Alicent Hightower: To have every young knight and lord in the Seven Kingdoms fawning over you... What misery. It is rare for girls in this realm to get a choice between two suitors, no less two score of them.
Rhaenyra Targaryen: Those men and boys don't fawn over me. They only want my name and my Valyrian blood for their offspring.
Alicent Hightower: I think it's rather romantic.
Rhaenyra Targaryen: How romantic it must be to get imprisoned in a castle and made to squeeze out heirs. Sorry.
Rhaenys Targaryen: Whether it's to my daughter or to someone else's, your father will remarry sooner than late. His new wife will produce new heirs, and chances are better than not that one of those will be male. And when that boy comes of age and your father has passed, the men of the realm will expect him to be heir, not you. Because that is the order of things.
Rhaenyra Targaryen: When I'm Queen, I will create a new order.
Rhaenyra Targaryen: 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.
Viserys Targaryen: 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. If we don't mind our own histories, it will do the same to us. Targaryen must understand this to be King... or Queen.
Aemma Targaryen: You will lie in this bed soon enough, Rhaenyra. This discomfort is how we serve the realm.
Rhaenyra Targaryen: I'd rather serve as a knight and ride to battle and glory.
Aemma Targaryen: We have royal wombs, you and I. The child bed is our battlefield. We must learn to face it with a stiff lip.