All language subtitles for House of the Dragon S01E05 - We Light the Way.eng

[theme music playing]

[waves splashing]

[birds chirping]

[whinnies]

-Good morrow, Lady Rhea.
-Cousin.

What's today's quarry? Rabbit?

-Deer.
-Oh, fine challenge.

Care for some company?

I'd rather ride alone.

[horse snorts]

Good fortune to you.

[birds squawking]

[panting]

[suspenseful music playing]

[horse groans]

Husband.

What brings you to the Vale?

Or have you at last come
to consummate our marriage?

The Vale's sheep might be willing,

even if I'm not.

Our sheep are prettier, after all.

Or perhaps your brother has at last
had his fill of your company.

Cast you aside
in favor of a little girl.

[horse groans]

What will you do now?

Will you strike the child down?

Or?

[ominous music playing]

-[grunts]
-[whinnies]

[groans]

[Lady Rhea breath trembling]

| Knew you couldn't finish.

Craven!

[sobbing]

[indistinct shouting]

[rumbling]

[retching]

[groans]

Thank you.

[music playing]

[rain pattering]

[thunder rumbling]

[indistinct shouting]

A moment.

| do not wish to see you go.

Such is the King's decision.

A decision | most bitterly regret.

And yet, you made it possible.

You chose Rhaenyra.

She swore her innocence,

and | believed her.

You wanted to believe her,
as did her father.

Your informant was wrong.

An honest mistake, perhaps,
but | did not foresee this!

[Otto] You should have.

If you had not been so relentless
in advancing Aegon as heir!

[thunder rumbling]

Listen to me, daughter.

The King will die.

It may be months or years,
but he'll not live to be an old man.

And if Rnaenyra succeeds him,

war will follow, do you understand?

The realm will not accept her.

And to secure her claim,

she'll have to put
your children to the sword.

She'll have no choice.

[sobbing]

[somber music playing]

You know it.

You're no fool,
and yet you choose not to see it.

The time is coming, Alicent.

Either you prepare Aegon to rule,

or you Cleave to Rhaenyra
and pray for her mercy.

[sobbing]

[thunder rumbling]

[sobbing]

[horse snorts]

[rattling]

[music playing]

[coughs]

[swords clanking]

[both grunting]

Where is Lord Corlys?
He should be here to receive the King.

[door opens]

-[footsteps approaching]
-[sighs]

Welcome to High Tide, Your Grace.

What is the meaning of this, Lady Laena?

Is this how House Velaryon
greets its King?

My father has but just returned
from his long journey

and he has hastened to the Hall of Nine
to await Your Grace's arrival.

Let's just get on with it.

[birds chirping]

[music playing]

[Larys] An outsider...

among the natives.

Lord Larys.

Malvales.

A rare bloom.

Indigenous to Braavos.

By all rights,
it shouldn't be thriving here.

Nature, such mystery.

-The weather has been lovely.
-[Larys] Indeed.

And yet it is a dark day for the realm.

Your father was a good man.

As is yours who took his place.

Yet still,

the manner of your father's departure...

it feels something of an injustice.

[thunder rumbling]

What do you know of the matter
of his leaving?

When one is never invited to speak,

one learns instead to... observe.

You're perhaps in need of an ally?

I'm the Queen.

-| have no shortage of allies.
-[Larys] Naturally.

Princess Rhaenyra, for example.

State your purpose, my lord.

Um...

| did wonder if she could be relied upon

now that she is unwell.

Unwell? | haven't heard anything.

Begging your pardon,
Your Grace, | may be mistaken.

It's just that on the very same night
your father was dismissed,

the Grand Maester delivered a tea
to the Princess's chambers.

-A tea?
-[Larys] Yes.

[music playing]

That the Grand Maester himself brought?

[Larys] At the direction of the King,
as | understand It.

[scoffs]

[Larys] | do hope she's not unwell.

Rhaenyra sailed
with the King to Driftmark

-yesterday at daybreak.
-[Larys] Oh, what good news.

| must've been in error.

Ah, a relief.

[pants]

| thought for Mellos himself, well...

her condition must be
something very serious.

What happiness it is to have been wrong.

[indistinct chatter]

I'm sorry.

Come, cousin.

Let us discover what might be had
for breakfast.

[breathing heavily]

[Viserys | coughs]

[breathing heavily]

Your Grace.

[Viserys | coughs]

Rise, Lord Corlys. [coughs]

Be welcome.

-May | offer you a chair?
-[door opens]

Cousin!

[chuckles]

Princess.

[winces]

-Are you well?
-Very.

