Rhaenys: It bothers you, right?
Rhaenyre: My father is the King. He must remarry and strengthen the bloodline.
Rhaenys: I asked if you mind.
Rhaenyra: Laena is your daughter.
Rhaenys: Does that bother you?
Rhaenyra: Clear. But I understand the order of things. I doubt this is your case. If your intention was to arouse my anger, know that you have failed, princess.
Rhaenys: On the contrary. Let it be my daughter or someone else, your father will have a new wife. .. will generate new heirs... And one of them will inevitably be a boy. When he comes of age, you will be considered the heir to the throne, not you. Because that's the order of things.
Rhaenyra: Once queen, I will disturb you.
Rhaenys: I wish it were possible. But the kingdom could have appointed a queen to the Great Council of Harrenhal. He rejected the idea.
Rhaenyra: They rejected you, Princess Rhaenys "The Queen Who Wasn't" Not the idea of a female queen, in fact those same men bowed to me.
Rhaenys: And do you remember them bringing them the wine? Here's the hard truth that no one dared to tell you. Men would give fire and blood to the kingdom instead of seeing a woman rule. Your father is not naive. The Select Council urges me to remarry.
Rhaenyra: The kingdom asks for a new queen. A kind and generous queen will reassure her subjects.
"It is with pleasure that I, Daemon Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone and rightful heir from the Iron Throne, I inform you that I am about to have a second wife, as in the days of ancient Valyria. Will take the title from Lady Mysaria of Dragonstone. Your Grace is pregnant. Also, a dragon egg will be placed in the crib, as tradition dictates from House Targaryen."
Grand Maister
