All language subtitles for House of the Dragon S01E06 - The Princess and the Queen (NetNaija.xyz)

(epic theme playing)

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(heavy breathing)

(groaning)

Older Midwife:
Keep breathing.

(rapid breathing)

And push.

(groaning)

And again.

I c-- I can't.

-Push!
-(groaning)

-Younger Midwife: The head!
-(moaning)

(groaning)

(younger midwife chuckles)

A boy, Princess.

Younger Midwife:
Praise the Mother!

-(baby crying)
-(chuckling)

Ahh.

Healthy?

Kicking like
a goat, Princess.

(heavy breathing)

(door opens)

(chuckling)

Elinda: Princess...

the Queen has requested that
the child be brought to her...

immediately.

Why?

(groans)

I'll take him myself.

You should remain
abed, Princess--

Yes, I should!
Help me dress.

(heavy breathing)

Ooh...

Mmm...

Princess...

your dress?

(baby crying)

(Rhaenyra shushing)

(baby crying)

(shushing)

-Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm.
-Younger Midwife: Princess?

-Oh, it's coming.
-The afterbirth!

(groaning)

(yells)

A boy. I've just heard.

-Yes.
-Well done.

-Where are you going?
-She wants to see him.

Now?

I'm coming with you.

-I should hope so.
-Let me take him.

No, she'll get no such
satisfaction from me.

Just take my arm,
at the least.

Was it terribly painful?

Oh gods.

(indistinct chatter)

I took a lance through
the shoulder once.

My deepest sympathies.

Servants:
The Princess...
The Princess...

I am glad
I am not a woman.

-Servant: My Princess...
-Servant: My Lord...

(Rhaenyra groaning)

-What is it?
-(bell tolling)

What is it?
What is it?

Fuck.

Walk... Walk!

What could she
possibly want?

I thought we
were past this.

Princess, Ser Laenor,
it is a privilege

to be amongst the first
to congratulate you.

Thank you,
Lord Caswell.

If I may be of any service.

The day may yet come, my Lord.

(groaning)

We are turning back,
all right?

She can come to us,
all right?

No. Not unless you wish
to carry me down
those fucking stairs.

(Laenor sighs)

♪ ♪

This is absurd.

Mm...

Princess.

Rhaenyra!
You should be resting
after your labors.

I have no doubt that
you would prefer that,
Your Grace.

You must sit.

Talya, fetch a cushion
for the Princess.

-There's no need.
-Queen Alicent: Nonsense.

We'll finish this later.

Talya: Your Grace.

-(groans)
-What happy news this morning.

Prince Laenor:
Indeed, Your Grace.

Where is he?

Where is my grandson?
There.

There he is.

Oh.

A fine Prince.

Sturdy.

You will make
a fearsome knight.

(softly) Yes, you will.

Does the babe
have a name yet?

-We haven't spoken--
-Joffrey.

He'll be called Joffrey.

That's an unusual name
for a Velaryon.

I do believe he has
his father's nose.

(chuckles)

(softly)
Don't you?

(clears throat)
If you don't mind,
Your Grace,

your daughter has
exerted herself heroically
and should rest.

Of course.

There.

Well done, my girl.

I do hope the labor was easy.

I think I called
the midwife a cunt.

Oh.

Do keep trying, Ser Laenor.

Soon or late,
you may get one
who looks like you.

♪ ♪

You don't...
think to consult me

before you name my child?

He's our child,
is he not?

Only one of us is bleeding.

I deserve some say
in the affairs
of my own family.

You haven't
seemed so interested
in our affairs of late.

♪ ♪

Child:
And he sees a big, scary dragon!

Mother...

look.

-We chose an egg for the baby.
-Princess Rhaenyra: Ahh.

That looks like the perfect one.

-Jacaerys: I let Luke choose.
-Lucerys: Thank you, Jace.

Not every day an egg
leaves the Dragonpit,
Princess.

I thought it best
to escort the lads.

Laenor and I thank you,
Commander.

Another boy, I heard.

What a fine knight you
are going to make, eh?

Might I?

Ser Harwin wishes to be
introduced to Joffrey.

Of course.

-Harwin Strong: Joffrey, is it?
-Mm-hm.

Mm.

Lucerys:
Father, please may
I hold Joffrey?

-No, no. No.
-Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Back to the Dragonpit
for you two.

-Lucerys: Come on!
-Laenor: Before they
send out a search party.

