Rey de los Siete Reinos
El Rey de los Siete Reinos, formalmente conocido como Rey de los Ándalos, los Rhoynar y los Primeros Hombres, es el monarca de los Siete Reinos, el reino unificado que incluye casi todo el territorio de Poniente, exceptuando las tierras más allá del Muro en el norte.
El título oficial del rey es "Su Alteza [...] de la Casa [...], el [...] de su nombre, rey de los Ándalos y los Rhoynar y los Primeros Hombres, señor de los Siete Reinos y Protector del Reino". El título completo hace referencia a que el monarca reina sobre los tres grupos étnicos mayoritarios del continente, sobre los antiguos reinos independientes existentes previamente a la Guerra de la Conquista y que uno de sus deberes prioritarios es mantener la paz, el orden y la justicia en el reino.
El símbolo del poder del monarca es el Trono de Hierro, en la Fortaleza Roja de Desembarco del Rey.
[] [GRUNTS] [BOTH PANTING] [GASPING SOFTLY] [EXHALES] [EXHALES SHARPLY] [CRYING] [] [DROGON GROWLING] [DROGON ROARING] [] [GROWLING] [SNIFFS] [GROWLING] [ROARING] [] [] [WINGS FLAPPING] [FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
Where's Jon? - He is our prisoner.
- SANSA: So is Lord Tyrion.
They were both to be brought to this gathering.
We will decide what we do with our prisoners.
This is our city now.
If you look outside the walls of your city, you'll find thousands of Northmen who will explain to you why harming Jon Snow is not in your interest.
And you will find thousands of Unsullied who believe that it is.
Some of you may be quick to forgive.
The Ironborn are not.
I swore to follow Daenerys Targaryen.
You swore to follow a tyrant.
She freed us from a tyrant.
Cersei is gone because of her, and Jon Snow put a knife in her heart.
Let the Unsullied give him what he deserves.
Say another word about killing my brother and I'll cut your throat.
Friends, please.
We've been cutting each other's throats long enough.
Torgo Nudho.
Am I saying that properly? If it weren't for you and your men, we would've lost the war with the dead.
This country owes you a debt it can never repay, but let us try.
There is land in the Reach.
Good land.
The people that used to live there are gone.
Make it your own.
Start your own house with the Unsullied as your bannermen.
We've had enough war.
Thousands of you, thousands of them.
You know how it ends.
We need to find a better way.
We do not need payment.
We need justice.
Jon Snow cannot go free.
It's not for you to decide.
You are not here to speak! Everyone has heard enough words from you.
You're right.
And no one's any better for it.
But it's not for you to decide.
Jon committed his crime here.
His fate is for our king to decide.
Or our queen.
We don't have a king or queen.
You're the most powerful people in Westeros.
Choose one.
Make your choice, then.
My lords and ladies [CLEARS THROAT] I suppose this is the most important moment of our lives.
What we decide today will reverberate through the annals of history.
I stand before you as one of the senior lords in the country.
A veteran of two wars.
And I like to think my experience has led to some small skill in statecraft - and underst-- - SANSA: Uncle? Please sit.
[SCOFFS] [CLEARS THROAT SOFTLY] [STUMBLES] [SIGHS] Well, we have to choose someone.
Um, ahem Why just us? Um-- We represent all the great houses, but whomever we choose, they won't just rule over lords and ladies.
Maybe the decision about what's best for everyone should be left to well, everyone.
[ALL LAUGHING] Maybe we should give the dogs a vote as well.
I'll ask my horse.
I suppose you want the crown.
Me? The Imp? Half the people hate me for serving Daenerys, the other half hate me for betraying her.
- Can't think of a worse choice.
- Who, then? I've had nothing to do but think these past few weeks.
About our bloody history.
About the mistakes we've made.
What unites people? Armies? Gold? Flags? Stories.
There's nothing in the world more powerful than a good story.
Nothing can stop it.
No enemy can defeat it.
And who has a better story than Bran the Broken? The boy who fell from a high tower and lived.
He knew he'd never walk again, so he learned to fly.
He crossed beyond the Wall, a crippled boy, and became the Three-Eyed Raven.
He is our memory, the keeper of all our stories.
The wars, weddings, births, massacres, famines.
Our triumphs, mm, our defeats, our past.
Who better to lead us into the future? Bran has no interest in ruling and he can't father children.
Good.
Sons of kings can be cruel and stupid, as you well know.
His will never torment us.
That is the wheel our queen wanted to break.
[] From now on, rulers will not be born.
They will be chosen on this spot by the lords and ladies of Westeros to serve the realm.
I know you don't want it.
I know you don't care about power.
But I ask you now, if we choose you will you wear the crown? Will you lead the Seven Kingdoms to the best of your abilities from this day until your last day? Why do you think I came all this way? To Brandon of House Stark I say aye.
