Rhaenyra Targaryen: You know my oath reaches beyond our personal ambitions. A Song of Ice and Fire.
Daemon Targaryen: What?
Rhaenyra Targaryen: The coming war against the darkness in the North, The Conqueror's Dream. Viserys shared it with me when he named me heir.
Daemon Targaryen: My brother... was a slave to his omens and portents. Anything to make his feckless reign appear to have purpose. Dreams didn't make us kings. Dragons did.
Rhaenyra Targaryen: He never told you... Did he?
Rhaenyra Targaryen: I wasn't ready to be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. But... it was my duty. And, in time, I came to understand I had to earn my inheritance.
Lucerys Velaryon: I'm not like you.
Rhaenyra Targaryen: In what way, sweet boy?
Lucerys Velaryon: I'm not so... perfect.
Rhaenyra Targaryen: I am anything but. My father looked after me and helped to prepare me for my duties. Your mother will do the same for you.
Rhaenyra Targaryen: "The Song of Ice and Fire." Do you believe it to be true?
Viserys Targaryen: Aegon's Dream.
Rhaenyra Targaryen: You told me it was our duty to hold the realm united against a common foe. By naming me heir, you divided the realm. I thought I wanted it. But the burden is a heavy one. It's too heavy.
Rhaenyra Targaryen: Dark rumors are hunting us, Laenor. They nip at our heels. Questions about our sons' parentage. Vile, disgusting insinuations.
Laenor Velaryon: Insinuations, are they?
Rhaenyra Targaryen: 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.
Criston Cole: 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.
Rhaenyra Targaryen: I am the crown, Ser Criston. Or I will be. I may chafe at my duties, but do you think I would choose infamy in exchange for a bushel of oranges or a ship to Asshai?
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.