Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I assure you, Your Grace.
What was the manner of Lord Grover's passing?
You misled me, my lady.
If Aegon was to fully recover,
Laughing at me...
(inhales) I thought we might light a candle.
The Sea Snake would sooner have High Tide
It was my father.
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(dragonkeeper speaks High Valyrian)
but the one we hope that Daemon will raise.
touch and affect King's Landing?
what is it that you do here, and what's your role?"
(door closes)
and it's such a slap in the face to them.
Mind your flanks. Protect your corners.
(horse neighs)
(dragonkeepers, Steffon yelling)
Do you never think about what could be ours?
if he had brought you to court instead.
(clears throat) My prince, it is an honor I'd never considered
what they have to.
Though we may draw him in with honey, if it comes to it.
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No, n-- No.
who ordered the Gullet closed
-(indistinct chatter) -(dragon roars)
No.
It is Rhaenyra the Pretender
CRISTON COLE: What I saw at Rook's Rest...
that the Darklyns and the Targaryens had some common blood.
(Jeyne chuckles)
RHAENYRA TARGARYEN: You stand with a dragon of House Targaryen!
of having all these layers of her family
I admire you for it.
In a state of war, he's going to fight,
ALICENT HIGHTOWER: All my life,
the Driftwood Throne.
among the highborn of the Seven Kingdoms?
-(crowd yelling) -(knight shouting)
They came ashore in the middle of the night
just like Daemon.
He was everything I wanted to be.
laughing with the whores and lickspittles.
LORENT MARBRAND: Your Grace.
It must've been difficult.
but never while our smallfolk went without.
of one another develop a form of trust.
Then perhaps the gods will favor us.
(light, tense music playing)
It is large and formidable, but alas, wild.
Simon Strong: Your Grace.
on the small council.
We are ready to march at your command, my lord.
(struggling) Help me.
between the Blacks and the Greens.
and her dragon.
The captains of their ships are dangerous mercenaries,
We spent the whole of our lives
...the Grand Maester instructed me to.
You served the realm well...
now Aemond's, you know, prowling around the castle.
Feasting and merriment for the new Prince Regent.
Daemon Targaryen asking for help?
Tonight we will light it,
And I had always heard, as you know,
the people in charge are only going to give them
I hold an island seat with no land army.
-Then who could do it? -You.
slowly stripped away from her.
has regained consciousness this morning.
If any may lay claim to it, what are we then?
And a feature in the fancies of many
(music fades out)