My lady, you are from Westeros.

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

Taste it, my lord.

He will not have my son.

And what of my wrath, Lord Stark?

My brother was a fool, I know,

I believe what my eyes and ears report.

[Speaks Dothraki] *Zhey jalan atthirari anni.* Moon of my life.

[Speaks Dothraki] *Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres vo zigereo adoroon shiqethi.* The stallion who mounts the world has no need for iron chairs.

I thought he'd leave me alone now that my brother is gone.

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

You will drink.

You honour me, ser.

If you ride to darkest Asshai, his assassins will follow you.

[Speaks Dothraki] *M'anhoon vekha virzethi gizkhvena Dornoon, zhey erinak.* I have a sweet red from Dorne, my lady.

Can you smell the fruit, ser?

He will never leave you alone.

Go as far away as you can,

Can't you help me make him understand?

He will not have you either, Khaleesi.