Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You, I think, are steadfast.

People will pity you

I need help, Alys.

of Targaryen superiority as dragonriders,

SONOYA MIZUNO: She knows what makes them tick.

Hugh: You, where'd you get that food?!

-(wind blowing) -(footsteps)

youngest sons in Pentos.

But I'm afraid you will never be whole.

They still look to you to ensure their well-being.

(inhales) I have lost Princess Rhaenys

Not all of us, I suppose, are called to great deeds.

She plied her craft, but...

Is this an order or a request?

Or else it's this swamp air, or--

that puts Aemond's newfound position in jeopardy.

The lady Mysaria.

Don't want my men to get the wrong idea.

ORWYLE: His Grace, the King,

worker: Up, up, up!

The royals would never countenance me

OLIVIA COOKE: I think Aemond genuinely sees Alicent

So long as he's seen as this indestructible,

that psychological battle is very important.

You served the realm well...

(Seasmoke screeches)

(music softens)

I've sent ravens to Highgarden and Oldtown,

This council has need of a tempering voice.

(indistinct chatter)

(crying) Daemon, she's gone.

It was a bold attempt.

There ain't nothing left.

(footsteps approach)

-Get back! -Go, Helaena, go!

Mm, you'll see it done.

(light music playing)

So, why would she be on the small council?

understanding that relationship.

The crown. She spared it no thought.

Jeyne Arryn: I bring good news, Rhaena.

(Caraxes calling)

He's lucky I did not have his tongue.

And I must not go to battle myself...

-Who could do it? -You.

but neither have I sent any message.

It's very Marie Antoinette, "Let them eat cake."

It is more his way to disappear.

lest I am slain or captured,

Retribution for their lord's demise.

I have an errand for the Lady Mysaria.

You are not the player, but a piece on the board.

Isn't that strange?

The ghosts, the curses, the blasted weirwood bed!

Bartimos Celtigar: ...I am far from alone among your councilors

Rhaenys and her dragon are dead.

-The Greens? -I don't know who else it could be.

Jason Lannister is marshalling to the west.

which, sadly, are quickly visited upon him.

There's no food.

(smallfolk shouting nearby)

Criston Cole: We would do better to await the Hightower host

Dyana: Aught to eat with it?

I know it's difficult, but--

because I think Rhaenyra is desperate

If he wrote letters, it would be to you.

And somehow, none of it matters.

(DRAGON GROWLS)

(normal) He wished to possess me,

My lungs were strong, but my foot

(muttering softly)

This one stopped singing.

(dragonkeeper speaks High Valyrian)

He'll be most pleased to shelter Rhaenyra's

Let them weaken his blockade