Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The girl is a heedless contrarian.

Fuck your whore mother and bastard father!

the lords of the realm gather like vultures to a carcass,

His Grace can worry himself to death if he so likes.

first of his name, King of the Andals,

You must marry.

with my mother when I was young,

Vaemond: If King's Landing will not support Daemon,

(Rhaenyra chuckles) - We should return to camp, Princess.

I fear the gods did not make me for hunting.

and serve her as king consort.

Hail, hail Aegon, the Conqueror-Babe, Second of His Name!

I've heard that story since I've had ears to.

I'm not sure why I must.

That I am forever doomed to anger one person

- How land Sharp: Your Grace. - King Viserys: How far?

unhappy with decisions I made.

Show me the knight who will march into that hell pit,

Very few among us have been dreamers.

Will you insist on taking after him?

Was... was I named heir to the Iron Throne

Lord Corlys and Prince Daemon are losing their war.

As to your match...

I saw it in a dream...

- Many of us had assumed... - Many of us, you say?

There's been nothing of the sort, Your Grace. I, I...

without His Grace's leave.

(shouts) Even I do not exist above tradition

- Dwarfstone? - I'm sending word to Daemon.

Royal Huntsman: Right here, Your Grace.

(indistinct chatter)

I did not decide to name Rhaenyra my heir on a whim.

And when your father named me to his Kings guard,

It wouldn't matter if she were Jaehaerys himself born again.

Is it better for the realm if the Crabfeeder thrives,

hoping to feast on my bones.

Why must every effort on your behalf be resisted

(shouts) Princess, slow down!

I wish to see you contented,

Larys Strong, the youngest son of our Master of Law, Lord Lyonel.

(cheering continues)

To the caves! Now!

(hart bellowing)