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.