(door closes)

(humming)

You're asleep in front
of the Commander
of the City Watch.

Terrible lack of respect.

A certain insolence runs
in the family, I'm afraid.

(chains rattling)

(dragon grumbling)

(speaking High Valyrian)

(grumbling, screeching)

(yawns)

(grumbling)

Dragonkeeper:
Call Vermax to heel,
Prince Jacaerys.

(speaking High Valyrian)

(roars)

(sheep bleats)

(grumbling)

-(bleats)
-(grumbles)

Vermax!

(louder) Vermax!

(screeches)

(speaking High Valyrian)
Zaldrizo aoho syt aeksio
sagon ao bevilza,

darilaros nuhys--

You must hold mastery
over your dragon,
my young Princes.

... hae Darilarot
Aegot Vvsperzomy.

Dragonkeeper:
As Prince Aegon
has with Sunfyre.

Zijosy aot tetiri ozlettosy,

toli rybagon zirylo vindilza.

Once they're fully bound to you,
they will refuse

to take instruction
from any other.

(screeches)

-Can I say it?
-Mm-hm.

(sheep bleating)

(speaks High Valyrian)
Dracarys, Vermax!

(screeches)

(sheep squealing)

(vocalizes)

Aemond, we have
a surprise for you.

-What is it?
-Something very special.

You're the only one
of us without a dragon.

Indeed.

And we felt badly about it,

so we found one for you.

A dragon? How?

The gods provide.

(pig grunting)

-Behold--
-Both: The Pink Dread!

(both laughing)

Be sure to mount her carefully.

First flight's always rough.

-(snorting)
-(laughing)

(laughter continues)

(eerie music playing)

(indistinct vocalizing)

♪ ♪

(animal growls)

(strong winds blowing)

(intense music swells)

(grunts)

Child:
This one has 60 rings...

and two pairs of legs on each.

That's 240.

Yes, it is.

It has eyes...

though...

I don't believe it can see.

And why is that so,
do you think?

It is beyond
our understanding.

I suppose you're right.
Some things just are.

(door opens)

Kingsguard:
Your Grace.

Aemond.

-What have you done?
-He did it again.

Alicent:
After how many times
you've been warned,

must I have you confined
to your chambers?!

-They made me do it!
-As if you needed
encouragement.

Your obsession
with those beasts

goes beyond understanding.

They gave me a pig!

A what?

They said they found
a dragon for me.

The last ring
has no legs at all.

But it was a pig.

You will have
a dragon one day.

-He'll have to close an eye.
-Alicent: I know it.

They all laughed.

Alicent:
They made wings for it,
apparently, and a tail.

King Viserys:
The lad shouldn't
have been so credulous.

He's a child.

He thought
they'd happened upon

some wild unnamed dragon

and lured it to the Dragonpit?

Your grandsons
are a menace.

They're more children
than he is.

Th-They're savages.
And it's not surprising.

Are you sure it wasn't
our Aegon who put them
up to it?

It's a wonder to me
their eggs ever hatched.

-And why is that?
-You know why.

-I'm afraid I don't.
-Don't! (inhales)

(exhales) Viserys.

We shall continue
this afternoon, Eddard.

I have raised
this matter before

and you forbade me
to speak of it,
so I held my tongue.

To have one child
like that is a mistake,

to have three is an insult,

to the throne, to you,

to House Velaryon
and the match you battled
so hard to make for her.

Not to mention
decency itself.

I had a black mare once.

Black like a raven.

One day,
she escaped her pasture

and the neighboring stallion
sired a foal on her.

The stallion was
as silver as the moon
on a winter's night

and the foal,
when it was born,

chestnut.
(chuckles)

Just the most unremarkable
brown horse you ever saw.

Nature is a thing
of mysterious works.

How do you know?

The silver stallion.

How do you know it was him?

Did you witness the act itself?

(bangs table)

The consequences

of an allegation
like the one you toy at

would be dire.

(Viserys sighs)

Do not speak of this again.

Alicent:
Have I lost my sanity,
Ser Criston?

Do my senses
lead me astray?

Or is everyone else asleep,

dreaming the same
woolly dream?

Sometimes seems so,
Your Grace.

She flaunts the privilege
of her inheritance
without shame.

She expects everyone
in the Red Keep
to deny the truth

our eyes can all plainly see.

-And the King, her father--
-He knows.

Of course, he knows.
Or did once,

but has convinced
himself otherwise.

