A scene from “Unfinished Business”

Ormund: I have had word since we last spoke of a most distressing incident. My whisperers tell me that Daemon Targaryen struck you. In the street. In front of all the commoners passing by. An intolerable insult to someone of your stature. But then, it's almost to be expected from those people.

Ulf: She did tell me not to go into town. To be fair.

Ormund: Ludicrous. A man needs his sustenance and cheer. But it is obvious Rhaenyra and her ilk regard you only as a tool. To be used and reprimanded. Whereas I understand who you really are.

Ulf: You said last time that you could give me a lordship. And a castle. Honeyholt.

Ormund: Honeyholt? Honeyholt is a trifle. It seems that Driftmark itself may soon be without a master. Lord of the Tides. What do you think of that? They will laugh at you no more when they see you as you are.

Ulf: No. They will burn.