King Robert still wants me dead.

Open it.

[Shouting and cheering]

[Roaring and cheering]

And because he had dragons.

Taste it, my lord.

[Speaks Dothraki] *Me vos ador. Me...me...* it's not a chair. It's a...

And what of my wrath, Lord Stark?

I believe what my eyes and ears report.

Khaleesi of the Riding Men and Princess of the Seven Kingdoms.

It would be a crime to drink a wine this rich

- without at least giving it time to breathe. - Do as he says.

The wine is for the khaleesi. It's not for the likes of you.

Besides, it is a poor wine merchant who would drink up his own wares.

[Speaks Dothraki] *majin adothrak hrazef ido yomme Havazzhifi Kazga...* ...and ride wooden horses across the black salt water...

[Speaks Dothraki] *Fin allayafa shafka drogikhoon anni, me shafki.* Choose any horse you wish, it is yours.

[Speaks Dothraki] *Kisha vastoki vos alikh hrazefi ido m'adori shiqethi.* Let's speak no more of wooden horses and iron chairs.

[Speaks Dothraki] *At lekhi ma shafka ahakee yal hakesoon anni.* One taste and you'll name your first child after me.

[Speaks Dothraki] *Ma rizhaan anni, vezh fin asaja rhaesheseres,* And to my son, the stallion who will mount the world,