HBO'S HOUSE OF THE DRAGON. sentence starters taken from the hbo's adaptation of fire and blood from george r.r. martin. change titles, names and pronouns as you see fit.
The gods have yet to make a man who lacks the patience for absolute power.
You cannot live your life in fear, or you will forsake the best parts of it.
Many that are tested only wish to have been spared it.
Meat without wine is also a sin.
Do not allow your temper to guide your judgement.
Reluctance to murder is not a weakness.
Dreams didn’t make us kings. Dragons did.
We have always been meant to burn together.
The gods give just as the gods take away.
The road ahead is uncertain, but the end is clear.
I’m Queen Rhaenyra now. And you all are traitors to the realm.
The gods have yet to make a man who lacks the patience for absolute power.
You cannot live your life in fear, or you will forsake the best parts of it.
Many that are tested only wish to have been spared it.
Meat without wine is also a sin.
Do not allow your temper to guide your judgement.
Reluctance to murder is not a weakness.
Dreams didn’t make us kings. Dragons did.
We have always been meant to burn together.
The gods give just as the gods take away.
The road ahead is uncertain, but the end is clear.
I’m Queen Rhaenyra now. And you all are traitors to the realm.
What is this brief, mortal life, if not the pursuit of legacy?
The Iron Throne looms larger than me, larger than anyone in my family.
Exhausting, wasn’t it? Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness. But now they see you as you are.
A marriage is a duty, yes. But that doesn’t stop us from doing what we want. From f***ing who we want.
When I’m Queen, I will create a new order.
I will speak of my brother as I wish. You will not.
Everyone says Targaryens are closer to gods than to men, but they say that because of our dragons. Without them, we’re just like everyone else.
You desire not to be free, but to make a window in the wall of your prison. Have you never imagined yourself on the Iron Throne?
When dragons flew to war… everything burned. I do not wish to rule over a kingdom of ash and bone.
Tongues will not change the succession. Let them wag.
There are times when I would rather face the Black Dread himself than mine own daughter.
Take care not to startle Syrax, my lords. She’s rather protective of me.
If the King isn’t feared, he is powerless. If you are to be a strong queen, you must cultivate love and respect, yes, but your subjects must fear you.
History does not remember blood. It remembers names.
Where is duty? Where is sacrifice? It’s trampled under your pretty foot again.
When one is never invited to speak, one learns instead to observe.
I would rather feed my sons to the dragons than have them carry shields and cups for your drunken, usurper c**t of a king.
I’m next in line to the throne. Should they come looking for me, I intend to be found.
No king has ever lived that hasn’t had to forfeit the lives of a few to protect the many.
No matter how fat the leech grows, it always wants for another meal.
We have royal wombs, you and I. The childbed is our battlefield. We must learn to face it with a stiff lip.
We play an ugly game. And now, for the first time, I see that you have the determination to win it.
Who gives a f*** what some lord thinks? You are the dragon. Your word is truth and law.
You are the King, and so, your first duty is to the realm. Mother would’ve understood this. Just as I do.
You sit upon the highest seat in the realm, Your Grace. Proud men don’t like having to look up.
By naming me heir, you divided the realm.
I thought I wanted it. But the burden is a heavy one. It’s too heavy. If you wish me to bear it, then defend me.
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.
A seat at the King’s table does not make you his equal.
Fire is such strange power. Everything that House Targaryen possesses is owed to it. Yet it has cost us both what we loved.
How sweetly the fox speaks when it’s been cornered by the hounds.
The blood of the dragon runs thick.
The crown cannot stand strong if the House of the Dragon remains divided.
The idea that we control the dragons is an illusion. They’re a power man should never have trifled with. One that brought Valyria its doom.
The truth does not matter. Only perception.
We are the blood of Old Valyria. We don’t belong here.
Valyria is gone. We don’t belong anywhere.
We are the realm’s second sons, Daemon. Our worth is not given. It must be made.
We do not rule but we may guide the men that do.
We don’t choose our destiny. It chooses us.
A dragon’s saddle is one thing, but the Iron Throne is the most dangerous seat in the realm.
Born wearing a crown? Gods spare me, birth is unpleasant enough as it is.
Daemon only ever does what is best for Daemon.
Perhaps the Velaryons knew the truth of it. The sea is the better ally.
For men marriage might be a political arrangement. For women it is like to be a death sentence.
Has anybody ever told you’re nearly as pretty as your brother?
I did not decide to name Rhaenyra my heir on a whim. All the lords of the kingdom would do well to remember that.
I imagine even dragons get lonely.
A king or queen, strong enough to unite the realm against the cold and the dark.
If we are to serve the Seven Kingdoms, we must answer to their gods.
It’s no easy thing for a man to be a dragonslayer. But dragons can kill dragons. And have.
Many in my line have been dragon riders. Very few among us have been dreamers. What is the power of a dragon, next to the power of prophecy?
My mother was made to produce heirs until it killed her. I won’t subject myself to the same fate.
My oath reaches beyond our personal ambitions.
Swear anew your oath to Rhaenyra as your queen, to Prince Jacaerys as the heir to the Iron Throne. Or, if you support the usurper, speak it now, and you will have a clean and honorable death.
But if you choose treachery, if you swear fealty now only to later turn your cloaks, know that you will die… screaming.
