Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(COMMOTION)
-of your keep. -(horses neighing)
And they will underestimate you.
at a time of need.
-(Aegon groaning) -(footsteps approach)
♪♪
Alyn of Hull: M'lord.
but never really taken them too seriously.
Aegon makes choices out of fear or anger,
-(bell ringing) -(outside chatter)
That need is ended. You are no longer obliged.
Brother, he owes you. He owes us.
Thought you'd be happy.
whereas Aemond's revenge will always be served cold.
Is aught amiss, Your Grace?
at you, at you...
Don't lecture me!
(epic theme playing)
He left me for dead...
(shushing)
Rickard: My Queens! This way, inside!
how will I rule a kingdom
In either case, I have lost him...
(roars)
I think it's based on faith.
I've heard nothing
is all that remains to you.
That remains to be seen.
is the person they're gonna choose to be in charge.
You know you're not fooling anyone.
If you have any counsel for dealing with the Riverlords,
Nothing but fish in this damn city.
Ser Steffon Darklyn, Your Grace.
(birds chirping)
at a time of need.
About what?
I think you are tired.
-(birds cawing) -(bell ringing)
-and I have been a councilor to Aegon. -Capably so.
"The Heir for a Day."
(crying) I'm sorry.
♪♪
Mysaria is giving Rhaenyra that layer
And when, after many months of this,
the power of the small folk.
And even if the Riverlanders do go her way,
In the meantime, the people are hungry,
leaving the audience wondering what's going to happen next.
that she's not getting from anybody else in their council,
on this literal island of Dragonstone,
(softly) Open the door. Please.
and her son might not survive his wounds.
but the dragons here would not take her as a rider.
Sorrowful news from Riverrun, my king.
(screeches)
and all our lost souls.
so twisted that...
Or at least less morose.
I fear he may have turned against me.
I fear what he may now do.
The usurpers have abandoned them.
-Or is it Rhaenyra herself?! -I assure you--
They were ready enough to hear.
I do not wish to dwell in it any longer.
Jace.
(birds chirping)
I am but a man.
He dares to summon me!
-(bell tolling) -smallfolk: Long live Queen Rhaenyra!
-if it were not for their liege lord. -(chuckles)
♪♪
-(footsteps approach) -(music fades out)
my thanks to the queen dowager.
-Well, he'd been ill, of course. -Mm-hmm.
as no more than his mother and a woman.
ANDRIJ: Seasmoke has been claimed,
(Caraxes calls)
There is to be another revel on the morrow with dancing.
But Grover Tully is their Lord Paramount.