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All Β sentences Β are Β taken Β from Β HBO's Β House Β of Β the Β Dragon Β season Β two Β five episode, regent. Β Change Β names, Β pronouns, Β locations Β as Β you Β see Β fit. Β Caution Β for Β foul Β language, implied deathΒ and Β everything Β that Β is Β associated Β with Β A Β Song Β of Β Ice Β and Β Fire.
Do you take issue with me, Sir Alfred?
My loyalty to you is proven, my queen.
Your loyalty, perhaps, but your willingness to give me deference in a time of war.
I could never doubt your capability, or your quickness of mind. It is merely that the gentler sex, heretofore, has not been much privy to the strategies of battle, or their execution.
There has been peace in our lifetime. You've seen no more battles than I have.
Are we not beggars already? Have you been paid for those machines you were forced to build?
The king has promised payment.
The king has lied! By all means, stay and wait for his empty promises, husband. With them, you can feed the mouths of ghosts.
What would you call the husband of the Queen?
That last bit seems unnecessary, don't you think?
There are things the crown itself must not be seen to do. Show them your worst.
Behold, the traitor dragon Meleys, slain by King Aegon!
We cannot challenge King's Landing without the Riverlands.
Our terms are simple: bend the knee to me, or your house burns.
Daemon, you were made to wear a crown.
The king does not lack for heirs.
We have given the war to the dragons. Will you preside over it?
The people whisper that when Viserys lived there was peace.
The path I walk has never been trod.
There is more than one way to fight a war.
What we must do now is terrible.
Your brave king Aegon has slain the fiery beast!
What would you have me do?
Daemon, you were always the strong one. The finest swordsman. The fiercest dragonrider. Your brother had great love in his heart, but he lacked your constitution.Β
Viserys was unsuited for the crown. But Daemon, you were made to wear it.
I am blood and fire. Driftmark must pass to salt and sea.
I thought the dragons were gods.
Strange victory. If it was one.
Someone will have to rule in his stead.
And Aemond? What was his part in this?
The dragonriders should lead us.
I did not ask to be spared. And I did not give you leave to speak my name.
I did not think they would be so eager to die.
You should pray you never meet him. He will cut you down as soon as wish you good day.
When I take Kingβs Landing Rhaenyraβs welcome to join me there and take her place by my side. King and Queen. Ruling together.
Itβs a pity donβt you think that you never knew your mother.
These beasts proudly carried the banner of House Targaryen.
Has she not asked enough from my House?
You are the queen, the tie that binds us, no harm can come to you.
Your dragon is young. Will you fly before Vhagar as Luke did?
We have no dearth of dragons. We have two large enough to stand against Vhagar. They are called have Vermithor and Silverwing and they sleep beneath our feet
They speak around me, not to me.
I have hunting hounds that are more fearsome.
For thatβ¦my mother will want more than your crossing.
What does Her Grace desire?
We still have no ground army but the one we hope that Daemon will raise. He who has left us... after some marital spat.
If we can strike King's Landing before their dragon is recovered...
To Harrenhal. To treat with Daemon.
And you think you will tame him... when the queen herself could not?
My mother gladly sends you away to scout, to fight, whilst I'm here being forced to play the coddled princeling.
Then I must be seen to act for her claim and mine.
Cregan Stark's graybeards are marching south. If his men had a direct route into the Riverlands, we would not have to wait for Daemon to act.
The hour is late and my dragon is hungry.
The Brackens were a people hatched out of the deepest of the Seven Hells, Your Grace.
You take my meaning, then.
I do not recall you specifying the size of the beast in your request.
My sympathies for the death of your grandmother.
Do they hold you responsible for Rhaenys and her dragon?
If I must be supplicant to my own husband, what does that make me?
Parading a dragon's head through the streets like a prize of war, but the people see an ill omen.
All men may be led, Ser Simon.
The armor was Valyrian steel, but His Grace suffered grievous burns over much of his body.
A king cannot rule in his sleep.
Our hesitance does not lie in Rhaenyra as Queen, nor in the ruminations of Lord Tully, the oaf. Our fear lies in Vhagar.
You fear a dragon leagues away when mine own sits outside your walls?
He will do as his queen commands.
You were born to wield a sword, but not so much an axe, perhaps.
Does splitting firewood justify what's followed you here?
Let it not be said that Daemon Targaryen failed to dirty his hands in this war.
Well, once they agree to serve me, I'll treat them fairly.
Surely you haven't mistaken me for an upright man.
The Blackwoods have overwhelmed the Brackens, and, uh, Lord Amos has pledged his banner to you.
You were correct... in saying our best hope of an army is with Daemon.
Tell him I would much like to finish our last conversation.
Who nearly lost her life in her last attempt. I would not risk it again.