Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- townsperson: Queen Helaena! - (heavy breathing)

Kingsguard are a sacred trust.

Because I was different.

I don't know what you are, or who it is you serve.

- Mad! You cannot think that I did this! - What I think has no relevance!

(epic theme playing)

One you may regret as you're supping alone tonight.

The maggot who took my son confessed to an accomplice.

Or will they rather not renounce her?

- (horse neighs) - Kingsguard: What's happening there?

I regret it now.

But now, I see that was the wish of a child.

He loved us... I think.

The procession was muddy.

(music fades out)

Will you so easily sully our ancient honor?

I'll return to Oldtown.

- seek relief in retribution. - Are you suggesting, Ser Alfred,

- Alone? - Does your courage fail you, Ser Arryk?

Surely the city cannot yet be short of food.

(music intensifies)

I'll remedy the error.

my ability to raise an army,

There will be swift retribution in one form or another--

I've never trusted you, wholly...

I will not be seen as weak.

I have dared...

The search progresses.

And we are the poorer for it.

But I cannot vouch for His Grace.

- Who did? - The Hightowers, I can only assume.

And so, you would name her: monster.

I think not, but people are afraid.

(melancholy music playing)

You missed supper.

You struck down a child.

- They called him "Breakbones." - (Baela chuckles)

a sorrow best expressed

when his ship has been repaired?

(music fades out)

Do you know where he went?

And they are accusing me of having a hand in this.

(jiggling doorknob)

Oh, always studying, always protocol.

I regret it already.

the smug cunt of Dragonstone?