[] SAMWELL: Aye.
Aye.
Aye.
MAN 1: Aye.
Aye.
Aye.
MAN 2: Aye.
YARA: Aye.
MAN 3: Aye.
MAN 4: Aye.
Aye.
I'm not sure I get a vote, but aye.
Aye.
I love you, little brother.
I always will.
You'll be a good king.
But tens of thousands of Northmen fell in the Great War defending all of Westeros.
And those who survived have seen too much and fought too hard ever to kneel again.
The North will remain an independent kingdom, as it was for thousands of years.
[] All hail Bran the Broken, First of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Six Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.
ALL: All hail Bran the Broken! [] BRAN: Lord Tyrion you will be my Hand.
N-- No, Your Grace, I don't want it.
BRAN: And I don't want to be king.
I don't deserve it.
I thought I was wise, but I wasn't.
I thought I knew what was right, but I didn't.
Choose Ser Davos.
Choose anyone else.
- I choose you.
- You cannot.
Yes, I can.
- I'm king.
- This man is a criminal.
- He deserves justice.
- He just got it.
He's made many terrible mistakes.
He's going to spend the rest of his life fixing them.
It is not enough.
TYRION: Giving you to the Unsullied would start a war.
Letting you walk free would start a war.
So our new king has chosen to send you to the Night's Watch.
There's still a Night's Watch? The world will always need a home for bastards and broken men.
[SIGHS] You shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children.
The Unsullied wanted your head of course, but Grey Worm has accepted the justice of a life sentence.
Sansa and Arya wanted you freed, but they understand our new king needs to make peace.
No one is very happy.
Which means it's a good compromise, I suppose.
Was it right? What I did? What we did.
It doesn't feel right.
Ask me again in 10 years.
I don't expect we'll ever see each other again.
I wouldn't be so sure.
A few years as Hand of the King would make anyone want to piss off the edge of the world.
[] [HORSE NEIGHS] [MAN SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY] [PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY] [IN VALYRIAN] [IN VALYRIAN] [] SANSA: I wish there had been another way.
Can you forgive me? The North is free, thanks to you.
But they lost their king.
Ned Stark's daughter will speak for them.
She's the best they could ask for.
[] You can come see me, you know, at Castle Black.
I can't.
You think anyone will dare tell you women aren't allowed? [CHUCKLES] I'm not going back north.
Where are you going? What's west of Westeros? [CHUCKLES] I don't know.
No one knows.
It's where all the maps stop.
That's where I'm going.
You have your Needle? Right here.
[ARYA CRYING] Your Grace.
I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me.
You were exactly where you were supposed to be.
[SIGHS] [] [] [] [SIGHS] [DOOR OPENS] [CLEARS THROAT] That's not-- Uh-- What's this? A Song of Ice and Fire.
Archmaester Ebrose's history of the wars following the death of King Robert.
I helped him with the title.
I suppose I come in for some heavy criticism.
Oh, I wouldn't say that.
Oh, he's kind to me.
Never would've guessed.
He's not kind? - He - He what? What does he say about me? I don't believe you're mentioned, ahem.
[DOOR OPENS] [CLEARS THROAT] [CLEARS THROAT] - Your Grace.
- Your Grace.
- Your Grace.
- Your Grace.
We appear to be missing a Master of Whisperers.
And a Master of Laws.
- And a Master of War.
- Yes, Your Grace.
Suitable prospects will be brought to you for an audience in the coming weeks.
And Drogon? Any word? He was last spotted flying east, toward-- The farther away, the better.
Perhaps I can find him.
Do carry on with the rest.
As you wish, Your Grace.
Ser Podrick.
[TYRION CLEARS THROAT] We serve at your pleasure, King Bran the Broken, ruler of the Six Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.
- Long may he reign.
- Long may he reign.
- Long may he reign.
- Long may he reign.
Long may he reign.
That will improve.
I'm sure it will.
[CLEARS THROAT, COUGHS] Ser Bronn of the Blackwater, Lord of Highgarden, Lord Paramount of the Reach and Master of Coin, would you say the crown's debt to you has been paid? In full, my lord Hand.
Good.
Time to start incurring a new one.
We have hungry people to feed.
Can we expect some assistance in this regard? BRONN: Indeed we can.
Lord Davos, we have an armada to rebuild and ports to repair.
We have.
These projects will begin as soon as the Master of Coin and Lord of Lofty Titles provides funding.
The Master of Coin looks forward to helping the Master of Ships, but first he has to ensure we're not wasting coin, or soon there won't be no more coin.
"Any more.
" You Master of Grammar now too? Grandmaester, ahem, it is my theory, based on my years of work on the Casterly Rock sewers, that clean water leads to a healthier population.
The Archmaester has done some research on this subject and it turns out-- The strong live and the weak don't.
Find the best builders and set them to the task.
