01x04 - King of the Narrow Sea

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(epic theme playing)

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Beric Dondarrion:
...the wall Blackhaven

are unscalable vassalstone.

And the castle is surrounded
by a deep, dry moat.

It is well fortified against
any future Dornish incursions.

(chuckles)

And though my seat
may be lesser in size,

it is situated most pleasingly.

(clears throat)

(groans)

(pouring wine)

(light music playing)

(thunder rumbling)

The view across
the Marches is inspiring,

so said Queen Alysanne herself

when she honored
my father and I...

And tell me, Lord Dondarrion,

did you think my great-grandmother
as beautiful as they say?

This was half
a century ago, Princess.

Yes, it was.

(crowd laughing)

That was unseemly, Princess.

The man is older than my father.

It's unseemly for him
to put himself forward

as a contender for my hand.

Next!

(thunder rumbling, wind gusting)

And now a child.

Boremund Baratheon: The
Black woods are an ancient house

with a formidable army.

In the River lands,
they once ruled as kings.

The blood of the First Men
still flows in their veins.

Go on.

My Princess...

ours is a bond that
has long endured,

since Lucas Black wood,
the grand sire of my grand sire,

aided the Dragon
in his w*r of conquest...

Aye, the Black woods truly
turned the tide on that one.

(crowd laughing)

Coursed with the blood
of the First Men,

our history is deeply
rooted in this land,

which your house
has made its home.

If chosen as your match,
Princess...

your days shall be easy

and nights safe
under my protection.

"Protection"? The Princess
has a dragon, you dumb c**t.

(crowd laughing)

Bracken!

I could learn to like that one.

Ugh, let us have the next

so we may go to supper.

- Craven.
- Crowd: Ooh!

We're leaving.

- Sheathe that steel, you twats!
- (grunting)

Send word to the harbor and
have Captain Oswin ready the ship.

Princess, we're due in Bitter
bridge in three days' time.

I would happily row myself
back to King's Landing

if it brought an end
to this ridiculous pageant.

- (Bracken grunts)
- (crowd gasps)

Don't look, Princess.

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We should make landfall
inside the hour, Princess.

How do you think
he will take it?

Do you speak of how you
rejected every suitor

His Grace put before you, or
how you abruptly ended the tour

with two months remaining?

(dragon shrieking)

(rumbling)

(shouts) Take cover!

(shrieks)

(dramatic music playing)

Princess!

You all right? Are you?

- Fetch the maester!
- I'm fine.

(roars)

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(tense music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

Woman: (whispers)
It's Daemon.

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(footsteps approach)

(door opens)

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(swords unsheathing)

- Add it to the chair.
- (clatters)

(crowd murmuring)

You wear a crown.

Do you also
call yourself "King"?

Once we smashed the Triarchy,

they named me
"King of the Narrow Sea."

(crowd murmuring)

But I know that there is only
one true king, Your Grace.

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My crown and the
Step stones... are yours.

Well, where is Lord Corlys?

He sailed home to Driftmark.

- Who holds the Step stones?
- Daemon: The tides...

the crabs, and ,
dead Triarchy corsairs,

staked to the sand to warn
those who might follow.

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Rise.

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(crowd applauds)

(victorious music playing)

The realm owes you
a great debt, brother.

Come.

This is our chance...

Daemon, he would
venture off, abroad,

winning tournaments...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I will not revisit this debate.

You were always
mother's favorite.

No, it's no great mystery.

You were.

Our mother, she had no regard

for custom or tradition, rules.

And I, sadly,
was no great warrior.

Congratulations on your victory.

Thank you, Princess.

Perhaps Prince Daemon would
care for a tour of the gallery?

He hasn't yet seen
the new tapestries

- gifted to you by Norvos and Qohor.
- Oh, oh.

Would you like to see
the tapestries? (laughs)

(snorts, laughs)

He has no interest
in such things.

I'd like to see them.

Oh, well, then you should
not deprive yourself.

I shall enjoy them alone.

King Viserys:
More wine.

As I said,
you were the favorite.

No, you were.
You were. I insist.

(King Viserys laughs)

- (indistinct chatter)
- (laughter continues)

I surmise the tour
did not go well.

