nectar of the gods.

Taste it, my lord.

My lady, you are from Westeros.

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.

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.

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

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