Quotes from House Of The Dragon

To elude a storm, you can either sail into it, or around it. But you must never await its coming.

History does not remember blood. It remembers names.

Gods. Kings. Fire. And blood. Dreams didn't make us kings. Dragons did.

Harwin Strong: "You're asleep in front of the Commander of the City Watch. Terrible lack of respect."
Rhaenyra: "A certain insolence runs in the family, I'm afraid."

Viserys: "I do hope the labor was easy."
Rhaenyra: "I think I called the midwife a c-nt."

This is why men wage war. Because women would never be ready for the battle in time.

Is it not better to live in peace than to have songs sung after you are dead?

We perform our duty to our fathers and to the realm. And when it's done each of us dines as we see fit.

When one is never invited to speak one learns instead to... observe.

The truth does not matter, Rhaenyra. Only perception.

How romantic it must be to get imprisoned in a castle and made to squeeze out heirs.

Rhaenyra: "I endured it for as long as I could."
Alicent: "To have every young knight and lord in the Seven Kingdoms fawning over you? What misery."

Otto: "What do you make of Lord Jason's proposal?"
Viserys: "That man's pride has pride."

I did not decide to name Rhaenyra my heir on a whim. All the lord of the kingdom would do well to remember that.

Viserys: "Jason Lannister is an excellent match."
Rhaenyra: "He's arrogant and self-serious."
Viserys: "I thought you might have that in common."

Lady Redwyne: "Though your father refuses to admit it, we've been dragged into it by your uncle and the Sea Snake."
Rhaenyra: "And how have you served the realm of late, Lady Redwyne, by eating cake?"

Your mother's absence is a wound that will never heal. Without her, the Red Keep has lost a warmth that I dare say it will never recover.

Mysaria: "I ensured long ago that I would never be threatened by childbirth."
Daemon: "Good. Children can be such irritating creatures."

There are times when I would rather face the Black Dread himself than mine own daughter of 15.

A truly great Targaryen King I am. Powerless over mine own daughter of seven-and-ten.

You sit upon the highest seat in the realm, Your Grace. Proud men don't like having to look up.

I'll caution you, Lord Corlys, a seat at the King's table does not make you his equal.

I will speak of my brother as I wish. You will not.

It was never my brother's strongest trait. Being King.

A loyal hand must tell his King a discomforting truth from time to time, Your Grace. If he doesn't he's failed as a servant.

Rhaenyra: "My father seems content to sell me off to whichever lord has the biggest castle."
Daemon: "There are worse things to be sold for."

I didn't come into your service wanting gold. Or power. Or station. I came to you to be liberated.

These knights are as green as summer grass. None have known real war. Their lords sent them to the tourney field with fists full of steel and balls full of seed and we expect them to act with honor and grace.

You do understand nothing will cause the babe to grow a c-ck if it does not already possess one?

Rhaenyra: "I'd rather serve as a knight and ride to battle and glory."
Rhaenys: "We have royal wombs, you and I. The childbed is our battlefield."

Rhaenys: "A woman would not inherit the Iron Throne. Because that is the order of things."
Rhaenyra: "When I am queen, I will create a new order."

If we don't mind our own histories, it will do the same to us.

Men would sooner put the realm to the torch than see a woman ascend the Iron Throne.

The only thing that could tear down the House of the Dragon was itself.

Everyone say Targaryens are closer to gods than to men, but they say that because of our dragons. Without them, we're just like everyone else.

I, Viserys Targaryen, first of his name, King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and protector of the Realm, do hereby name Rhaenyra Targaryen, Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne.

Viserys: "You will address me as 'Your Grace', or I will have my Kingsguard cut out your tongue. 'The Heir for a Day' - did you say it?"
Daemon: "We must all mourn in our own way, Your Grace."

A dragon's saddle is one thing, but the Iron Throne is the most dangerous seat in the realm.

Just as Daenys foresaw the end of Valyria, Aegon foresaw the end of the world of men. 'Tis to begin with a terrible winter gusting out of the distant north. Aegon saw absolute darkness riding on those winds. And whatever dwells within will destroy the world of the living. When this Great Winter comes, Rhaenyra, all of Westeros must stand against it. Aegon called his dream "The Song of Ice and Fire".

As the first century of the Targaryen dynasty came to a close, the health of the Old King, Jaehaerys, was failing. In those days, House Targaryen stood at the height of its strength, with ten adult dragons under its yoke. No power in the world could stand against it.

If order and stability so concerns this council, then perhaps we shouldn't break 100 years of it by naming a girl heir.

Alicent: "Syrax is growing quickly. She'll soon be as large as Caraxes."
Rhaenyra: "That's almost large enough to saddle two."
Alicent: "I believe I'm quite content as a spectator, thank you."

After this miserable pregnancy, I wouldn't be surprised if I hatched an actual dragon.

The idea that we control the dragons is an illusion. They're a power man should never have trifled with.

The dream... it was clearer than a memory. And I heard the sound of thundering hooves, splintering shields and ringing swords. And I placed my heir upon the Iron Throne, and all the dragons roared as one.

Otto Hightower: "I consider the matter urgent, that of your succession."
Lyonel Strong: "Who else would have a claim?"
Otto Hightower: "The first born child."
Lyonel Strong: "Rhaenyra? No queen has ever sat the Iron Throne!"

I will not be made to choose between my brother and my daughter.

Your family has dragons. They're a power man should never have trifled with.

Do you think the realm will ever accept me as their queen?

What is this brief, mortal life... if not the pursuit of legacy?