BRONN: Oh, speaking of builders, all the best brothels burned down.
The Master of Coin is willing to fund reconstruction.
SAMWELL: Uh the Archmaester is less than enthusiastic about the salutary effects of brothels.
BRONN: Well, I imagine he isn't using them properly.
BRIENNE: I think we can all agree that ships take precedence over brothels.
BRONN: I think that's a very presumptuous statement.
TYRION: I once brought a jackass and a honeycomb into a brothel.
- SANSA: So is Lord Tyrion.
They were both to be brought to this gathering.
We will decide what we do with our prisoners.
This is our city now.
If you look outside the walls of your city, you'll find thousands of Northmen who will explain to you why harming Jon Snow is not in your interest.
And you will find thousands of Unsullied who believe that it is.
Some of you may be quick to forgive.
The Ironborn are not.
I swore to follow Daenerys Targaryen.
You swore to follow a tyrant.
She freed us from a tyrant.
Cersei is gone because of her, and Jon Snow put a knife in her heart.
Let the Unsullied give him what he deserves.
Say another word about killing my brother and I'll cut your throat.
Friends, please.
We've been cutting each other's throats long enough.
Torgo Nudho.
Am I saying that properly? If it weren't for you and your men, we would've lost the war with the dead.
This country owes you a debt it can never repay, but let us try.
There is land in the Reach.
Good land.
The people that used to live there are gone.
Make it your own.
Start your own house with the Unsullied as your bannermen.
We've had enough war.
Thousands of you, thousands of them.
You know how it ends.
We need to find a better way.
We do not need payment.
We need justice.
Jon Snow cannot go free.
It's not for you to decide.
You are not here to speak! Everyone has heard enough words from you.
You're right.
And no one's any better for it.
But it's not for you to decide.
Jon committed his crime here.
His fate is for our king to decide.
Or our queen.
We don't have a king or queen.
You're the most powerful people in Westeros.
Choose one.
Make your choice, then.
My lords and ladies [CLEARS THROAT] I suppose this is the most important moment of our lives.
What we decide today will reverberate through the annals of history.
I stand before you as one of the senior lords in the country.
A veteran of two wars.
And I like to think my experience has led to some small skill in statecraft - and underst-- - SANSA: Uncle? Please sit.
[SCOFFS] [CLEARS THROAT SOFTLY] [STUMBLES] [SIGHS] Well, we have to choose someone.
Um, ahem Why just us? Um-- We represent all the great houses, but whomever we choose, they won't just rule over lords and ladies.
Maybe the decision about what's best for everyone should be left to well, everyone.
[ALL LAUGHING] Maybe we should give the dogs a vote as well.
I'll ask my horse.
I suppose you want the crown.
Me? The Imp? Half the people hate me for serving Daenerys, the other half hate me for betraying her.
- Can't think of a worse choice.
- Who, then? I've had nothing to do but think these past few weeks.
About our bloody history.
About the mistakes we've made.
What unites people? Armies? Gold? Flags? Stories.
There's nothing in the world more powerful than a good story.
Nothing can stop it.
No enemy can defeat it.
And who has a better story than Bran the Broken? The boy who fell from a high tower and lived.
He knew he'd never walk again, so he learned to fly.
He crossed beyond the Wall, a crippled boy, and became the Three-Eyed Raven.
He is our memory, the keeper of all our stories.
The wars, weddings, births, massacres, famines.
Our triumphs, mm, our defeats, our past.
Who better to lead us into the future? Bran has no interest in ruling and he can't father children.
Good.
Sons of kings can be cruel and stupid, as you well know.
His will never torment us.
That is the wheel our queen wanted to break.
[] From now on, rulers will not be born.
They will be chosen on this spot by the lords and ladies of Westeros to serve the realm.
I know you don't want it.
I know you don't care about power.
But I ask you now, if we choose you will you wear the crown? Will you lead the Seven Kingdoms to the best of your abilities from this day until your last day? Why do you think I came all this way? To Brandon of House Stark I say aye.
[] SAMWELL: Aye.
Aye.
Aye.
MAN 1: Aye.
Aye.
Aye.
MAN 2: Aye.
YARA: Aye.
MAN 3: Aye.
MAN 4: Aye.
Aye.
I'm not sure I get a vote, but aye.
Aye.
I love you, little brother.
I always will.
You'll be a good king.
But tens of thousands of Northmen fell in the Great War defending all of Westeros.
And those who survived have seen too much and fought too hard ever to kneel again.
The North will remain an independent kingdom, as it was for thousands of years.
[] All hail Bran the Broken, First of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Six Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.
ALL: All hail Bran the Broken! [] BRAN: Lord Tyrion you will be my Hand.
N-- No, Your Grace, I don't want it.
BRAN: And I don't want to be king.
I don't deserve it.
I thought I was wise, but I wasn't.