I endured it
for as long as I could.

To have every
young knight and lord

in the Seven Kingdoms
fawning over you...

What misery.

It is rare for girls in this realm to
get a choice between two suitors,

no less two score of them.

Those men and boys
don't fawn over me.

They only want my name and
my Valyrian blood for their offspring.

I think it's rather romantic.

How romantic it must be
to get imprisoned in a castle

and made to squeeze out heirs.

(sorrowful music playing)

(softly) Sorry.

How angry is he?

The King went through great
effort to arrange your tour.

He is... frustrated.

But I am glad you are home.

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I find I have...
few friends lately.

I like to believe I'm still
the Lady Alicent, but...

all anyone sees when they
look at me now is "The Queen."

I've missed you, too.

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(Rhaenyra speaking
High Valyrian)

So...

what do you want?

Only the comforts of home.

I had not thought you particularly
comfortable in this home.

Though I do suppose you seem
changed by your adventures.

More mature, perhaps.

You've matured yourself
these last four years, Princess.

You'll get used
to the attention.

The attention I can endure.

It's the rest
I could do without.

My father seems
content to sell me off

to whichever lord
has the biggest castle.

There are worse things
to be sold for.

(speaking High Valyrian)

(Daemon laughs)

Oh... (chuckles)

Such a lonely prospect.

(bell tolling)

Tyland Lannister: The Step stones
were meant to be won for the realm,

but over the past few days,
it seems we have traded

a crabfeeder for a sea snake.

This is clearly a rebuke for passing
over Lady Laena for Queen Alicent.

Years have passed since
the business with his daughter.

Certainly, he cannot
still be wroth?

The Sea Snake is an over-proud
man, to be sure, Your Grace.

That pride has been injured.

Perhaps we can salve the wound?

I fear Lord Corlys's pride
is the least of our worries.

I don't wish to cause
you further distress,

Your Grace, but my brother has
sent disturbing word from Old town.

Lord Corlys is said to have
engaged in negotiations

with the Sea lord of Braavos.

He plans to wed his daughter
Laena to the Sealord's son.

If House Velaryon
entered into an alliance

with the Free Cities...

then...

we would have to seek
our own marriage pact.

(tense music playing)

(baby wailing)

(wailing continues)

- Good night, Ser Criston.
- Sleep well, Princess.

(exhales)

(sniffs)

(uneasy music playing)

Whoa!

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(breathing heavily)

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Rhaenyra:
Where are we going?

(people screaming)

(laughs)

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(moaning)

- Drunkard: f*ck off, boy.
- (Rhaenyra gasps)

He called me boy.

(laughter)

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(coughs)

Do you wish to know
your death, child?

(King Viserys breathing heavily)

Let me take that.

Leave us, all of you.

You have a far kinder
touch than they do.

Thank you, husband.

Player: And now we come to
the matter of the great Iron Chair...

and whose bum it might bear.

Our good King...

names his daughter,

a girl, his heir.

(crowd jeering, booing)

But then to him, a babe is born.

(grunting)

(groaning)

- A son!
- (gasps)

(crowd cheering) - To which
heir might the chair bear?

Who will it be?

The brother?
The daughter?

Or the little
princeling of three?

(laughter)

(crying)

Rhaenyra...
the Realm's Delight,

a girl so young and so slight...

loved by all of her people,

but would she make
a powerful queen,

- or would she be feeble?
- Crowd: Feeble!

Player:
Though Aegon, the babe Prince,

might long for a claim,

he has two things
Rhaenyra cannot:

a conqueror's name...

and a cock.

(crowd cheering)

Lies, slander!

Boo!

Jest if you will,

but many of the smallfolk
are like to believe

that, as a male,
Aegon should be the heir.

Mm. Their wants
are of no consequence.

- (Daemon laughs)
- (crowd cheering, whistling)

They're of great consequence

if you expect
to rule them one day.

For one night, I wish to be free

of the burdens
of my inheritance.

(flame whooshes)

Four coppers, street rat.

In King's Landing,
we pay for our pleasures.

- Daemon: Hey!
- Stop! Boy!

Daemon:
Wait, I'll find him.

