Let me give you a cask. A... A gift.

You're a Targaryen - the last Targaryen.

Just a taste.

It would be a crime to drink a wine this rich

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

[Speaks Dothraki] *...che khaleesi* ...a Queen.

[Speaks Dothraki] *Lekhi ha khaleesisaan?* A taste for the Khaleesi?

but he was the rightful heir to the Seven Kingdoms.

[Speaks Dothraki] *Ador finaan khal nevasoe...che khaleesi.* A chair for a King to sit upon,

My brother was a fool, I know,

- Is something wrong? - I have a thirst.

Forgive me, Khaleesi, but your ancestor Aegon the Conqueror

[Speaks Dothraki] *Khal vos zigereo adoroon anevasoe maan.* A khal does not need a chair to sit upon.

[Speaks Dothraki] * Me zigeree sajosoon disse.* He only needs a steed.

[Speaks Dothraki] *maan anha valloshak azh akka.* I will also pledge a gift.

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

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