Your Grace? A word, please, I beg you.
About your father. About the Mad King.
The "Mad King"? You're here to remind me of my enemies' lies? Consider me reminded.
Your Grace. I served in his Kingsguard. I was at his side from the first. Your enemies did not lie.
When the people rose in revolt against him, your father set their towns and castles aflame. He murdered sons in front of their fathers. He burned men alive with wildfire, and laughed as they screamed. And, his efforts to stamp out dissent led to a rebellion that killed every Targaryen, except two.
No, Your Grace. Thank the Gods. But the Mad King gave his enemies the justice he thought they deserved, and each time, it made him feel powerful and right...until the very end.
I will not have the Son of the Harpy executed without a fair trial.
We can't hold the North with terror alone.
We can't hold the North if we let these lesser Lords insult us.
I sent you there to collect taxes, not bodies.
Lord Cerwyn refused to pay. Said the Warden of the North would always be a Stark, and he'd be damned if he'd kiss a traitor's boot.
I flayed him living, along with his wife and brother. Made his son watch.
The new Lord Cerwyn paid his taxes.
I have something to tell you. Stop eating and listen. We don't have enough men to hold the North, if the other Houses rise up against us. Do you understand that?
Our pact with the Lannisters protects...
I had a pact with Tywin Lannister, and Tywin Lannister is dead. The remaining Lannisters are a thousand miles away, dealing with that fact. They've never once, in the history of the Seven Kingdoms, sent their army this far North. If you think they will for us, you're a fool. We've become a Great House, by entering into alliance with other Houses and parlaying those alliances into greater power. The best way to forge a lasting alliance, isn't by peeling a man's skin off. The best way is marriage. Now that you're a Bolton by Royal decree, it's high time you married a suitable bride. And as it happens, I've found the perfect girl to solidify our hold on the North.
Yes. Bit shabby, isn't it? You've been here before?
On my way down to King's Landing, with my father and Arya. Where are you taking me?
The Boltons have Winterfell. Your marriage proposal, it wasn't for you.
Roose Bolton murdered my brother! He betrayed my family!
He serves the Lannisters!
Always. You're a Stark. Dyeing your hair doesn't change that. You're Sansa Stark, eldest surviving child of Ned and Catelyn Stark. Your place is in the North.
I can't marry him. You can't make me! He's a traitor, a murderer.
You're not marrying Roose Bolton! No, you'll be marrying his son and heir, Ramsay. One day, he'll be Warden of the North, and you'll...
No, you can't make me! I will starve myself. I will die before I have to go there.
I won't force you to do anything. Don't you know, by now, how much I care about you? Say the word, and we'll turn the horses around. But listen to me. Listen. You've been running all your life. Terrible things have happened to your family, and you weep. You sit alone in a darkened room, mourning their fates. You've been a bystander to tragedy, from the day they executed your father. Stop being a bystander, d'you hear me? Stop running. There's no justice in the world, not unless we make it. You loved your family. Avenge them.
How did you end up serving Renly?
When I was a girl, my father held a ball. I'm his only living child, so he wanted to make a good match for me. He invited dozens of young Lords to Tarth. I didn't want to go, but he dragged me to the ballroom. And it was wonderful. None of the boys noticed how mulish and tall I was. They shoved each other and threatened to duel when they thought it was their turn to dance. And whispered in my ear, how they wanted to marry me and take me back to their castles. My father smiled at me, and I smiled at him. I had never been so happy...'till I saw a few of the boys snickering. And then, they all started to laugh; they couldn't keep the game going any longer. They were toying with me. "Brienne the Beauty", they called me. Great joke. And I realized I was the ugliest girl alive. A great, lumbering beast. I tried to run away, but Renly Baratheon took me in his arms. "Don't let them see your tears," he told me, "They're nasty little shits, and nasty little shits aren't worth crying over." He danced with me, and none of the other boys could say a word. Renly was the King's brother, after all.
But, wasn't he...Lord Tyrion said he was...
Yes, Pod, he liked men! I'm not an idiot. He didn't love me, he didn't want me. He danced with me because he was kind, and didn't want to see me hurt. He saved me from being a joke... from that day, until his last day. And I couldn't save him, in return. Nothing's more hateful than failing to protect the one you love. One day, I will avenge King Renly.
But you said a shadow murdered him. How do you fight a shadow?
A shadow with the face of Stannis Baratheon. I know it was Stannis. I know it in my heart. Stannis is a man, not a shadow, and a man can be killed.
Ser Alliser. You have more experience than any other Ranger at Castle Black. You proved your valor many times over, while defending the Wall from the Wildling attack. I name you First Ranger. Lord Janos. I'm giving you command of Greyguard.
Yes, the fort is in a sorry state. Restore it as best you can. First builder Yarwick can spare ten men.