(tense music playing)

(breathing heavily)

(Rhaenyra grunts) - And who
might you be running from, now?

Ser Harwin.

Princess.

- (grumbles)
- Don't.

You take care, boy.

Next time,
you might not be so lucky.

Enjoyed that, did you?

- Who knows when I'll next taste freedom?
- (Daemon laughing)

(knocks on door)

- Come.
- (door opens)

Pardon me, Your Grace.

The King has requested
your presence.

The hour is quite late.

Yes, Your Grace.

(drums playing)

(people laughing)

(indistinct chatter)

(woman shrieks)

(laughter)

(King Viserys breathing heavily)

(tense music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

(heavy breathing, moaning)

(woman moaning)

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Rhaenyra:
What is this place?

Daemon: It's where people
come to take what they want.

(moaning continues)

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f*cking is a pleasure, you see.

For the woman as it is the man.

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(King Viserys breathing heavily)

A marriage is a duty...
Yes.

But that doesn't stop us
from doing what we want.

From f*cking who we want.

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(breathing heavily)

(soft moaning)

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Daemon?

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(indistinct chatter)

(dog barks, howls)

(footsteps approach)

Princess?

Princess, are you, are you hurt?

- I-I should alert the Lord Commander.
- No.

- My helmet.
- (Rhaenyra chuckling)

(Ser Criston sighs)

You finished?

Thank you.

(clatters)

Stop.

(clatters)

(clatters)

(light music playing)

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(giggles)

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(breathing heavily)

(dog barking)

Apologies for
the late hour, my Lord.

- What is it?
- A messenger brings word from the White Worm.

(tense music playing)

(birds cawing)

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(clanking)

Daemon:
Am I your prisoner?

- As I was once yours?
- (Daemon chuckles)

- (bell tolling)
- (birds cawing)

I'm your protector,
lucky for you.

This will cut the fog.

I don't need protection
from a common whore.

I am not so common.

A not-so-common whore then.

I've left that life behind.

I learned that skin-trade

could only take me
so far in this life.

You never were one to stay idle.

Hard lessons are not
welcomed but suffered.

Daemon:
Mysar...

Mysar...

Mysaria: You can pay for
the room on your way out.

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(inhales, exhales)

(knocks at door)

Come.

What is it?

I apologize for the
early hour, Your Grace.

I have, um...

discomforting news.

I thought it best
shared discreetly

before the council convenes.

(sighs) The Sea Snake.

I'm afraid it concerns
the Princess, my King.

Has she been harmed?

It is no easy thing

to tell a father of
his daughter's exploits.

I had considered
saying nothing, but...

What has she done?

The Princess was spied
last evening...

beyond the walls of the Keep...

in a pleasure house.

What of it?

She was carrying on
with her uncle.

They were engaged in behaviors

unbecoming of a maiden...

of a Princess.

What behaviors?

Well, must I say it, Your Grace?

Viserys:
You enter my bedchamber,

accusing my daughter
of something.

Now speak it... plainly.

Daemon and Rhaenyra
were seen together...

in the bowels of a pleasure den.

(sighs)

Coupling.

(chuckles)

This is a lie.

You have been lied to.

I only wish that
were true, Your Grace.

Who is responsible
for this gossip?

Have this rumormonger
brought before me at once.

And I will take their eyes.

As your Hand, I must maintain
trusted sources of information.

And this one, as yet,
has never led me astray.

And several of the servants
have now admitted to seeing her,

the Princess...

creeping through the gates
from King's Landing,

disguised as a page

during the hour of the owl.

Are you so sick with ambition

that you would have
my daughter stalked?

Spied upon?

Awaiting your best chance
to destroy her reputation?

I have no such intent,
Your Grace.

You think yourself
a cunning man.

Your designs are obvious.

Do you wish to have your blood
on the Iron Throne so badly

that you are willing
to destroy mine own?

Just get out.

Leave me... at once.

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Your Grace.

(exclaims)

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(knocks on door)

I'm dressed, An nor a. Come.

Princess.

Come.

Princess, I-I have
a message from the Queen.

Queen Alicent:
What happened last night?

What do you mean?