He'll do naught
but make excuses for her.

The Princess Rhaenyra
is brazen and relentless.

A spider who stings
and sucks her prey dry.

A spoiled cunt.

That was beneath me,
Your Grace. I apologize.

I have to believe,

that in the end,
honor and decency
will prevail.

We need to hew to that
and to each other.

(bell tolling)

(grunting)

(grunting)

-Alicent:
Whose idea was it?
-Oh!

(Aegon grunts)

The pig.

-Was it your plot?
-No...

it was Jace

and... uh...

it-it was the two of them.

I couldn't be sure.

Aemond is your brother.

-Well, he's a twat.
-We are family.

You may cuff him about
as you wish at home,

but in the world...
we must defend our own.

It was funny.

Do you think
Rhaenyra's sons

will be your
playthings forever?

As things stand...

Rhaenyra will ascend the throne

and Jacaerys Targaryen
will be her heir.

-So?
-Ugh! You are nearly
a man-grown.

How is it that you can be
so shortsighted?

If Rhaenyra comes
into power...

your very life could be forfeit.

Aemond's as well.

She could move to cut off
any challenge
to her succession.

-Then I won't challenge--
-(yells) You are the challenge!

You are the challenge,
Aegon!

Simply by living
and breathing!

You are the King's
firstborn son...

and what they know,
what everyone
in the realm knows

in their blood
and in their bones...

is that one day,
you will be our King.

Get dressed.

(footsteps retreating)

(tense music playing)

(all cheering)

(screeches)

(grumbles)

♪ ♪

(dragon squeals)

(speaks High Valyrian)
Dracarys!

(roars)

♪ ♪

(hisses, roars)

Prince Reggio Haratis:
The lamb hearts are excellent.

We are fortunate
in our cook,
Your Excellence.

There's a plum-cake
yet to be served,

which will have us
fighting over the crumbs.

Then before we come to blows...

(taps on table)

a toast to Aegon the Conqueror,
your exalted forebear,

who joined our cause
against Volantis

in the Century of Blood.

On the great dragon Balerion,
he flew to our aid in Lys

and burned a fleet
of enemy ships,

thus turning the tide.

-Aegon the Conqueror.
-All: To Aegon.

Reggio:
This brings me
to some business.

A proposal I wish to make

in the spirit of honoring
our storied alliance.

If your aim is to marry
one of our daughters,
Your Excellence,

you might have
said so and spared us
the history lesson.

-What?
-(Prince Reggio chuckling)

I would not count myself
so deserving, my Lady Laena.

(chuckling)

I wish to offer you
a permanent residence
here in Pentos.

This manse I would
gift to you, outright,

along with its
farms and lands,

the vineyard and the wood.

The tenants would pay
their tributes annually

to their new Targaryen lord.

You would have your freedom
of the city and the harbor,

as befits your royal station.

Continue.

Reggio:
Lys and its allies rise again.

The Triarchy has
made common cause

with Qoren Martell of Dorne.

At any moment, they may
turn their sights north.

Your family has dragons.

Three now...
mayhaps four in the future.

My aim is to protect Pentos

from the lustful eye
of the Triarchy.

Aid Pentos in this,
as Aegon once did...

and my gratitude
will fill your cup
and overflow it.

Your Excellence,
we are travelers.

We've already extended
our visit here.

♪ ♪

Prince Daemon:
It's a most generous offer.

And one we will
certainly entertain.

(conversing in High Valyrian)

(light music playing)

-You are considering
Prince Reggio's offer.
-We have a good life here.

We're free to do
as we please,

welcomed and feted.

-And eternally guests.
-Precisely.

We are without responsibility.
The political scheming,

the endless shifting
of loyalties and succession

is none of ours.

-They are using us.
-It's refreshing, isn't it?

A simple transaction.

We have dragons,
they have gold.

We are more than this, Daemon.

We are not minstrels
or mummers

who play at the pleasure
of an alien prince.

We are the blood
of Old Valyria.

We don't belong here.

Valyria is gone.
We don't belong anywhere.

I want my child to be born

where I was born,
on Driftmark,

in my lord father's castle.

I want my daughters to be
raised in their homeland

with their family

according to
their birthright.

And at my end, I want to die
a dragonrider's death.

Not that of some
fat country lord.

(horses nickering)

(trainees grunting)

(grunting)

-(grunts)
-Soften your knees.

Feet light.

-(chuckles)
-Keep your feet light
and your hands heavy.