[Corlys] | congratulate you,
Lord Lyonel.

| can think of no man more suited to be
the Hand of the King.

That is very kind of you to say,
Lord Corlys.

His Grace has honored me with the post.

Pity about Ser Otto.

[breathing heavily]

Despite spending most of my days
amidst the grandeur of the Red Keep,

the halls of High Tide
never fail to impress.

[Corlys] You flatter me, Your Grace.

Though | do wish we could meet
under happier pretenses.

-How so?
-[Corlys] Daemon's wife,

the Lady Rhea Royce, has passed.

[Rhaenys Velaryon] A hunting mishap.

She was thrown from her horse.

Her neck and skull
both crushed in the fall.

[Corlys] A most surprising end.

Lady Rhea's skill as both
rider and hunter were well-known.

-[Rhaenys Velaryon] The gods are cruel.
-Indeed.

Lady Rhea was a fine woman
and a good wife to my brother.

Sad thing that she and Daemon
have no heirs to succeed her.

She stood to inherit Runestone.

[breathing heavily]

Mayhaps we can turn toward
happier pursuits.

-No, thank you.
-What did you have in mind, Your Grace?

[coughs]

[breathing heavily]

| wish to propose a marriage
between your son, Ser Laenor...

and my daughter and heir,
the Princess Rhaenyra.

It's long past time our houses
were united in blood.

The last pillars of Old Valyria.

You honor both me
and my house, Your Grace.

There are certain details
| would wish clarified

before the Princess Rhaenys
and | could accept this most...

generous proposal.

What details?

We would like to know
how the succession will be handled.

Rhaenyra is my heir.

Upon my death, my throne and my titles
will pass to her.

She and Ser Laenor's firstborn child,
regardless of gender,

will inherit the Iron Throne from her.

Can | presume that,
in keeping with Westerosi tradition...

their children would take
their father's name?

That they would be born Velaryons?

Surely, Lord Corlys,

you are not proposing
the Targaryen dynasty

end with my daughter
simply because she is a woman?

[scoffs]

| only seek clarity, Your Grace.

[Viserys | coughing]

Might | have a chair
brought in for you?

| do not-- [coughs]

No. | do not require a chair.

Upon their birth,
Ser Laenor and Rhaenyra's children

shall take their
father's name, Velaryon...

in keeping with our traditions.

However,

at such time when their firstborn
ascends the Iron Throne,

he or she will do so
bearing the name Targaryen.

[music playing]

Dragons will rule the Seven Kingdoms
for the next hundred years,

just as they did the last.

This is an equitable compromise.

[Viserys I] Good.

Now, if there's nothing further.

[breathing heavily]

[waves splashing]

[birds squawking]

[Rhaenyra] In truth, if it had
to be someone, I'm glad it is you.

| Know this union is not
what you would choose.

| hold nothing against you, cousin.

No, I--

Rather...

Dare | say it is a matter of taste?

| prefer roast duck to goose.

| cannot say why.

It's not for a lack of trying.

There are those
who like goose very well.

| find it a bit greasy for my taste.

| Know that whatever agreement
being struck up there

will not change your appetites,

nor will it change mine.

And what do you propose?

That we perform our duty to our fathers
and to the realm

and when it's done...

each of us dines as we see fit.

[music playing]

[Rhaenys Velaryon] Viserys has taken
to bed while his ship is readied.

[Corlys] Perhaps I...

overextended myself?

Pushed him too close to the edge?

My cousin chose to sail
into this tempest, husband.

It was undignified of the King
to drag himself here

and beg for Laenor's hand.

Where is Laenor?

[Rhaenys Velaryon] He and Rhaenyra
are walking the coast.

[Corlys] Good.

Do they seem... familiar?

[Rhaenys Velaryon]
They grew up together.

Familiarity is not at issue.

I'm sure Laenor
was already taken with her.

She's grown quite comely
these last few years.

[Rhaenys Velaryon]
You know his true nature.

He's still young.

He will outgrow it.

There is no pleasure
in the world like...

bedding a woman.

We are placing our son in danger.

The lords of the realm
bent the knee to Rhaenyra

and swore obeisance to her.

That was before there
was a true-born prince

named Aegon Targaryen.

Rhaenyra's succession
will be challenged.

Knives will come out for her,
her husband, and for their heirs.

Our house controls the realm's navy
and half its dragons.

Anyone fool enough to challenge
Rhaenyra's claim

-will be crushed.
-To what end, Corlys? Wealth? Power?

-Pride?
-Justice.

