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00:52:35
Emilia Clarke, Peter Dinklage, Kit Harington, Iain Glen
356
She's a screamer, that one.
Our larder are almost empty.
Perhaps if your pauper husband
King Joffrey has decreed that the leftovers from our feast
In some places, the highborn frown upon those of low birth.
With any luck, the gout will abate with time and he will be able to walk again.
MAN 2: Terminus. MAN 3: Widow's Wail.
MACE: From House Tyrell and the people of the Reach,
I can hold a sword, but all my instinct are wrong.
A handsome goblet, my lord.
were to sell his mule and his last pair of shoes,
More repugnant than your gnarled fingers on that girl's thigh?
Walda, this is Ramsay Snow, my bastard.
A nice close shave.
The dwarf, the cripple, and the mother of madness.
A toast.
and show everyone how a true king wins his throne.
Give him the razor.
Grand Maester Kaeth's history of the reign of Daeron the Young Dragon,
People who spend their money on this sort of nonsense
There's been too much amusement here today.
He was a slow learner, but he learned.
King Joffrey has decreed that the leftovers from our feast
My wife wast away and my brother starves himself.
And it frighten you?
My wife wastes away and my brother starve himself.
No one weep for spiders, or whores.
My little brother had you sent to the Black Cells when you annoy him.
Only little birds who whisper in my ear.
Sworn to Renly Baratheon, Catelyn Stark, and now my brother.
I owe you my gratitude.
King Joffrey has decree that the leftovers from our feast
BOLTON: See that the horses are fed, watered, and rub down.
Shame that it spill.
Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder.
He poison my son,
A gold dragon to whoever knock my fool's hat off.
freshly forge in your honour.
With this kiss, I pledge my love.
Surely there are others out there who still dare to challenge my reign.
There's a ship waiting in the harbour bound for Pentos.
A true champion defeat all the challengers.
our armies are trap south of the Neck.
Lord Greyjoy refuse.
My wife has suffer a great deal, as you well know.
serving whichever lord or lady you fancy.
Eternally at war.
Afterward they are filled with joy.
Luckily for you, none of this will happen because you'll never marry her.
freshly forged in your honour.
You barely know her.
If you somehow managed to put a child in her first,
No, come to my chambers and I will examine you personally.
- They certainly are. - Perhaps they should get married.
Perhaps the Lady Melisandre could speak with her.
So, are you looking forward to your wedding?
Ser Loras, it's quite all right.
Our larders are almost empty.
It will be over soon.
Must be glorious, though.
I placed far too much trust in you.
We will fight them together. It's like you said, I am yours and you are mine.
Why else would the Lord of Light have seen fit to mark her face?
Have you ever known your father to make an idle threat?
More than once.
The Starks have always ruled the North.
(WHISTLES) I've never seen Valyrian steel before. She's a beauty.
it'll be like cutting off Ned Stark's head all over again.
Well done. You, too.
More repugnant than your gnarled fingers on that girl's thighs?
She's sullen and stubborn and sinful.
- It's disrespectful. - Sorry, my lord.
Reek, how could you let me stand before my father unshaven?
- SELYSE: She's a stubborn little beast. - She's a child.
I know it's tempting,
Wearing the crown for so many years must have left your neck a bit crooked.
RAMSAY: But you made Myranda feel jealous.
I expect it is a relief, Lady Cersei, giving up your regal responsibilities.
Their bastard brother.
I've never tasted anything as good as grilled seagull.
You need a proper, discreet swordsman.
OLENNA: You look exquisite, child.
Not such a fascinating story.
Our fathers are both rather keen on the prospect.
I'm sure they're more than grateful, My Queen.
Have you ever known your father to make an idle threat?
I hope your reign is long and peaceful.
Baelor the Blessed,
How about you? I'm sure they have a spare costume.
PYCELLE: Careful, Your Grace.
Unusual talent for a sellsword.
that your daughter Myrcella has been sent to live in the latter sort of place.