Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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