[sighs]

By all rights,

you should be
Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

[scoffs]

[Corlys] You were robbed
of the crown by--

| never wore the crown
because the realm would not have it so.

And | would remedy that

small-minded error
by any means necessar--

| myself have put the business
behind me, Corlys.

[waves splashing]

[birds chirping]

[Ser Joffrey] I've always feared the day
you'd have to marry a woman.

And now it comes.

Your betrothed gives you leave

of her own free will
to continue partaking of.

Was | the duck or the goose?

I've come to meet my fate
and you make a jape of it?

Look, Rhaenyra will be
Queen of the Seven Kingdoms

and you will be her king consort.

[scoffs] Think of the tournament,

the feast, the battles at sea.

Will you wear your crown today,
Your Grace?

[chuckles]

You're a fool.

[both grunting]

You will need a sworn protector.

Hmm.

[music playing]

This is better
than we could've hoped for.

She has a paramour of her own.

[waves splashing]

[Laenor] / wonder who it is.

[Rhaenyra] Did sleep flee you as well
this morning?

[Criston] | needed to see you, Princess.

[Rhaenyra] | confess
| had a similar desire.

You have confided in me now and then
over the years of our acquaintance.

| feel, forgive me,
that | know you... a bit.

You know more than a bit.

I've heard you say so many times
how you loathe the lot of your position,

that you are to be married off
at your father's whim

with no thought given to the yearning
of your own heart,

and now the day comes.

Ser Laenor is a good and decent man,
but you did not choose him.

-He was chosen for you.
-That's true.

If there were another path...

one that led to freedom...

would you tread it?

Rhaenyra, before | came here,

| was a knight in the Stormlands.

| have deep knowledge
of the port at Sunspear

where I've seen the ships
of Essos setting sail

with their hulls full
of oranges and cinnamon

and I've always wished
to see where they went.

Are you asking for leave?

I'm asking you to come with me...

away from all of this.

From the burdens and indignities
of your inheritance.

Let us leave it all behind
and see the world together...

where we'll be nameless,

and free...

free to go where we like,
to love as we like.

In Essos...

you could marry me.

A marriage for love,

not for the crown.

[ship creaking]

lam the crown, Ser Criston.

Or | will be.

| may chafe at my duties,

but do you think | would choose infamy

in exchange for a bushel of oranges
or a ship to Asshai?

It is my duty

to marry a nobleman from a great house

and Ser Laenor will make a fine husband.

But my, um...

my marriage...

does not have to be the end.

Ser Criston, Laenor and | have
an understanding.

I've granted him leave
to pursue his own interests...

and in turn, he's granted me the same.

So you want me to be your whore?

[chuckles] | want us
to continue as we began,

with you as my sworn protector,
my white knight.

| took an oath.

As a knight of your Kingsguard.

An oath of chastity. I've broken it.

-| won't tell anyone--
-I've soiled my white cloak.

And it's the only thing
| have to my fucking name!

| thought if we were married,
| might be able to restore it.

The Iron Throne looms larger than me,

larger than anyone in my family.

Aegon the Conqueror
united the Seven Kingdoms

and put them on a path--

Ser Criston.

[somber music playing]

[horse whinnies]

[birds chirping]

[breathing heavily]

-[sighs]
-[thuds]

[all exclaiming]

-(Harrold] Fetch the Maester!
-[man] Get back.

Get Mellos! Get back!

Prepare the crucible.

[Mellos] We'll need leeches.

Ser Criston...

you've been summoned.

| left the Princess just minutes ago.

Not the Princess, ser.

The Queen.

[baby crying]

[door opens]

Ser Criston, Your Grace.

[baby gurgling]

-That will be all.
-[baby crying]

| fear | must question you
on a delicate matter, Ser Criston.

| am your servant as always, my Queen.

It concerns our dear Princess Rhaenyra.

Please.

You are her sworn protector
and rightly loyal to her.

lam.

The night of Daemon's return...

there's been a rumor...

or rather, my father received
an accounting of...

a lapse of morals

that may have occurred between--

It is, of course, unthinkable for me
to question the virtue of the Princess,

whom | hold in highest regard,

but, | did, however, wonder if...

I'm not unaware
that in flush of youth...

there may be errors made...

[sighs] breaches in resolve, [scoffs]

-breaches, or rather lapses--
-[Criston] It happened, Your Grace.

The sin you allude to.

| have committed it.

At her instigation,
it is true, but that should--

It is no excuse.

My oath has been broken.

| have dishonored myself.

| deserve no consideration.

But if...

as aclement Queen,
you are inclined to pity...

| would ask only this...

that rather than gelding me

and having me tortured

you would sentence me
mercifully to death.

