Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll remedy the error.

(music fades out)

my ability to raise an army,

- townsperson: Queen Helaena! - (heavy breathing)

The search progresses.

- Who did? - The Hightowers, I can only assume.

when his ship has been repaired?

- Alone? - Does your courage fail you, Ser Arryk?

I have dared...

But now, I see that was the wish of a child.

Kingsguard are a sacred trust.

There will be swift retribution in one form or another--

Or will they rather not renounce her?

I'll return to Oldtown.

One you may regret as you're supping alone tonight.

And they are accusing me of having a hand in this.

But I cannot vouch for His Grace.

He loved us... I think.

the smug cunt of Dragonstone?

(jiggling doorknob)

a sorrow best expressed

I regret it already.

- Mad! You cannot think that I did this! - What I think has no relevance!

And so, you would name her: monster.

(music fades out)

You missed supper.

(melancholy music playing)

I think not, but people are afraid.

The maggot who took my son confessed to an accomplice.

(epic theme playing)

Surely the city cannot yet be short of food.

- seek relief in retribution. - Are you suggesting, Ser Alfred,

Will you so easily sully our ancient honor?

The procession was muddy.

(music intensifies)

Oh, always studying, always protocol.

Do you know where he went?

You struck down a child.

I've never trusted you, wholly...

- (horse neighs) - Kingsguard: What's happening there?

I will not be seen as weak.

Because I was different.

- They called him "Breakbones." - (Baela chuckles)

I regret it now.

I don't know what you are, or who it is you serve.

And we are the poorer for it.