A scene from “Unfinished Business”

Ser Alfred Broome: An enemy host, growing in constitution, marches somewhere, in the vastness of the Crownlands. We could, perhaps, act if we had a host of our own. Or someone here to lead us.

Jace: Mind your tongue, Ser Alfred.

Ser Alfred Broome: Does it speak falsely, my prince? This council is rudderless.

Rhaenys: I'm doing my best to steer it, Ser Alfred.

Ser Alfred Broome: Why should your voice be any louder than ours, Princess? The Queen did not name you Hand. It is her voice, and that of the King Consort, that we need to raise alliances and command our vassals. But they are gone.

Corlys: What has come of this council?

Ser Alfred Broome: My lord...

Corlys: Our enemy is on the march. Is there naught to be done in the absence of the queen, but to grouse and claw for power? We do not know the queen's doings. But we must trust that she seeks the same as each of us at this table. An end to this conflict.