I was charged with the defense of King's Landing when you were soiling your swaddling-clothes. Keep your ruin.
All right, all right! Enough of that!
You mistake me, my Lord. That was a command, not an offer. Pack your arms and armor, say your farewells, and ride for Greyguard.
I will not go meekly off to freeze and die. Give it to one of the fools who cast a stone for you! I will not have it! Do you hear me, boy? I will not have it!
Are you refusing to obey my order?
You can stick your order up your bastard arse.
Take Lord Janos outside. Olly, bring me my sword.
[At King's Landing, Cersei seeks out the one called High Sparrow and comes across an elderly man along the way, serving food to the poor...]
A young man said I'd find the High Sparrow back here. Where is he?
EMElderly man
High Sparrow? Sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? Like Lord Duckling or King Turtle. Still, it's meant to. We're often stuck with the names our enemies give to us. The notion that we're all equal in the eyes of the Seven doesn't sit well with some, so they belittle me. [to the poor] Seven blessings to you, my dear. [to Cersei] It's only a name. Quite an easy burden to bear. Far easier than hers.
[Noticing High Sparrow's bare feet] Why no shoes?
Because I gave them away to someone who needed them more. We all do that. It stops us from forgetting what we really are.
Is that why you came to King's Landing? To remind everyone?
Everyone? Hard enough job reminding myself. Well, I tell them no one's special and they think I'm special for telling them so.
It would be comforting to believe that, wouldn't it? Have the gods sent you here to tempt me? I hope not. I had assumed, you'd only come here to arrest me for that incident with the High Septon.
An unacceptable way to treat the chosen representative of the gods in this world, wouldn't you say?
Hypocrisy is a boil. Lancing a boil is never pleasant. Although they could have been more careful with the blade.
The High Septon came to speak to me today. He doesn't want me to arrest you. He wants me to execute you.
I wouldn't presume to know your thoughts on the matter.
My thoughts on the matter are in line with your own. The High Septon's behavior was corrosive, as was his attitude. Having a man like that reside in the sept eats away at the faith from the inside. So now he resides in the Red Keep dungeons instead. The faith and the crown are the two pillars that hold up this world. One collapses, so does the other. We must do everything necessary to protect one another.
SBShireen Baratheon
Just bored.
My father used to tell me that boredom indicates a lack of inner resources.
SBShireen Baratheon
Were you bored a lot, too?
I know Castle Black is no place for a child, but I...
SBShireen Baratheon
I like it. I thought I'd be left at home. I know Mother didn't want to bring me.
SBShireen Baratheon
She told me, "I don't want to bring you."
She shouldn't have said that.
SBShireen Baratheon
Are you ashamed of me, Father?
When you were an infant, a Dornish trader landed on Dragonstone. His goods were junk except for one wooden doll. He'd even sewn a dress on it in the colors of our House. No doubt he'd heard of your birth and assumed new fathers were easy targets. I still remember how you smiled when I put that doll in your cradle. How you pressed it to your cheek. By the time we burnt the doll, it was too late. I was told you would die. Or worse, the grayscale would go slow. Let you grow just enough to know the world before taking it away from you. Everyone advised me to send you to the ruins of Valyria to live out your short life with the Stone Men, before the sickness spread to the castle. I told them all to go to hell. I called in every maester on this side of the world. Every healer, every apothecary. They stopped the disease and saved your life. Because you did not belong across the world with the bloody Stone Men. You are the Princess Shireen of House Baratheon. And you are my daughter.
Prince Doran will weep for your father, but nothing else. We must avenge Oberyn ourselves.
Without Doran, we have no army to march against the Lannisters.
We don't need an army to start a war. Queen Cersei loves her children, and we have one of them.
[Nymeria flicks her bullwhip, flipping over a bucket to reveal a gagged prisoner buried up to his neck in the sand, with scorpions crawling over him]
A ship's captain who found me in Planky Town, claiming he had information to sell. He told me he smuggled Jaime Lannister into Dorne.
He's come for Myrcella. If he gets to her before we do, we lose our only chance for revenge. You must choose: Doran's way, and peace... or my way, and war.
TSTyene Sand
I'm with you. Always.
Nym? [after a pause, Nymeria nods] Obara?
When I was a child, Oberyn came to take me to court. I'd never seen this man, and yet, he called himself my father. My mother wept, said I was too young... and a girl. Oberyn tossed his spear at my feet and said, "Girl or boy, we fight our battles. But the Gods let us choose our weapons." My father pointed to the spear, and then to my mother's tears. [yanks the spear out of the sand, twirls it expertly, then throws it, impaling their captive through the head] I made my choice long ago.
Come with us when we ride south. None of us know the castle as well as you do. Its hidden tunnels, its weaknesses, its people. Winterfell was your home once. Don't you want to chase the rats out of it?