My father has made some
worrying allegations about you.

Were you with your uncle?

Oh, I... (chuckles)

I haven't seen him in years.

He took me into
the city for some fun.

Tell me the whole of it,
Rhaenyra.

Your father accused me
of something.

That I drank wine?

Left the castle after dark?

That you f*cked Daemon
in a pleasure house.

This is a vile accusation.

Is it?

You Targaryens do
have q*eer customs.

- And Daemon certainly knows no limit.
- Alicent...

Your Grace, sister,
you must know I would,

I would never.

You cannot believe such gossip.

My father is no gossip.

Well, certainly
he's been misled.

He could not have
witnessed such a thing.

- Why not?
- Because it did not happen.

- He was told that you...
- Told?

Who made these claims
to your father?

(scoffs)

I am the Princess.
To...

To question my virtue
is an act of treason.

- I do not know specifically...
- What, your father did not tell you?

He reported it to the King.

I overheard.

So you are accusing me
of slanders...

you overheard?

I only want to help you,
Rhaenyra.

(sighs) Okay, we...
we drank in a tavern.

Several... taverns.

It was getting late...

and I asked to go home.

But Daemon wished to continue.

As he was my escort,
I had no real choice.

"Continue"...

in a brothel?

He took me to a show. I...

I was only a spectator.
I didn't do anything.

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And then Daemon sank
into his cups and, uh...

abandoned me for some whore.

I should've known better.

So you did not?

Must I truly refute that?

Daemon never touched me.

Okay, I swear this to you

upon the memory of my mother.

It was foolish of you to place
yourself in a position

where your virtue could
even come into question.

The King has strived
to find you a good match.

And so have I.

If that lord were to think
that you had been...

sullied...

- it would ruin everything.
- I know...

Your Grace.

I regret it.

- (bell tolling)
- (footsteps thudding)

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(grunts) - The King demands
an audience, my Prince.

Take your f*cking hands off me.

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(Daemon grumbling)

(grunts)

(groaning)

(door opens)

(footsteps approach)

My daughter.

(groans)

- Won't you even deny it?
- (Daemon coughs)

Daemon:
I need to understand the charge

before I can attempt
to discredit it.

You defiled her.

(Daemon groans)

King Viserys:
Still, you say nothing.

Daemon: Oh, what
does it matter, brother?

When we were Rhaenyra's age,

we f*cked our way through
most of the brothels

on the Street of Silk.

We were young men.

She is just a girl.

- Your niece!
- Rhaenyra's a woman-grown.

Better her first experience
be with me than some whore.

You f*cking...

You have ruined her!

What lord will wed her now?
In this condition?

Who gives a f*ck
what some lord thinks?

You are the dragon.
Your word is truth and law.

I have spent a lifetime
defending you.

But your heart is even
blacker than I thought.

I should disinherit her

as I already did you
and be done with it.

Wed her to me.

When I offered up my crown,
you said I could have anything.

I want Rhaenyra.
I'll take her as she is,

and wed her in the tradition
of our house.

(chuckles)
You are already wed.

That didn't stop Aegon the
Conqueror from taking a second wife.

You are no conqueror.

You are a plague...
sent to destroy me.

Give me Rhaenyra to take to wife

and we will return the House
of the Dragon to its proper glory.

King Viserys:
Of course.

It's not my daughter
you lust for, is it?

It's my throne.

Go back to the Vale, Daemon,

to your lawful wife.

Strive to restore whatever
scrap of honor remains in you.

Or don't.
Matters not to me.

As long as you are gone
from my sight for good.

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- (sheathes Kn*fe)
- (exhales)

As you wish, brother.

(door closes)

(birds cawing)

Have you spoken to her?

No.

It is not in Rhaenyra's
nature to be deceitful.

I cannot say the same
for your brother.

You believe he lied?

How often does he
speak the pure truth?

How does confessing
to such things serve him?

By reducing you.

(King Viserys sighs)

Whatever transpired,
Rhaenyra is not innocent.

Only because Daemon
tried to corrupt her.

Daemon and Rhaenyra
share the blood of the dragon.

They are restless and chaotic.

She swore to me that
she remains a maiden.

And I believe her.