[breath trembling]

[somber music playing]

[sniffles]

Thank you for your honesty, Ser Criston.

You may go.

[door opens]

[somber music continues]

[Mellos] Rest now, Your Grace.
| will bring the leeches.

[Orwyle] Uh, if | may, Grand Maester,

| took the liberty
of preparing a fresh set

of herbal poultices
that might be more effective.

[Mellos] That will not be necessary,
Orwyle.

The leechings have always brought
His Grace relief.

-[Mellos grunts]
-[Viserys | breathing heavily]

[groans]

[door opens]

To help him sleep.

[pops]

[breathing heavily]

Where's the Queen?

[door closes]

| was given to understand that she
is otherwise occupied, Your Grace.

[breathing heavily]

Will | be remembered
as a good king, Lyonel?

Your Grace?

What will they say of me
when the histories are written?

| have neither fought nor conquered,

nor suffered any great defeat.

Some might call that good fortune.

It hardly makes a good song, does it?

To be sung at feasts
in a hundred years...

five hundred.

[Lord Strong] You have carried
King Jaehaerys's legacy.

-And kept the realm strong.
-[sighs]

[Lord Strong] Is it not better
to live in peace

than to have songs
sung after you are dead?

Perhaps.

But there is a part of me
wishes I'd been tested.

| often think that in the crucible,

| may have been forged a different man.

Many that are tested,
only wish to have been spared it.

[breathing heavily]

Another lord might assure me
that | would rise like

Aegon the Conqueror given the chance.

-Your Grace, that is--
-[Viserys I] You're right.

You're right as always.

It is perhaps best not to know.

[music playing]

[breathing heavily]

[dragons roaring]

[Harrold] /t is with great pleasure

that His Grace, King Viserys,
announces the start

of the royal wedding celebrations.

House Lannister with their lord,
Jason Lannister.

Lord Paramount of the West,
and Master of Casterly Rock.

[indistinct chatter]

[Harrold] House Hightower
with their lord, Hobert Hightower.

Beacon of the South,
Defender of the Citadel,

the Voice of Oldtown...

[joyful music playing]

Congratulations, Your Grace.

You have made a fine match
for the Princess.

Thank you, Lord Jason.

| could think of no better man
than Ser Laenor.

[scoffs]

Well, if this is only the welcome feast,

| admit, | cannot imagine what you might
have planned for the wedding.

My daughter is the future queen. [sighs]

| wanted this to be
a wedding for the histories.

Where is the Queen?

| had hoped to pay my respects.

| understand the Queen is still
readying herself for the celebrations.

This is why men wage war

because women would never
be ready for the battle in time.

[chuckles]

[chuckles softly]

Your presence is always
such a pleasure, Lord Jason.

Princess, Your Grace.

Your Grace, Princess Rhaenyra,
congratulations are in order.

[Viserys I] We are very honored
to have you as a guest, Ser Gerold.

| must say, | was most distressed

to hear of the Lady Rhea's
tragic passing.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

[Gerold Royce] Lady Rhea
was a unique character.

Her kind is not soon to be seen again.

If there is anything the crown might do
to aid House Royce--

[drums beating]

[Harrold] Lord Corlys of House Velaryon.

Lord of the Tides, Master of Driftmark.

And his lady wife,
Princess Rhaenys Targaryen.

And their son and heir,
Ser Laenor Velaryon,

the future king consort.

[all applauding]

[music playing]

-My Betrothed.
-My Betrothed.

-[kisses]
-[chuckles]

[all applauding]

[coughs]

[sinister music playing]

[all murmuring]

[mumbles]

Be welcome,
as we join together in celebration.

Tonight is only its beginning.

We honor the crown's oldest

and fiercest ally, House Velaryon.

Reaching back to the days of Old Valyria
and the Age of Dragons.

With House Targaryen and--

[music playing]

[door opens]

[whispers] The King will not be happy.

Right in the midst of his speech.

The beacon on the Hightower,

do you know what color it glows
when Oldtown calls its banners to war?

Green.

Congratulations, stepdaughter.

What a blessing this is for you.

[sighs]

Please be seated.

[coughs]

[whispers] Where was |?

The joining of the two houses,
Your Grace.

Yeah. [clears throat]

Yes.

[breathing heavily]

With House Targaryen
and House Velaryon united,

| hope to herald in
a second Age of Dragons

in Westeros.

[all applauding]

[Viserys I] And after
tonight's small affair...

[all laughing]

[Viserys I] ...seven days
of tournament and feasting.

[all applauding]

[Viserys I] At the end of it all...

