Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We spent the whole of our lives
the Driftwood Throne.
He was everything I wanted to be.
-(crowd yelling) -(knight shouting)
-Then who could do it? -You.
Simon Strong: Your Grace.
If any may lay claim to it, what are we then?
and it's such a slap in the face to them.
if he had brought you to court instead.
touch and affect King's Landing?
just like Daemon.
It was my father.
It is large and formidable, but alas, wild.
It must've been difficult.
No.
And I had always heard, as you know,
on the small council.
ALICENT HIGHTOWER: All my life,
I hold an island seat with no land army.
CRISTON COLE: What I saw at Rook's Rest...
(dragonkeeper speaks High Valyrian)
the people in charge are only going to give them
Though we may draw him in with honey, if it comes to it.
Then perhaps the gods will favor us.
(light, tense music playing)
We are ready to march at your command, my lord.
Mind your flanks. Protect your corners.
and her dragon.
now Aemond's, you know, prowling around the castle.
They came ashore in the middle of the night
LORENT MARBRAND: Your Grace.
(struggling) Help me.
The Sea Snake would sooner have High Tide
The captains of their ships are dangerous mercenaries,
-(indistinct chatter) -(dragon roars)
You served the realm well...
(Jeyne chuckles)
but the one we hope that Daemon will raise.
that the Darklyns and the Targaryens had some common blood.
what is it that you do here, and what's your role?"
among the highborn of the Seven Kingdoms?
RHAENYRA TARGARYEN: You stand with a dragon of House Targaryen!
who ordered the Gullet closed
has regained consciousness this morning.
(horse neighs)
(music fades out)
(clears throat) My prince, it is an honor I'd never considered
of having all these layers of her family
but never while our smallfolk went without.
And a feature in the fancies of many
Do you never think about what could be ours?
I admire you for it.
of one another develop a form of trust.
Laughing at me...
If Aegon was to fully recover,
what they have to.
laughing with the whores and lickspittles.
(dragonkeepers, Steffon yelling)
Daemon Targaryen asking for help?
It is Rhaenyra the Pretender
In a state of war, he's going to fight,
between the Blacks and the Greens.
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No, n-- No.
...the Grand Maester instructed me to.
Tonight we will light it,
(inhales) I thought we might light a candle.
Feasting and merriment for the new Prince Regent.
slowly stripped away from her.
What was the manner of Lord Grover's passing?
You misled me, my lady.
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I assure you, Your Grace.
(door closes)