This is the stuff, Lyonel.

Lads that learn together,

train together...

knock each other down,
pick each other up.

They will certainly
form a lifelong bond,
wouldn't you agree?

That is the hope, Your Grace.

Don't stand too upright,
my Prince.

You'll get knocked down.

(grunting)

Aegon.

I've won my first bout,
Ser Criston.

My opponent sues for mercy.

Well, you'll have
a new opponent then,
My Lord of the Straw.

Let's see if you
can touch me.

You and your brother.

(Viserys sighs)

(grunting)

(yelling)

You're gonna have
to do better than that.

(grunting)

Ah.

Weapons up, boys.

Give your enemies
no quarter.

It seems the younger boys
could do better with a bit

of your attention...
Ser Criston.

You question my method
of instruction, ser?

Oh, I merely suggest
that method be applied
to all your pupils.

Very well.

Jacaerys... come here.

-(grunts)
-You spar with Aegon.

(chuckling)

Eldest son against eldest son.

-It's hardly a fair match.
-Criston Cole: I know you've
never seen true battle, ser,

but when steel is drawn,
a fair match isn't something
anyone should expect.

Blades up.

-Engage.
-(grunting)

(yells)

Ow. (grunts)

(chuckles)

(shouts)

(grunting)

-Foul play.
-Criston: I'll deal with him.

Plant your feet.
You have a height advantage.
Use it. Advance on him...

(continues quietly)

(shouts) You!

-(grunting)
-Close with him.

Press him backward!

Close with him!

Stay on the attack!
Use your feet!

-(yells)
-(grunts)

Don't let him get up.

(yelling)

Stay on the attack!

Harwin: Enough!

(Aegon yells)

-Aegon: (yells)
You dare put hands on me?
-Aegon!

You forget yourself, Strong.
That is the Prince.

This is what you teach, Cole?

Cruelty...

to the weaker opponent?

Criston:
Your interest in
the princeling's training

is quite unusual, Commander.

Most men would only
have that kind of devotion

toward a cousin...

or a brother...

or a son.

(grunting)

(yells)

Kingsguard: Get back!

(yells) Say it again!

Say it again!

(chuckles) Thought as much.

Rhaenyra:
Let him be bathed with a cloth,

and see to it the cook

gives you a good,
clear wine to drink.

Princess...

there's been an incident
in the yard.

(tense music playing)

Lyonel Strong:
It fills me with
unrelenting shame.

Harwin:
So that's what
this is about then?

-Your shame.
-Lyonel: (shouts)
Our shame, Harwin!

Shame on the whole
of House Strong.

Harwin:
Because I laid my hands
on that insufferable Cole,

-the son of a steward?
-Lyonel: He is a Knight
of the Kingsguard now,

-a defender of the crown.
-Harwin: He assailed
Prince Jacaerys,

-the future heir to the throne.
-(both shouting)

Lyonel:
You have laid us open
to accusations

of an uglier treachery.

And what treachery is that?

Don't play the fool
with me, boy.

Your intimacy with
the Princess Rhaenyra

is an offense that would
mean exile and death...

for you, for her,
for the children!

Harwin:
It is rumor only...

spun by the Princess's rivals.

People have eyes, boy.

Yet His Grace the King,
it seems, will not accept
what his eyes see.

This flimsy shield alone

stands between you
and the headsman.

The willful
blindness of a father
towards his child.

I wish my father affected
a similar blindness.

Lyonel:
Have I not these many years?

And yet today,
you publicly assaulted

a Knight of the Kingsguard
in the, in the defense
of your--

♪ ♪

Harwin:
You have your honor
and I have mine.

(door closes)

To ease the pain,
Princess.

(Laenor and Qarl singing)

-Thank you.
-You'll feel better
in a day or two,

when the milk dries up.

(singing grows louder)

-(singing stops)
-(laughing)

Laenor:
My dear wife. (chuckles)

Qarl Correy: Princess.

Oh... I fell down.

-Where have you been?
-Laenor: Out with Qarl.
Didn't I mention it?

Are you in very much pain?

The milk...

-swells the breasts--
-Would you mind, Ser Qarl?

I would like to speak
with my husband.

Of course, Princess.

-(Laenor sighs)
-(door closes)

War... is afoot again

in the Stepstones,
Rhaenyra.

The Triarchy
takes new life

from its alliance with Dorne.

They're waylaying
ships and cargo.

