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send their regards.

The great war is coming

SANSA: And then he kidnapped her and raped her.

your father was skinned alive by Ramsay Bolton.

Later. Go away.

You gave me your word.

We received no report from the maester at Castle Black.

- (crowd murmuring) - (gasps)

are madmen like your father.

And yet here I am.

Clever fellow. Can't argue with his logic.

Do you have anything to say for yourself?

I'm a bit old for all that.

I'll need to make alliances.

Your gods have forsaken you.

Please forgive me if you can.

And I will stand behind Jon Snow...

Listen to me, Ned.

but you refused the call.

She killed my granddaughter.

I chose the wrong words.

Your reign is over.

Pull it out of my mind

- (distant chatter) - (distant metal clanging)

If the maesters are right, it'll be the coldest one in a thousand years.

Fire and blood.

There's finally peace in Meereen.

You told me Lord Baelish sold you to the Boltons.

You talk about war as if you're an expert,

and accept whatever punishment the gods deem just.

Where will you go?

You had feasts.

Could have been worse, Jon Snow.

You're not going to die for quite a while.

He brings the storm.

(choir continues)

to those who kneel before her.

(WOMAN SCREAMING)