Rhaenyra Targaryen: I know this union is not what you would choose.
Laenor Velaryon: I hold nothing against you, cousin.
Rhaenyra Targaryen: No, I... rather... Dare I say it is a matter of taste? I prefer roast duck to goose. I cannot say why.
Laenor Velaryon: It's, it's not for a lack of trying. There are those who like goose very well.
Rhaenyra Targaryen: I find it a bit greasy for my taste. I know that whatever agreement being struck up there will not change your appetites, nor will it change mine.
Laenor Velaryon: And what do you propose?
Rhaenyra Targaryen: 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.