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00:53:13
Emilia Clarke, Peter Dinklage, Kit Harington, Iain Glen
293
A great weirwood tree.
At suppertime, she would go straight for honey cakes,
You counselled me against rashness once in Qarth.
And I'm not a slaver, either. I don't own you.
The best shipwright in King's Landing have been working on it for months.
Eventually, your grandfather had to assign a septa to watch her at meals.
By the time you were born, your father's austerity had become hers.
No juggler, no jousting dwarves,
The greatest swordsman who ever lived.
Lurking and simpering on the stairs like buzzard the moment my husband died,
CERSEI: As soon as decency permits.
They've reenslaved the freedmen who stayed behind
Lord Petyr Baelish and his niece Alayne.
You like it in the gutter, don't you?
It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Arryn.
and I'm a terrible liar, so I should always tell the truth.
Arranging for the ascension of King Tommen I,
MAN: That's it, lad, put it inside.
has been overthrown by a butcher named Cleon
Petyr had three crate brought all the way from King's Landing.
candied almond, custard.
A boy many believe to be a bastard with no right to it.
I swore an oath, my lady.
the Wise Masters have retake control of the city.
One stone crumble and another takes its place.
You still mourn for Joffrey?
has been overthrow by a butcher named Cleon
I now proclaim Tommen of the House Baratheon,
Mummy said they killed your mother and they chop off your brother's head.
and get slaughter like goats.
and sworn to take revenge against you.
The crown owe the Iron Bank of Braavos a tremendous amount of money.
Faded into nothing.
I'm warn you.
who's declare himself "His Imperial Majesty."
You think I'd let my intend leave the Eyrie on urgent business
He could be the first man who sits on that throne in 50 years to actually deserve it.
And the fortress they built here has never been overcome.
I couldn't very well refuse a royal escort.
did you ever do anything remotely relate to combat?
I suppose that explains why we did so well in the last one.
and guide him through the dark places that lie ahead.
And what he did, it shock me.
Mostly I pour wine.
Murdered at his own wedding.
Greasy-haired little bastard, I bet.
three men abreast,
did you ever do anything remotely related to combat?
Eventually, your grandfather had to assign a septa to watch her at meals.
You knew exactly what he was.
Once I'm presentable, I'll call on the Septon immediately.
Ourselves alone.
Robert wasn't particularly rich.
Perhaps you should have stayed with him.
Dead like all the rest of your friends.
You could sail for Westeros and leave it all behind.
It appears my liberation of Slaver's Bay isn't going quite as planned.
We all live in its shadow and almost none of us know it.
He could be the first man who sits on that throne in 50 years to actually deserve it.
MAN: That's it, lad, put it inside.
We may be faced with an alarming number of weddings soon.
Yes. He wasn't, though, was he?
I've made it this far in the world without a squire.
You mustn't call me that in front of anyone else.
We had our wedding night many years ago.
- Not once, not ever. - (SHUSHING)
You counselled me against rashness once in Qarth.
A good, decent boy. He always has been.
You never love anything in the world the way you love your first child.
Once I'm presentable, I'll call on the Septon immediately.
candied almonds, custard.
He hasn't told you about the vile things they do with their bodies,
We may be faced with an alarming number of weddings soon.
Your handsome, arrogant, cruel Uncle Brandon.
Go on, get it over with, your list of doomed men.
Bloody ridiculous.
Do you think I'm easily shocked?
Your handsome, arrogant, cruel Uncle Brandon.
A memorable shade.
- Oh, I know he does. I'm so grateful. - Why?
The crown owes the Iron Bank of Braavos a tremendous amount of money.
You think I'd let my intended leave the Eyrie on urgent business
They're delicious.
They've never been more vulnerable.
A good, decent boy. He always has been.
So loud they'll hear me clear across the Narrow Sea.
A brilliant man feared throughout Westeros.
Most of them already drunk.
You like it rough, don't you?
It's not going to be a pleasant journey for you.
Hodor, get his knife. Cut me loose.
But I can't say it without turning sad.