House of the Dragon

I must see the queen.

Your Grace.

He is risen.

- Who? - Aegon!

Sunfyre is alive.

Out!

Sunfyre is dead, rotting in a wasteland.

- Oh. - Sit down.

Aegon burned the Mooton host

at Rook's Rest, and then flew...

I don't know where.

His supporters have already sent ravens throughout the realm

announcing the king's return.

The smallfolk name it a sign from the gods

that Aegon is ordained to rule, that he and his dragon

have been resurrected to reclaim the throne.

At this moment, mine own subjects

gather outside the Grand Sept, beseeching the gods

to say who is meant to rule them.

After all for which I have fought and suffered!

Rhaenyra.

The lesser gods have no say in what is to come.

We are the blood of Old Valyria.

You have an absolute power within your grasp.

You have only to wield it.

Fucking Viserys!

He put me here.

His prophecy has tested me again and again,

and I have met its every challenge!

Your Grace, have plans been laid

for the Sea Snake's rescue?

There will be a rescue?

Your father will search Tumbleton

for the Sea Snake once the town has been reclaimed.

He'll be long dead by then.

- Send me now. -

You and Addam are needed here to guard the city,

if indeed these rumors are true

and Sunfyre was allowed to live.

Corlys is your Hand, your oldest ally.

I do not wish your grandsire ill,

but he made his choice,

and we must now pay its price.

It was your fault.

What?

That Lord Corlys was out there to be taken.

You do not dare.

It is how you've always treated those who serve you.

Addam and I have labored without rest

over countless sorties in search of your enemies,

only to be repaid in your anger.

Yes, that is because your sorties

have yielded nothing, while my enemies

have been allowed to muster their strength.

If a person is useful to you, you wield them.

But if not, you abandon them

as you have with Rhaena.

And now, she is broken, like my grandsire.

I would have been justified in abandoning you after the Gullet.

Perhaps.

But you need my dragon.

Insolent child.

I should not blame you for it truly.

Insolence runs in your blood.

As your sister has lately reminded us.

Good morrow, my lords.

"Good morrow," indeed.

We've just sailed through the night from Driftmark,

after learning our Lord Admiral is hostage to the Hightowers.

The queen has called upon you to secure King's Landing.

To answer her could mean our lord's death.

Lord Corlys knew of the risks of his adventures.

He would want us to appraise Velaryon honor

as greater than his life.

Who are you to speak to our lord's desires?

His eldest living son.

And named successor.

Your once and future Lord of the Tides.

Open the gates!

About face!

Forward march!

That

all of it, is for you.

Remarkable, is it not?

But

you must be made a knight

before you can be crowned king.

Kneel.

Daeron Targaryen,

do you swear before the eyes of gods and men

to defend those who cannot defend themselves

Everyone inside!

...to protect all women and children...

Come back here! Back!

...to obey your captains, your liege lord...

Seal the gates!

...to fight bravely whenever needed...

and to do such other tasks

- as are laid upon you... - Steady!

- however hard... - Hoist!

or humble or dangerous they may be?

Halt!

I swear it.

Then, rise a knight.

Ser Daeron the Daring.

And light the way.

The Queen of Bastards' armies are at the gates.

And leading them to the slaughter

will be her uncle. No.

- Her lover. -

No. Her husband.

Daemon fucking Targaryen.

- And his dragon. - Of course he's got a fucking dragon!

But he's not gonna use it.

And how do you know?

'Cause his lady wife, the queen, won't let him.

Rhaenyra's got Daemon on a short lead.

Like a bitch in a kennel.

Another ale for the dragon lord.

The Rogue Prince will soon quake

before the mighty and terrible.

Lord Ulf the White!

Your Grace.

Y-Your Grace, is aught amiss?

What is it?

The Princess Helaena.

She still has not taken food.

The maesters worry for her health,

especially for the babe in her belly.

Summon Ser Alyn.

I require a full escort to the Grand Sept.

There, today, the High Septon will anoint me

and bless my reign for all of King's Landing to see.

There will be no doubt who the gods have chosen to rule.

At once, Your Grace.

Will that be all?

No.

What is this?

Sers.

- Sers! - My lady.

Beg pardon for the intrusion. We weren't given much time.

Time for what?

Your passage has been arranged aboard the Mermaid's Kiss.

You are to sail for Pentos at dusk.

I am to inform you

that your services here are at an end.

You have served the queen and the realm most faithfully,

and Her Grace wishes to extend her gratitude.

You will be provided with gold sufficient for a manse

and servants of your own.

Be quick about it.

I... I do not understand either, my lady.

The hour has passed, my lady.

I must return you to your quarters.

This way, princess.

Do not trust the queen.

Aegon has returned. His dragon lives.

Your unborn child is a hostage,

a prize by which she can hold power

- over her enemies. - Keep moving.

- Enough. - She will never release you.

Do you remember?

- - Do you remember?

Help me.

Fret not.

You're alive.

Here.

Drink this.

There'll be another in an hour.

She poisoned me.

You have realized you're alone in this world.

In that, we are together.

But I no longer wish to suffer it.

Do you?

Why do you care whether I am alone?

Whether I live or die?

I'm a kinslayer, Alys.

My own brother is dead by my hand.

I have been damned for my trespasses and cursed to suffer.

- You should abandon me. -

Lest you bring mine own fate upon yourself.

When the dragon Balerion burned this place,

it was to end Lord Harren's line.

But his line was not so easily ended.

A child, a

a boy

lived on.

Burned terribly, but alive.

His mother would have given anything to save him.

She summoned maesters from across the Seven Kingdoms,

but to no avail.

So, she turned to older cures.

She uncovered incantations more ancient than the land.

She treated with things that lived in the forest.

But none of it could unmake what dragon fire made.