Castle Black is my home now. The Night's Watch take no part in the wars of the Seven Kingdoms.
There's only one war. Life against death. Come. Let me show you what you're fighting for.
You're gonna show me some visions in the fire. Forgive me my lady, I don't trust in visions.
No visions. No magic. Just life. [she pulls his hand under her robe] Do you feel my heart beating? There's power in you, you resist it and that's your mistake. Embrace it. The Lord of Light made us male and female. Two parts of a greater whole. You're not joining this power. Power to make life, power to make light, and power to cast shadows.
I don't think Stannis would like that very much.
Then we shouldn't tell him.
I swore a vow. I loved another.
The dead don't need lovers. Only the living.
I know. But I still love her.
[Goes to the door before she turns back to Jon] "You know nothing, Jon Snow."
[Sansa is standing before the tomb of her aunt Lyanna in the Stark family crypt at Winterfell.]
I thought I might find you here. Your aunt Lyanna.
Father never talked about her. But sometimes I'd find him down here lighting the candles. He'd say she was beautiful.
I saw her once. I was a boy living with your mother's family. Lord Whent had a great tourney at Harrenhall. Everyone was there. The Mad King, your father, Robert Baratheon. And Lyanna...she was already promised to Robert. You can imagine what it was like for me, a boy from nowhere with nothing to his name, watching these legendary men tilting at the lists. The last two riders were Barristan Selmy and Rhaegar Targaryen. When Rhaegar won, everyone cheered for their prince. I remember the girls laughing when he took off his helmet and saw that silver hair. How handsome he was. Until he rode right past his wife Elia Martell, and all the smiles died. I had never seen so many people so quiet. He rode past his wife and he lay a crown of winter roses in Lyanna's lap. Blue with frost. How many tens of thousands had to die because Rhaegar chose your aunt?
Yes he chose her. And then he kidnapped her and raped her.
Come. Let's speak somewhere the dead can't hear us.
Why are we on a merchant ship? Why no Lannister sails?
This ship's sailing to Oldtown. We'll get off earlier, not far from Sunspear. Row ourselves to the Dornish shores in the night.
I have. The Dornish are crazy. All they want to do is fight and fuck, fuck and fight.
You should be happy to go back then.
There's nothing like a good fight to get you in the mood for fucking. And there's nothing like a fuck-mad Dornish girl to clear your head for the next fight. It's how the two work together. And we're gonna do a lot of fighting, I am sure. Well, I am. But I don't imagine we'll get to stick around for the rest. Not after we've kidnapped their princess.
We are not kidnapping their princess. We are rescuing my niece, bringing her back to the family.
[to Sansa] I heard you two had been reunited. A fitting place for it. I like to imagine the last time you spoke was in this very room. Are you still angry with him after he...what he did? Don't worry. The North remembers. I punished him for it. He's not Ironborn anymore. He's not Theon Greyjoy anymore. He's a new man. A new person anyway. Aren't you, Reek?
That's his new name. Reek.
Because Reek has something to say to you. Don't you, Reek?
[Ramsay gestures Theon to come closer to the table, which he does.]
An apology? Apologize to Lady Sansa for what you did. Apologize for murdering her two brothers.
Look at her, Reek. An apology doesn't mean anything if you're not looking the person in the eye.
There! Over and done with it. Doesn't everyone feel better? I do. [Sansa wipes away a tear.] That was getting very tense. [Theon walks away from the table in shame.] You know what, my lady? What with him having murdered your brothers and the rest of your family gone, Reek here is the nearest thing to living kin that you have left. Reek! You will give away the bride. Someone has to. What better person? Good? [To Roose] Good?
Walda and I have some good news as well. Since we're all together.
WBWalda Bolton
[smiles] We're going to have a baby!
[Ramsay's smile quickly fades.]
From the way she's carrying, Maester Wolkan says it looks like a boy.
That she's pregnant. I mean...how can you tell?
Maester Wolkan has assured us beyond all doubt.
So...how did you manage it?
I imagine you're familiar with the procedure.
Of course but how did you...find it?
You disgraced yourself at dinner. Parading that creature before the Stark girl.
You're worried about your position?
My position is quite clear. I'm your son. Until a better alternative comes along.
You've never asked me about your mother.
Why would I? She had me, she died. And here we are.
She was a peasant girl. Pretty in a common sort of way. She was a miller's wife. Apparently they had married without my knowledge or consent. So I had him hanged, and I took her beneath the tree where he was swaying. She fought me the whole time. She was lucky I didn't hang her too. A year later she came to my gates with a squalling baby in her arms. A baby she claimed was mine. I nearly had her whipped, and the child thrown in the river. But then I looked at you, and I saw then what I see now. You are my son.
