Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's over.
It's all right.
They say every time a Targaryen is born,
Queen! We're surrounded!
It doesn't matter.
What does it matter whose fault it is?
Is that all I am to you?
though I begged him not to tell her.
It doesn't matter. She's dead.
To be honest, I never really cared much for them.
All the worst things she's ever done,
they'll sing about you forever.
I am your Hand.
Remember where we met,
Because you told him.
You're worried for her. I admire your empathy.
You've underestimated her before.
Don't let me die, Jaime. Please don't let me die.
The Iron Fleet hold Blackwater Bay.
Jon Snow.
Your Grace?
Archers, close up!
That's her decision to make. She is our queen.
- Yes, Your Grace. - The Red Keep has never fallen.
My God!
If it weren't for you,
Your Grace, the Iron Fleet is burning.
Nothing else matters.
We're not much for riddles where I'm from.
Let us in!