Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Your Grace? (sniffles)
What you cannot do, let others do for you.
It's just meat.
and bickering going on at the table
- (crowd clamoring) - Slain at Rook's Rest
RHAENYRA: You must see in me a ruler and the symbols of authority.
Punishing Bracken for his own treasons is one thing, aye.
sent my messages, invoked my alliances.
And Aemond now rules in King's Landing.
We have two large enough to stand against Vhagar.
Call Ser Willem here so that I might congratulate him.
broken amongst her enemies.
emissary to the Queen
I did not think they would be so eager to die.
I can sit still no longer.
He's brought his values
Orwyle: Many are fleeing the city,
their wives carried away.
- What happened? - We took the castle.
(bell tolling)
- upon their old rivals. - Piper: I have seen my fair share of their quarrels,
RHAENYS TARGARYEN: You must send me, Your Grace.
And war has ever been for men to make.
And she flew to Rook's Rest of her own will.
Aemond is young.
from Rook's Rest...
Let them hear of his great deeds at Rook's Rest.
On the page, I thought, "Yeah, this is the right territory.
And Aemond?
The traitor dragon Meleys!
For too long, I have looked to him for strength.
For the King himself to lay ambush
- You should've indulged them. - I need them alive.
If you look like you've won
when the queen herself could not?
before he inherits his grandsire's mantle.
(music fades out)
knight: Slain at Rook's Rest by your king!
- That news is stale. - (chuckles) Yes.
(music fades out)
because she's gone.
(quiet chattering)
- Aemond? - Does he mean the king?
We have fought them for an age and more.
when her husband's health failed him.
By order of Aemond Targaryen,
I thought the dragons was gods.
I had no clue that he was gonna have this tear,
It is merely that the gentler sex,
I believe Willem Blackwood
Has she not asked enough of my house?
but they wish to keep me here, confined.
I came here to raise swords, not corpses.
Someone will have to rule in his stead.
but... (inhales)
but your willingness to give me deference in a time of war.
I agree, Your Grace. It must be Prince Aemond.
But every man has a weakness.
And Daemon, I'm sure, has consented to this?