Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Lord Petyr Baelish and his niece Alayne.
You can't run from them. You can't cheat them.
Are you bringing me back for trial?
the moment my husband died, trying to get their claws in me.
show him the path he must walk
leave the Eyrie on urgent business
And now their king is dead.
Thank you.
Did you remove the skin?
Thoros of Myr.
How much?
I bet his hair is greasier than Joffrey's cunt.
- What are you doing? Leave her alone! - Hodor. Hodor.
Hells.
Take the back stairs.
You'll be the Lady of the Vale.
Feel free to stop at any point.
It doesn't matter how large your army is,
And the fortress they built here has never been overcome.
No, my lady.
In their clutches and tried for murder.
It doesn't matter.
Ones about rich girls they'll never meet.
A great weirwood tree.
She never let me have my pudding
Stop. What are you doing?
May the Smith grant him strength
- Shortly? - A fortnight.
the council you installed to rule over the city
Better than most.
You've started wars to protect this family.
I didn't listen.
Marriage changes people.
From Yunkai.
Vesting the Tyrells in the crown
The others can all hang.
Where in seven hells?
No.
Lord Baelish.
- Your Grace. - Your Grace.
There wasn't much call for it with Lord Tyrion, though.
Lord Tyrion didn't want to.
I am releasing you from that oath.
I've made it this far in the world without a squire.
And how you gonna do that?
We can avenge them.
how to parry?
I wasn't there for her name day.
Braavos.
Help me with these straps.
three men abreast
Hey.
- Is Jon with you? - Aye.
Oh.