Qarl's been fighting there.
He showed me a--

(laughing)

He showed me
a sack of sapphires
big as walnuts

he took from
the pirate he slew.

Ahh... after all this time,

this is just what I need,

a little adventure.

A good, honest battle
to enliven my blood again.

He says there is
a Tyroshi general there,

a giant, they say,

who dyes his beard purple
and wears women's frocks.

(Laenor laughing)

A few months, maybe... Hm.

To be back at sea.

Are you mad?

Do you know
what's happened...

while you've been
guzzling all the ale
in Flea Bottom?

Gods know what besides?

Dark rumors are
hunting us, Laenor.

They nip at our heels.

Questions... about
our sons' parentage.

Vile, disgusting
insinuations.

Insinuations, are they?

They are our sons!

Yours and mine.

And their true father
will not abandon them now

to go carousing
through the Narrow Sea,

-waggling his sword
and winking at his sailors.
-I am a knight...

and a warrior.

And I have played
my part here, faithfully...

for 10 years.

-I am owed some--
-You are owed nothing!

For 10 years,
you have indulged
yourself at court,

bought the finest horses,

drunk the rarest of wines,

fucked the lustiest boys.

This was our agreement.
I have not begrudged you.

But...

you do not desert your post
when the storm lashes.

The wise sailor flees
the storm as it gathers.

Very well then.
I command you.

As your Princess
and the heir to the throne,

you are commanded to remain

in King's Landing
and at my side.

(child humming)

(door opens)

(humming continues)

It's been eight years,
sweetling.

-Half of them
never do, you know?
-What?

Hatch.

Will they let me stay?

Will who let you stay?

The Prince of Pentos.

I don't understand.

He wants you and father...

and Baela...

'cause you have dragons.

There is more than one way
to bind yourself to a dragon.

I was without one
until I was 15 years old

and now I ride Vhagar,
the largest in the world.

You have a harder road.

Baela's dragon was born to her.

But if you wish to be a rider,

you must claim that right.

Your father would
tell you the same.

Father ignores me.

(solemn music playing)

He's doing his best.

(animals howling)

♪ ♪

Laenor has written.

Rhaenyra has delivered
another son.

Does your brother
mention if this one

also bears a marked
but entirely coincidental

resemblance
to the Commander
of the City Watch?

-(chuckles)
-He seems to have
left that detail out.

Mm.

I miss my brother,
Daemon.

As I think do you.

I miss Westerosi
strongwine.

It could be depended
on for a few hours
of peaceful oblivion.

This amber shit
that they drink here.

Lady Laena:
Do you never long for home?

No.

-I don't believe you.
-Believe what you please.

You laud the virtues
of Pentos,

but you have
no interest in it.

If you did,
you would venture
into the city,

but instead,
you spend your time here,

in the library,
reading accounts

of the same dead dragonlords
whose legacy you claim

has no hold on you.

Didn't know I was being
so minutely observed.

-You do not sleep.
-Well, how can I with you
haunting my every move?

-Life has, I know,
disappointed you.
-(Daemon chuckles)

Perhaps, I too, am not
the wife you would've
wished for yourself.

Laena.

It does not pain me.

I have made my peace.

But you are more
than this, Daemon.

The man I married
was more than this.

♪ ♪

Lyonel:
It is Lord Blackwood's
contention, therefore,

that the Brackens moved
the boundary stones

in the dead of the night

and put their horses
to graze in his field.

Alicent:
Why was this issue not
brought before Lord Grover?

Has he grown so feeble
he cannot settle a quarrel
over rocks?

Jasper Wylde:
I've heard tale that
Lord Grover's son

now rules Riverrun
in all but name.

Well, he is also a Tully

and this remains
a Tully problem.

I would agree.

-If we may move on, my lords--
-Rhaenyra: And yet,

the Brackens
and the Blackwoods

will use any excuse
to spill each other's blood.

So... this dispute
bears looking into.

There will be countryfolk
who know where the lines have
been drawn for generations.

That is easy enough.

(softly) Of course.

Ser Tyland.

Tyland Lannister:
(clears throat)
Uh, we should address

the latest developments
in the Stepstones, my lords.

(sighs)
Will we ever be shut
of that blasted place?

If you ask me, I think
the Blackwoods have

-the upper hand.
-Alicent: No.

We've moved on
to the Stepstones,
Lord Beesbury.

(louder)
And the Triarchy's
new alliance with Dorne.

