Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I will turn the Crownland houses
in order that your feckless son--
You will die in this place.
There may be another way.
One turn for another, then.
so she will have one.
I need you to be the mother to them that I cannot.
who served three kings faithfully,
I think, mayhaps, I shall fly another day.
(roars, screeching)
Drinks for all! At the pleasure of the crown!
and fuck you.
Rhaenys has counseled me.
If you've not yet surmised, you are welcome here.
(indistinct chatter)
(thunder rumbling)
No sense of fun, some of 'em.
though not before I killed you.
(all cheering)
(indistinct chatter)
And the desire to kill and burn takes hold
like weeds.
(intoxicated) Did I, did I tell you I came here as a lad?
House Bracken took it upon themselves to attack the Blackwoods,
nor seal his bowels.
and death of thousands,
(continues humming)
for what they have done.
♪
- Come on, then! - Aegon: Drink up, little piggy!
What a fine, sweet thing.
Houses Bracken and Blackwood have long detested one another.
The value of a sword is not within its scabbard.
Although, it's said even Dorne
Lord Samwell Blackwood himself is slain.
I would fight a hundred battles before I went into exile
with none but prattling babes.
Did he speak my name?
I cannot fault him for keeping his oath.
(footsteps approach)
The question is, what are we going to do about it?
She said she saw in you a wish to avert the worst of what may now come.
squire: Aeron Bracken, worst horseman among us.
We will secure victory with armies,
Her name is, uh, Sylvi
But if you and I may come to terms--
(music fades out)