come into it against Rhaenyra.

Though it doesn't seem to have gone very well.

Get them back inside!

You heard him! Inside!

It seems our journey to Dragonstone will be somewhat delayed.

Your Grace.

You should take shelter in the forest, and quickly.

I have gold enough to buy our berth.

We can make our way to Duskendale.

We are going to Rook's Rest.

We would be wise to avoid that place. We could be captured again.

Cole has a garrison there, does he not?

- They will be loyal to me. - But the road there, Your Grace,

is long and perilous.

If this be victory...

I hope I never see another.

Alyn, I have nothing to give you now.

But my name.

And yet I count that of more worth...

than a mountain of gold.

I would speak with Commander Largent.

Then speak, Your Grace.

I regret intruding on your Gold Cloaks, but...

the matter is grave.

If word were to seep out, it would spell death for all involved.