At the end of it all, a royal wedding...

between my daughter,

my heir...

your future Queen...

and Ser Laenor Velaryon,
the heir to Driftmark.

[all applauding]

[music playing]

[Rhaenyra] | was never much of a dancer.

It's not much different to combat.

Hmm.
| shall hope for a different outcome.

[music continues]

[music stops]

[all cheering]

[inaudible conversation]

[indistinct chatter]

[chuckles]

[drums beating]

-Your Grace.
-We thank you for coming, uncle.

| worried that given leave of your
father's shadow,

you might wither
in King's Landing's sun.

But you stood tall.

Know that Oldtown stands with you.

[music playing]

[Gerold Royce] In the Vale,
men are made to answer for their crimes.

Even Targaryens.

Who are you?

Ser Gerold Royce of Runestone.

And?

[music continues]

| am cousin to your late lady wife.

Ah, yes. Terrible thing.

I'm positively bereft.
Such a tragic accident.

You know better than anyone,
it was no accident.

Are you confessing some guilt,
Ser Gerold?

lam making an accusation.

In King's Landing, men are made
to answer for their slanders.

Even old bronze cunts like you.

[scoffs]

The truth is, I'm glad you've come.

| wish to speak to you
about my inheritance.

-What inheritance?
-Lady Rhea and | had no heirs.

As her husband, whatever she was due
now passes to me.

She stood to inherit all of Runestone.
Did she not?

After my niece's wedding,
| plan to fly to the Eyrie

and petition Lady Jeyne myself.

Perhaps I'll see you there, Ser Gerold.

[music continues]

Has anybody ever told you
you're nearly as pretty as your brother?

[scoffs] You flatter me, my Prince.

| was sorry to hear
about your lady wife.

Don't be, | wasn't.

My lady was never very kind to me.

| Know who it is.

Hmm?

The handsome paramour.

Who?

Ser Criston Cole.

-[Laenor] Her sworn protector?
-[Ser Joffrey] Look at him.

The man is fully cunt-struck.

[chuckles]

A Targaryen prince,
a dashing knight, and a dragonrider.

You appear to be every
young maiden's dream.

That's only because
you don't know me yet.

| believe Ser Criston has bloodied
that white cloak of his

-with your bride's maidenhead.
-Keep your voice down.

Perhaps that is something
we might remedy, my Prince.

Perhaps it is.

This is a good thing.
She knows your secret,

and now you know hers.

[all] Hey!

[indistinct chatter]

[music playing]

[all] Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

They make a handsome match, don't they?

What?

The Princess and Ser Laenor.

[all] Hey!

[Ser Joffrey] Ser Joffrey Lonmouth,

or the Knight of Kisses, they call me,

though | don't know why.

[Criston] I'm on watch.
What's your business?

You don't know me, Ser Criston.

But we are both deeply
invested in this union.

[all] Hey!

[Criston] If you have something to say,
Ser Joffrey, speak it.

Ser Laenor is quite dear to me.

As | know the Princess is to you.

We should swear
to each other to guard them,

and their secrets,
because if those are kept safe...

then so are we all.

[music continues]

[all] Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

[inaudible conversation]

-May |, Ser Harwin?
-Of course, my Prince.

[all] Hey!

[in Valyrian]

fall, in English] Hey!

[people screaming]

[sinister music playing]

What in the Seven Hells is going on?

[all screaming]

Laenor!

[indistinct shouting]

[both grunting]

[grunts]

[both grunting]

-[groans]
-[all exclaiming]

[woman screaming]

[both grunting]

-Stop this!
-Where's Rhaenyra?

[people screaming]

[people grunting]

[vibrato intensifying]

[all grunting]

[man] Princess?

[yelling]

[grunting]

Put me down!

-[music stops]
-[panting]

[somber music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[grunts]

[wailing]

[man] The love of the Seven
is holy and eternal.

The source of life and love.

We stand here tonight
in thanks and praise

to join two souls as one.

Father...

Mother...

Warrior...

Smith...

Maiden...

Crone...

Stranger.

Hear now their vows.

[breath trembling]
lam yours and you are mine.

Whatever may come.

[Rhaenyra] / am yours and you are mine.

Whatever may come.

[man] Here, in the presence
of gods and men,

| proclaim...

Laenor of House Velaryon...

Rhaenyra of House Targaryen,

to be man and wife.

[somber music continues]

[inhales]

[man] One flesh...

one heart...

one soul...

now and forever.

-[Alicent] Ser Criston.
-[breathing heavily]

[sighs]

[chittering]

[music playing]