Which is great – we like war, it wins Emmys. So come season two, war it is. Yet unfortunately, episode one of season two is not the time to fight – not if you’re hoping to make House of the Dragon an epic worth its salt (where “salt”, in this world of streaming, means at least 40 hours of programming). As such, episode one, entitled A Son for a Son, was the very tip of the taper that we know will – one day – burn down to a big, fat bomb.
Rhaenyra was grieving her young son, Lucerys, who was grilled and gobbled by an angry dragon at the end of the last series. So her husband Daemon (Matt Smith) sent a thug to infiltrate the Red Keep and kill one of King Aegon’s (Tom Glynn-Carney) sons in retribution. That, really, was as far as the plot went for this first hour, and it was a bit of a dodgy one – if anyone with knowledge of the tunnels beneath the Red Keep could just walk in and bump off any given royal in their bedchamber, as suggested here, the whole of Game of Thrones could have been done within an episode.
Aside from that, the rest of it was mood music. Beautifully shot, impeccably acted, emotionally intense mood music, but still essentially scene-setting for greater things to come. Perhaps House of the Dragon has learnt the art of restraint from Game of Thrones – always leave ‘em wanting more.