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It's all right, Father.
by Grand Maester Munkun.
He's beautiful.
- All of us.
I've seen the orphans starving in the cities.
Oh, I can't behead you.
We are not gamblers here at the Iron Bank, Lord Tyrell.
Sorry about the other day.
But together we can beat them.
You have my word.
Seemed to me I could make it to the grave.
And it was a disaster for the Targaryens as well.
The Iron Bank has called in the crown's debts.
No, you want to break bread with the Lannisters.
Many in Dorne want war.
Halt!
- Dozens of tents were-- - Horses?
- Please! - Hear us now, my Lord.
No wonder you can't stand. You have no spine.
I know a way--
You are the world's best gamblers.
I'm sending you back to Castle Black.
- I'll set your man free. - You're a good man.
Your father understood the importance
Of course I will.
You love her very much, don't you?
A last meal before the beheading?
I'm the Princess Shireen of House Baratheon.
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