Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

At least the Princess has a plan.

The last one was flying my banner.

Do you have a specific course of action to propose,

His Grace would never lower himself to entertain such a mummer's farce.

Perhaps my Prince recalls when I knocked him off his horse.

"and is to have a dragon's egg placed in the babe's cradle

Our worth is not given.

Of course, it does.

sheathe the fucking steel.

Your Grace, I've called the Small Council

(tense music playing)

(tense music playing)

you can show the realm

and burn out this Crabfeeder.

that you've resorted to skulking about

and so, your first duty is to the realm.

It bothers you, does it not?

and I wanted to assure you how much I value the bond

I imagine even dragons get lonely.

I think she might find it difficult...

the greatest power in the realm.

is a wound that will never heal.

We haven't spoken much...

in our most critical shipping lane.

The Crown will compensate you

The Kingsguard must soon be restored to its full complement of seven.

(Caraxes grumbling)

It must be made.

Proud men don't like having to look up.

Harrold: The Hand, Your Grace.

(Rhaenyra chuckles)

A feat I'm not sure Ser Otto could've accomplished alone.

This is an absurdity.

beginning in a homeland I can no longer recall.

by the Silent Sisters.

Mellos: This is our best chance to save the digit, Your Grace.

Where the bloodmages worked their craft.

I can say that I built my house's high seat

- King Viserys... - Where is the King? I don't see him.

We are the realm's second sons, Daemon.