Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(softly) It's too heavy.

The tea, Your Grace.

-What's your problem? -Everyone's staring at us.

For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies,

-And Prince Daemon. -Daemon: Hm.

and a thousand tribulations besides.

(crowd gasping)

-Who goes there? -Rhaenyra: Father.

while the Hightowers warm his throne.

-On the advice of the maesters-- -Ah, the maesters.

(exhales) Daemon?

Back Luke's claim,

Steffon Darklyn: All hail Rhaenyra of House Targaryen,

You are no son of mine.

(dark, triumphant music playing)

Those vipers rule in my father's name.

-I haven't told anyone. -You told Ser Erryk and Talya and now me.

I must... admit... my confusion.

it was our duty to hold the realm united against a common foe.

And who will take the Driftwood Throne?

The realm has enjoyed a long peace,

(intense music playing)

(solemn music playing)

I humbly put myself before you as my brother's successor...

(hits table, music stops)

{\an8}You must do this.

No, you only speak for yourself

A proposal to which I heartily agree.

Baela will be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms

I must put things right.

He fell overboard into the sea.

Viserys: Petitions?

Tell me your name.

The Song of Ice...

Vaemond: By a man whose ambition

Aegon... ordered that the trees should be...

She presides only in the absence of her husband.

(shuddering breaths)

I could cut my veins and show it to you

Her children...

-The mouth. -Mouth! Ah, come on, Jace, you knew that.

but the threat of war looms and may arrive on our shores.

(crowd applauds)

return on dragonback.

is no longer a handsome one...