A scene from “Unfinished Business”

Rhaenyra: Seasmoke chose him. He surely has Targaryen blood in him somewhere. The dragon must sense it. There will be others. We will find riders for Vermithor and Silverwing.

Mysaria: You trust this man?

Rhaenyra: What choice do I have? He has a dragon. Without him, I have only Syrax who may give Aemond a second thought. The question is where to look. Targaryen blood was perhaps too thin in Ser Steffon Darklyn. If I can find others with a more direct line of breeding.

Mysaria: Forgive me, Your Grace, but you are better served looking under the sheets and in the woodpiles. I once worked in a pleasure house where generations of Targaryen princelings had their revels. There are four score of their bastard progeny at least, that are known to me. There are sure to be more. Perhaps some here, on Dragonstone, the misbegotten offspring of your house.

Rhaenyra: You speak of the lowborn.

Mysaria: They are as like to serve you as highborn lords or ladies, perhaps more.

Rhaenyra: But in the highborn houses there is an ancient fealty. There is honor.

Mysaria: Your royal half-brothers, Aegon and Aemond, whose blood is pure, who wage war against you for your throne, are they bound by honor? A common shipwright vows to serve you while your brothers seek to destroy you. The order of things has changed, Your Grace. Why not embrace it?

Rhaenyra: For twenty years, the lords of this realm levied insults at my sons, behind my back. [pause] Well then. Let us raise an army of bastards.