I thought I knew what was right, but I didn't.
Choose Ser Davos.
Choose anyone else.
- I choose you.
- You cannot.
Yes, I can.
- I'm king.
- This man is a criminal.
- He deserves justice.
- He just got it.
He's made many terrible mistakes.
He's going to spend the rest of his life fixing them.
It is not enough.
TYRION: Giving you to the Unsullied would start a war.
Letting you walk free would start a war.
So our new king has chosen to send you to the Night's Watch.
There's still a Night's Watch? The world will always need a home for bastards and broken men.
[SIGHS] You shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children.
The Unsullied wanted your head of course, but Grey Worm has accepted the justice of a life sentence.
Sansa and Arya wanted you freed, but they understand our new king needs to make peace.
No one is very happy.
Which means it's a good compromise, I suppose.
Was it right? What I did? What we did.
It doesn't feel right.
Ask me again in 10 years.
I don't expect we'll ever see each other again.
I wouldn't be so sure.
A few years as Hand of the King would make anyone want to piss off the edge of the world.
[] [HORSE NEIGHS] [MAN SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY] [PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY] [IN VALYRIAN] [IN VALYRIAN] [] SANSA: I wish there had been another way.
Can you forgive me? The North is free, thanks to you.
But they lost their king.
Ned Stark's daughter will speak for them.
She's the best they could ask for.
[] You can come see me, you know, at Castle Black.
I can't.
You think anyone will dare tell you women aren't allowed? [CHUCKLES] I'm not going back north.
Where are you going? What's west of Westeros? [CHUCKLES] I don't know.
No one knows.
It's where all the maps stop.
That's where I'm going.
You have your Needle? Right here.
[ARYA CRYING] Your Grace.
I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me.
You were exactly where you were supposed to be.
[SIGHS] [] [] [] [SIGHS] [DOOR OPENS] [CLEARS THROAT] That's not-- Uh-- What's this? A Song of Ice and Fire.
Archmaester Ebrose's history of the wars following the death of King Robert.
I helped him with the title.
I suppose I come in for some heavy criticism.
Oh, I wouldn't say that.
Oh, he's kind to me.
Never would've guessed.
He's not kind? - He - He what? What does he say about me? I don't believe you're mentioned, ahem.
[DOOR OPENS] [CLEARS THROAT] [CLEARS THROAT] - Your Grace.
- Your Grace.
- Your Grace.
- Your Grace.
We appear to be missing a Master of Whisperers.
And a Master of Laws.
- And a Master of War.
- Yes, Your Grace.
Suitable prospects will be brought to you for an audience in the coming weeks.
And Drogon? Any word? He was last spotted flying east, toward-- The farther away, the better.
Perhaps I can find him.
Do carry on with the rest.
As you wish, Your Grace.
Ser Podrick.
[TYRION CLEARS THROAT] We serve at your pleasure, King Bran the Broken, ruler of the Six Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.
- Long may he reign.
- Long may he reign.
- Long may he reign.
- Long may he reign.
Long may he reign.
That will improve.
I'm sure it will.
[CLEARS THROAT, COUGHS] Ser Bronn of the Blackwater, Lord of Highgarden, Lord Paramount of the Reach and Master of Coin, would you say the crown's debt to you has been paid? In full, my lord Hand.
Good.
Time to start incurring a new one.
We have hungry people to feed.
Can we expect some assistance in this regard? BRONN: Indeed we can.
Lord Davos, we have an armada to rebuild and ports to repair.
We have.
These projects will begin as soon as the Master of Coin and Lord of Lofty Titles provides funding.
The Master of Coin looks forward to helping the Master of Ships, but first he has to ensure we're not wasting coin, or soon there won't be no more coin.
"Any more.
" You Master of Grammar now too? Grandmaester, ahem, it is my theory, based on my years of work on the Casterly Rock sewers, that clean water leads to a healthier population.
The Archmaester has done some research on this subject and it turns out-- The strong live and the weak don't.
Find the best builders and set them to the task.
BRONN: Oh, speaking of builders, all the best brothels burned down.
The Master of Coin is willing to fund reconstruction.
SAMWELL: Uh the Archmaester is less than enthusiastic about the salutary effects of brothels.
BRONN: Well, I imagine he isn't using them properly.
BRIENNE: I think we can all agree that ships take precedence over brothels.
BRONN: I think that's a very presumptuous statement.
TYRION: I once brought a jackass and a honeycomb into a brothel.
[WIND WHISTLING] [HORN SOUNDING] [INHALES AND EXHALES HEAVILY] [] [] [GHOST WHINES] [] MAN: The Queen in the North! ALL [CHANTING]: The Queen in the North! The Queen in the North! The Queen in the North! The Queen in the North! The Queen in the North! [WIND WHISTLING] [PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY] [] [CHOIR VOCALIZING]
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