Open it.

I believe what my eyes and ears report.

You know, there are many in your homeland that pray for your return, Princess.

Your son will have Targaryen blood

I hope to repay your kindness someday.

Forgive me, Khaleesi, but your ancestor Aegon the Conqueror

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

[Speaks English] My son already has his name, but I'll try your summerwine.

Tell me that that is not the finest wine that has ever touched your tongue.

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

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