Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

your gold cloaks take the bribes given them to look away.
He's not in his rooms.
It is your husband who grasps so heedlessly for the throne.
Your grandfather, the Hand, will try to impress on you
-Do not toy with me, Mother. -I speak the truth.
All of you, move forward!
Tyland: That was some 20 years ago. Most of them now dead.
(indistinct chatter)
I can take you to Prince Aegon.
Your son cuckolded.
-Aegon: No! -Erryk: Are you going to help me?!
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We may not assume the loyalty of Lord Borros.
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-and instead toward peace. -Ugh.
No. But, dear cousin...
Larys Strong: He was fleeing from the gate.
-Onward! -This way.
I will remember.
My husband would have desired this mercy be shown
My sincerest regrets for the lack of ceremony.
I assume this task falls within your expertise.
My son will be anointed tomorrow at dawn.
(indistinct chatter)
Oh, my dearest love.
His last words to me and I was the only one to hear it.
-Come on! -Prince Aegon spends many a night in this place.
Rather, I am sent by one who knows where he is.
Guard: Go on, move yourself! Come on!
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Keep moving! That's right.
he whispered his final wish:
Do you see now what he is?
There was no insult to me, Ser Criston. Y-- Put aside your blade.
The Queen awaits.