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(sighs)

King Viserys:
That dagger

once belonged
to Aegon the Conqueror.

It was Aenar's before that.

And before that...

well, it is difficult to know.

Before Aegon's death, the
last of the Valyrian pyromancers

hid his song in the steel.

Rhaenyra:
"From my blood...

"come the Prince
That Was Promised...

and his will be
the Song of Ice and Fire."

The responsibility
I have handed to you,

the burden of this knowledge...

it is larger than the throne,
the king.

It is larger than you

and your desires.

Jaehaerys would've
disinherited you.

For a lie?

You've yet to ask me for
the truth of what happened.

The truth does not
matter, Rhaenyra.

Only perception.

You have exposed yourself.

Now we must both
suffer the consequences.

Were I born a man,
I could bed whomever I wanted.

I could father a dozen bastards,

and no one in your court
would blink an eye.

You are right...
but you were born a woman.

So you'll strip me of my titles
and name Aegon in my stead.

I would.

But it is mine to hold
the realm together,

not sow it
with further division.

Your courtship is at an end.

You will wed
Ser Laenor Velaryon,

and you will do so
without protest.

The son of the Sea Snake.

So I can be a remedy
for your political headaches.

You are my political headache!

Your wedding
to Ser Laenor Velaryon

will unite the two most
powerful houses in the realm.

With the combined strength of
our shared dragons and naval fleets,

no one would dare
to stand against us.

The House of the Dragon

will stand as one
for a further generation.

And what will you
do about the vulture

who perches upon your throne?

What vulture?

Your Hand.

Otto High tower has served
two kings loyally and faithfully.

He wants Aegon to be named heir.

And he will stop at nothing
to see it done.

Including spying on me
to bring about my ruin.

You speak of
The Conqueror's vision

and the need for strength
and unity across the realm.

But how can that be accomplished

with your most trusted adviser
so self-interested?

Every lord and lady that calls
for an audience with me,

every man on my small council,

and all councils past,
has been self-interested.

- It is unavoidable.
- I disagree.

I will do my duty as heir

and wed Ser Laenor.

But you must first
do yours as king.

- (door closes)
- Your Grace.

Five days.

I'm sorry, Your Grace?

King Viserys:
Though it was some time ago.

The details...
they fade in memory.

My father was a hale and
healthy warrior and dragon rider

at the peak of his abilities.

Jaehaerys named
a great royal hunt

to celebrate him being
named the Hand of the King.

Five days later my...
my father lay dead.

Tourneys last longer.

Baelon the Brave,

rider of Vhagar,

heir to the Iron Throne...

dead of a burst belly.

The gods have a dark wit.

It was a grim day.

- I recall it all too well.
- Yeah...

It was a good day for you.

Jaehaerys named you Hand
in Baelon's stead.

That's hardly how
I viewed it, Your Grace.

It was a duty.

You served my grand sire
nobly in his final days.

You are the man that
taught me how to be King.

- Oh, you honor me, Your Grace.
- (King Viserys sighs)

Just five days...

you went from being another man
in Jaehaerys's court,

to the second most
powerful man in the realm.

I wonder...

how long did it take you to
choose yourself over your King?

Your Grace?

I will never recover
from Aemma's death.

But Alicent...

she took me through
the worst of my grief.

She was a calculated
distraction.

I only now realize
how well-calculated it was.

That is an absurdity.

The Queen loves you...

as I know you love her.

Your interests no longer align
with those of the realm.

Your judgment has
been compromised.

A loyal Hand must tell his king

a discomforting truth
from time to time, Your Grace.

If he doesn't...

he's failed as a servant.

You were a faithful
servant, Otto.

The crown and the realm

both owe you a debt
that can never be repaid.

But I can no longer
trust your judgment.

(sorrowful music playing)

(knocks on door)

Come.

I hope you can forgive
the late hour, Princess.

I took great care
in its preparation.

If not brewed properly,
it can either prove ineffective

or else bear

- unpleasant...
- Brewed properly?

I'm sorry, what is that?

A tea, Princess.

From the King.

It will rid you of any
unwanted consequences.

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(door opens)

(door closes)

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(vocalizing)