Game of Thrones

The Lannisters have declared war on house Tyrell.

They have declared war on Dorne.

We must be allies now, if we wish to survive.

I offer vengeance... justice...

Fire and blood.

I traveled south

under orders from the Lord Commander.

You ought to be a Maester.

Spending your life reading about the achievements

of better men.

It's a map of Dragonstone.

That's dragonglass.

A mountain of it, beneath the ground.

John needs to know.

You must send me away.

I command you to heal yourself.

I command you to find the cure.

So why's a nice girl on her own heading to King's Landing?

I'm going to kill the queen.

I invited Euron Greyjoy,

the new king of the Iron Islands.

The Iron Fleet is the greatest armada Westeros has ever seen.

The surest way to a woman's heart is with a gift.

I won't return to King's Landing until I have that for you.

Shall we begin?

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Tyrion: On a night like this, you came into the world.

Varys: I remember that storm.

All the dogs in King's Landing

howled through the night.

I wish I could remember it.

I always thought this would be a homecoming.

Doesn't feel like home.

We won't stay on Dragonstone for long.

Good.

Daenerys: Not so many lions.

Varys: Cersei controls fewer than half the Seven Kingdoms.

The lords of Westeros despise her.

Even before your arrival, they plotted against her.

- Now... - They cry out for their true queen?

They drink secret toasts to my health?

People used to tell my brother that sort of thing,

and he was stupid enough to believe them.

If Viserys had three dragons and an army at his back,

he'd have invaded King's Landing already.

Conquering Westeros would be easy for you.

But you're not here to be queen of the ashes.

No.

We can take the Seven Kingdoms

without turning it into a slaughterhouse.

If the great houses support your claim against Cersei,

the game is won.

With the Tyrell army and the Dornish on our side,

we have powerful allies in the south.

I never properly thanked you for that.

They joined our side, my queen,

because they believe in you.

You served my father, didn't you, Lord Varys?

I did.

And then you served the man who overthrew him.

I had a choice, Your Grace--

serve Robert Baratheon or face the headman's axe.

But you didn't serve him long.

You turned against him.

Robert was an improvement on your father, to be sure.

There have been few rulers in history

as cruel as the Mad King.

Robert was neither mad nor cruel.

He simply had no interest in being king.

So you took it upon yourself to find a better one.

Your Grace,

when I was ready to drink myself into a small coffin,

Lord Varys told me about a queen in the east who--

Before I came to power, you favored my brother.

All your spies, your little birds,

did they tell you Viserys was cruel, stupid, and weak?

Would those qualities have made for a good king in your learned opinion?

Until your marriage to Khal Drogo, Your Grace,

I knew nothing about you, save your existence

and that you were said to be beautiful.

So you and your friends traded me like a prized horse to the Dothraki.

Which you turned to your advantage.

Who gave the order to kill me?

King Robert.

Who hired the assassins?

Who sent word to Essos to murder Daenerys Targaryen?

Your Grace, I did what had to be done to--

To keep yourself alive.

Lord Varys has proven himself a loyal servant.

Proven himself loyal? Quite the opposite.

If he dislikes one monarch, he conspires to crown the next one.

What kind of a servant is that?

The kind the realm needs.

Incompetence should not be rewarded with blind loyalty.

As long as I have my eyes, I'll use them.

I wasn't born into a great house.

I came from nothing.

I was sold as a slave and carved up as an offering.

When I was a child, I lived in alleys, gutters, abandoned houses.

You wish to know where my true loyalties lie?

Not with any king or queen, but with the people.

The people who suffer under despots and prosper under just rule.

The people whose hearts you aim to win.

If you demand blind allegiance,

I respect your wishes.

Grey Worm can behead me or your dragons can devour me.

But if you let me live, I will serve you well.

I will dedicate myself to seeing you on the Iron Throne

because I choose you.

Because I know the people have no better chance than you.

Swear this to me, Varys.

If you ever think I'm failing the people,

you won't conspire behind my back.

You'll look me in the eye as you have done today,

and you'll tell me how I'm failing them.

I swear it, my queen.

And I swear this-- if you ever betray me,

I'll burn you alive.

I would expect nothing less from the Mother of Dragons.

Forgive me, my queen.

A red priestess from As'shai has come to see you.

She once served another who wanted the Iron Throne.

It didn't end well for Stannis Baratheon, did it?

No, it didn't.

You chose an auspicious day to arrive at Dragonstone.

We've just decided to pardon those

who once served the wrong king.

The Lord of Light doesn't have many followers in Westeros, does he?

Not yet, but even those who don't worship the Lord

can serve his cause.

What does your lord expect from me?

"The prince who was promised will bring the dawn."

I'm afraid I'm not a prince.

Missandei: Your Grace, forgive me,

but your translation is not quite accurate.

That noun has no gender in High Valyrian,

so the proper translation for that prophecy would be,

"The prince or princess who was promised will bring the dawn."

Doesn't really roll off the tongue, does it?

No, but I like it better.

And you believe this prophecy refers to me?

Prophecies are dangerous things.

I believe you have a role to play.

As does another--

the King in the North, Jon Snow.

Jon Snow?

- Ned Stark's bastard? - You know him?

I travelled with him to the Wall when he joined the Night's Watch.

And why do you think the Lord of Light singled out this Jon Snow?

Aside from the visions you've seen in the flames, that is.

As Lord Commander of the Night's Watch,

he allowed the wildlings south of the Wall

to protect them from grave danger.

As King in the North,

he has united those wildlings with the Northern houses,

so together they may face their common enemy.

He sounds like quite a man.

Summon Jon Snow.

Let him stand before you

and tell you the things that have happened to him,

the things that he has seen with his own eyes.

I can't speak to prophecies

or visions in the flames,

but I like Jon Snow and I trusted him.

And I am an excellent judge of character.

If he does rule the North,

he would make a valuable ally.

The Lannisters executed his father

and conspired to murder his brother.

Jon Snow has even more reason to hate Cersei than you do.

Very well.

Send a raven north.

Tell Jon Snow that his queen

invites him to come to Dragonstone...

and bend the knee.

Gather round. Come here.

Sansa: You think it's really Tyrion?

It could be someone trying to lure you into a trap.

Read the last bit.

"All dwarves are bastards in their father's eyes."

What does that mean?

It's something he said to me the first night we met.

You know him better than any of us.

What do you think?

Tyrion's not like the other Lannisters.

He was always kind to me, but it's too great a risk.

"The Seven Kingdoms will bleed

as long as Cersei sits on the Iron Throne.

Join us.

Together, we can end her tyranny."

Sounds like a charmer.

Of course, the casual mention of a Dothraki horde,

a legion of Unsullied, and three dragons--

a bit less charming.

What?

Fire kills wights, you told me.

What breathes fire?

You're not suggesting Jon meet with her?

- No, too dangerous. - But?

But if the Army of the Dead makes it past the Wall,