[The shot opens on the city of King's Landing. Many people are hung from the walls or with heads on spikes, and dragons fight in the Dragonpit or fly around the immediate sky. Smallfolk and nobles hurry to their lodgings. The banners of red-and-black dragon adorn every spare place.]

[The shot cuts to the interior of the small council room. Illyrio and Varys rise as the doors open. Viserys enters, muscled and in red and black garb and takes his seat at one end.]

ILLYRIO & VARYS: Your Grace.

[Viserys is intent and grinning.]

VISERYS: My councillors! I will need more yet, to bend the Seven Kingdoms to my will.

ILLYRIO: I thank you, Your Grace, for making me master of coin.

[Viserys nods and smiles]

VISERYS: It will only suit. Soon, we will take the gold out of Casterly Rock…

[Illyrio is noticeably affected. Viserys turns to Varys]

VISERYS: And I will keep you as my master of whispers, so long as you do not betray me.

[Varys giggles]

VARYS: Your Grace is most kind to let this feeble spider light your way.

[Viserys slams the table with his hand, making Illyrio and Varys jump.]

VISERYS: So! Tell me. Where are the people who rally to my cause? What say the lords who have not arrived, after the ravens were sent?

[Varys clears his throat]

VARYS: Your Grace, many and more are afraid to travel due to the dragons -

[Viserys snorts]

VISERYS: An excuse. My dragons burn on my command. Besides, they are my army.

VARYS: Yes, Your Grace. The closest - Renly Baratheon, of Storm's End, you remember?

VISERYS: I remember them all.

VARYS: Yes. He remains at Storm's End, which is quite impregnable. As does Lord Tywin of Casterly Rock, while we keep his children and grandchildren in the black cells -

VISERYS: And I will pass judgement. Oh, yes. Nobody is safe from my wrath!

ILLYRIO: Your Grace, if I may.

VISERYS: Yes, Magister?

ILLYRIO: To bind the alliances of the Seven Kingdoms, you might think of marriage. For yourself and for the princess.

[Viserys spits]

VISERYS: Marriage?

[Illyrio glances at Varys. Viserys is red.]

VISERYS: I shall wed Dany. Targaryens do not wed outside the bloodline. Do I make myself clear?

ILLYRIO & VARYS: Yes, Your Grace.

[Viserys relaxes into his chair, still taut. He steeples his fingers.]

VISERYS: I will not have it. I have my throne, I have King's Landing, I have dragons - but still, the lords of Westeros defy me. I will make an example of them.

[Illyrio frowns]

ILLYRIO: Who, Your Grace?

[Viserys turns to Illyrio]

VISERYS: It is about time Tywin Lannister pay for betraying my father, and sacking the capital.

VARYS: Your Grace, Casterly Rock has never been taken.

VISERYS: Perhaps. But I mean to try all the same. And, if all else fails…

[The shot cuts to Jean, standing in the Dragonpit, oblivious to and unnoticed by the dragons gnashing at each other, blowing flame]

VISERYS: She will give me what I need.