I was hoping our negotiations
with Sunspear might persuade
them to see reason.

(coughs)
To trust a Martell
is to be disappointed.

Jasper:
And where, I wonder,
is our Prince Daemon?

Or I suppose I should
call him King,
as he styled himself

when he won
a battle there...

-once.
-Alicent:
That was a decade ago

and he has since left
the region undefended.

Rhaenyra:
We have left
it undefended.

There should've been
fortifications built,

watchtowers,
a fleet of ships,

a garrison of soldiers
sent to hold our ground.

We cannot afford it.

Our coffers are great,
but not infinite.

We must consider
the cost to our subjects.

-I must agree.
-The cost of war is greater.

But we have been lax
and the old monster
now lifts its head.

Let us be finished.

(sighs) Yes.

Wait.

I wish to speak.

Be seated.

I have felt the...

strife...

between our families
of late, my Queen.

And for any offense given
by mine, I apologize.

But we are one house.

And long before that,

we were friends.

My son Jacaerys will inherit
the Iron Throne after me.

I propose we betroth him
to your daughter, Helaena.

Ally ourselves...

once and for all.

Let them rule together.

A most judicious proposition.

Additionally,
if Syrax brings forth
another clutch of eggs,

your son Aemond will have
his choice of them, uh...

a symbol of our goodwill.

Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra:
Oh, Seven Hells, um.

My dear...

a dragon's egg
is a handsome gift.

The King and I
thank you for your offer

and we will consider it duly.

You must rest now,
husband.

Yes.

Alicent:
How sweetly the fox speaks

when it's been
cornered by the hounds.

-She is sincere.
-She is desperate.

She feels the earth
washing away beneath her feet

and now she expects us
to ignore her transgressions

and for me to marry
my only daughter

to one of her...

plain-featured sons.

The proposal is
a good one, my Queen.

We're a family.

Let us put aside
these childish quarrels.

Join hands
and be stronger for it.

You may do
as you wish, husband...

when I am cold
in my grave.

Alicent.

Alicent!

(coughs)

(exhales)

(groans)

I do not need the blanket--

Criston:
The Hand, Your Grace.

-The King is resting.
-I will see him.

Lean forward.

(fluffing pillow)

(exhales)

I'm being endlessly
fussed over, Lyonel.

It's a wonder I can
visit the privy alone.

Your Grace.

What might this errand
be about, Lord Lyonel?

Your Grace, I feel...

I have come
to resign my position
as Hand of the King.

The episode in the yard
this morning.

My son Harwin
has disgraced himself

and every fishwife
in King's Landing will
soon be telling the tale.

Young Harwin's outburst
was unfortunate,

it's true.

But he's been expelled
from the City Watch.

That seems
punishment enough.

Forgive me,
Your Grace, it is not.

You have served me
faithfully for many years,

10 as Hand.

Your advice has been sage,

unmarked by self-interest...

which stands in contrast
to all others.

Lyonel:
You speak kind words...

but there is a shadow
over my house

and it grows... ever darker.

I can no longer serve you
with integrity.

What is this shadow?

Name it, if it casts
such a gloom.

Yes... we must have
your reasoning
in plain language.

I cannot.

Then I cannot accept this.

-My dear husband--
-Viserys: I said no!

-If you insist, my King.
-I do.

You will continue
in your service
to the crown.

(deep breath)

I would then ask leave
to take my son from court

and escort him back
to the family seat
at Harrenhal.

He is my heir

and will be lord
of Harren's castle
one day.

It is time he assumed
his duties there.

Do it.

Aren't you gonna help me?

(distant chatter)

(deep breath)

(door opens, closes)

Larys Strong:
I took the liberty of beginning

without you, Your Grace.

It seemed a sin to let
such a pie grow cold.

You did wisely, Lord Larys.

Though you had no such worry
about the wine, surely.

-Meat without wine
is also a sin.
-Mm.

It's been my duty to tell you
of happenings about the castle,

but tonight you know,
and I do not.

The King had an audience
with my father.

He attempted
to resign his post.

I thought as much.

His honor's always
been a millstone

about his esteemed neck.

Interesting you said
"attempted"?

My lord husband
refused to accept.

Then he fell short of confessing
my brother's... transgressions.

With his eruption in the yard,
your brother

all but confessed
the truth himself.

Truth has many flavors,
Your Grace.

Do you expect the King to doom
his dear daughter to exile,

-or even--
-(door opens)

Talya, not now.

