Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Rhaenyra: Put me down!

Her kind... is not soon to be seen again.

to question the virtue of the Princess,

where we'll be nameless,

whom I hold in highest regard,

(chuckles) Well... if this is only the welcome feast,

Princess Rhaenyra, for example.

Rhaenys: A hunting mishap.

Welcome to High Tide, Your Grace.

as a clement Queen,

- Pride? - Justice.

or rather, my father received an accounting of...

to await Your Grace's arrival.

There is no pleasure in the world like...

Aegon the Conqueror given the chance.

- Deer. - Oh. Fine challenge.

- (winces) - (door closes)

(melancholy music playing)

and Ser Laenor Velaryon, the heir to Driftmark.

Where's the Queen?

I'm glad it is you.

Are you confessing some guilt, Ser Gerold?

Your Grace, Princess Rhaenyra,

Will I be remembered as a good king, Lyonel?

Right in the midst of his speech.

- Might I have a chair brought in for you? - I do not... (coughs)

there's been a rumor...

(indistinct chatter)

A marriage for love,

That we perform our duty to our fathers and to the realm

and beg for Laenor's hand.

And to secure her claim,