A scene from “Unfinished Business”

Criston: Let us leave it all behind and see the world together, where we'll be nameless and free. Free to go where we like, to love as we like. In Essos, you could marry me. A marriage for love, not for the crown.

Rhaenyra: I am the crown, Ser Criston. Or I will be. I may chafe at my duties, but do you think I would choose infamy in exchange for a bushel of oranges or a ship to Asshai? It is my duty to marry a nobleman from a great house and Ser Laenor will make a fine husband. But my, uh, my marriage does not have to be the end. Ser Criston, Laenor and I have an understanding. I've granted him leave to pursue his own interests. And in turn, he's granted me the same.

Criston: So you want me to be your whοre?

Rhaenyra: I want us to continue as we began, with you as my sworn protector, my white knight.

Criston: I took an oath. As a, as a knight of, of your Kingsguard. An oath of chastity. I've broken it.

Rhaenyra: I won't tell anyone...

Criston: I've, I've soiled my, my, my white cloak. And it is the only thing I have to my fսcking name! I, I thought if we were married, I might be able to restore it.

Rhaenyra: The Iron Throne looms larger than me, larger than anyone in my family.