(door closes)

It's a willful blindness,
the King.

I mean, you'd surely
suffer the same affliction,

-if it came to it.
-I would not.

Lord Lyonel is to escort
Ser Harwin back to Harrenhal

to watch over his seat
whilst he continues
to serve as Hand.

But the Hand is compromised
by the acts of his son.

My father...
cannot give unbiased
counsel to the King.

It is now that
I most rue the absence
of my own father.

He wouldn't hesitate
to speak the truth to the King.

If Otto Hightower
were still Hand--

You cannot say, my Queen,
that your father would be

impartial in this matter.

No, but he would
be partial to me!

(exhales)

(Alicent breathes deeply)

In all of King's Landing, is
there no one to take my side?

(prisoners wailing)

♪ ♪

Larys:
What a collection of heroes
I have before me.

A murderer...

a deviant...

a traitor to the crown.

For your crimes,
you've been sentenced
to death by hanging.

What do you want with us?

I am prepared
to offer you mercy...

if you're prepared
to pay a little price.

(breathing heavily)

(tense music playing)

(panicked groans)

(yells, screams)

(wailing)

-(Laena screaming)
-Surgeon: Push, my Lady.

Handmaiden:
Push! Push!

-(screaming)
-Push!

-Surgeon: You must push!
-Handmaiden: Push!

-Surgeon: It needs to come now!
-(screaming)

Handmaiden: Push!

All: Push!

Surgeon:
You must push now, my Lady!

-(screaming)
-Handmaiden: Push!

(crying)

♪ ♪

I've reached
the limit of my art.

The child will not come.

Ah, my brave girl.

-(crying)
-(breathing heavily)

Surgeon:
I am very sorry, my Prince.

We could lay open the womb...

try to remove the infant

by way of the blade.

But I cannot say
for a surety whether it lives.

Would the mother survive it?

-No.
-(grunting)

♪ ♪

(breathing heavily)

(wincing)

(speaks High Valyrian)
Vhagar, dracarys.

Agh!

(shouts) Dracarys!

Dracarys!

(cries) Dracarys.

Dracarys!

(Laena grunts)

Dracarys.

(Vhagar wailing)

(solemn music playing)

♪ ♪

Laena!

♪ ♪

Harwin:
Be good to your mother, lads.

I'll visit when I can.

But that may be some time.

Jace.

I will return...

I promise.

I will be a stranger
when we meet again.

(solemn music playing)

Princess.

♪ ♪

(door opens)

We will exchange letters
by raven.

-Won't that be fun?
-Is Harwin Strong my father?

Am I a bastard?

You are a Targaryen.

That's all that matters.

(grunting)

(swords clanging)

A word?

I take it he's gone.

We're finished here.
We're leaving.

What of your offer?
Jace and Helaena?

I have been undermined...

and made a spectacle.
They whisper about me
in the corridors.

Well, I leave them to it.

To Dragonstone then?

We should've left years ago.

What of your position?

You've always said
if you were absent
from court,

she would pour her honey
in your father's ear.

The wise sailor flees
the storm as it gathers.

-(chuckles)
-Laenor...

bring him.

We'll need every sword
we can muster.

(horse neighs)

(apprehensive music playing)

♪ ♪

(coughing)

-(banging on door)
-(Harwin yelling)

(shouts) Fire! I will burn!

Harwin!
Ah! Harwin!

(banging)

(yelling)

(both yelling)

♪ ♪

Larys:
What are children,
but a weakness?

A folly?

A futility?

Through them,
you imagine you cheat

the great darkness
of its victory.

(rat squeaking)

You will persist forever,
in some form or another.

As if they will keep
you from the dust.

(indistinct yelling)

But for them...

you surrender
what you should not.

You may know what is
the right thing to be done,

but... love stays the hand.

♪ ♪

(sniffles)

Love...

is a downfall.

Best to make your way
through life unencumbered...

if you ask me.

They're dead.

You've heard the stories
of Harrenhal, Your Grace.

It was built in hubris
by Harren the Black

as a monument
to his own greatness.

Blood mixed into the mortar.

It is said to be
a cursed place.

That it passes judgment
on all who pass beneath
its gates.

Alicent:
You--

You passed judgment.

The Queen makes a wish.

What servant of the realm
would not strive to fulfill it?

I assume you will write
to your father now?

Larys...

I did not wish for this.

I feel certain
you will reward me...

when the time is right.

♪ ♪

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