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Lord, cast your light upon us.

Lord of Light, defend us.

Show us the truth.

Strike this man down
if he is guilty.

Give strength to his sword
if he is true.

Lord of Light, give us wisdom.

For the night is dark

and full of terrors.

For the night is
dark and full of terrors.

Get back.

Guilty. Guilty. Guilty.

Guilty. Guilty.
Guilty.

Guilty.
Guilty. Guilty.

Guilty. Guilty.
Guilty.

Kill him!

Lord, cast your light
upon this man, your servant.

Bring him back
from death and darkness.

His flame has been
extinguished.

Restore it.

For the night is
dark and full of terrors.

- Lord, cast...
- Arya, don't!

Bring him back
from death and darkness...

No!

Let go of me!
Let me go!

Looks like their god likes me
more than your butcher's boy.

Burn in hell!

He will.

But not today.

Orell says there are crows
patrolling on the Wall.

Tell me what you know.

There are four
to a patrol...

Two builders to check
for structural damage,

two rangers to watch
for enemies.

How often do these
patrols go out?

It varies.

If I knew where on the Wall we
were heading, I could tell you.

You'd like to know that.

There are 19 castles
guarding the Wall.

How many are manned?

Three.

You sure of that?

Which three?

Castle Black.

Aye, Castle Black.

Everyone knows Castle Black.

Which others?

Eastwatch-by-the-Sea

and the Shadow Tower.

How many men remain
in Castle Black?

- 1,000.
- Liar.

What happens to your eagle
after I kill you?

Does he drift away like a
kite with his strings cut

or does he just flop
dead to the ground?

He's no crow.

Just 'cause you want him inside
you don't make him one of us.

I'm not afraid of you.

I like you, boy.

But if you lie to me,

I'll pull your guts out
through your throat.

1,000 men.

We'll find out soon enough.

I don't need you to protect me.

Of course you do.

Who stopped Rattleshirt when he
was about to cut your throat?

Who vouched for you with Mance?

It seems you owe me a debt.

- Give it back.
- Well, I stole it.

It's mine. If you want
it, come steal it back.

Ygritte!

Ygritte!

Ygritte!
Seven hells.

Ygritte!

Is Orell right?

Are you still a crow?

It's time you proved yourself.

Ygritte.

You swore some vows.

I want you to break 'em.

I want you to see me.

All of me.

We shouldn't.

We should.

Why are you still dressed?

You know nothing,
Jon Sno...

That thing you did

with your mouth...

Is that what lords do to
their ladies in the South?

I don't know.

I just wanted to kiss
you there is all.

Hmm.

You seemed to like it.

Aye, I liked it some.

Who taught you that?

There's been no one else.
Only you.

A maid.

You were a maid.

I was a man
of the Night's Watch.

How about you?
Were you a maid?

What do you think?

- Who was he?
- Just a boy.

He came trading
with his brothers.

He had red hair like me.
Kissed by fire.

But...

he was weak.

Not like you.

That was the first one.

Then there was this Thenn boy.

Spoke no Common, but gods,
he was built like a mammoth.

Yeah, thanks.
I think I've heard enough.

We'd best get back.

Tormund...

I'm not done with you yet.

How long's it been
since you had a bath?

Let's not go back.

Let's stay here a while longer.

I don't ever want to leave
this cave, Jon Snow.

Not ever.

I want my gold.

It says it clearly
right there on that note

you'll be repaid in full
when the war is over.

Piss on that!
You're nothing but thieves.

We're outlaws.
Outlaws steal.

You're lucky
we didn't kill you.

Come try it, archer.

I'll shove those arrows
up your ass.

You can't let him go. He's a murderer.
He's guilty.

- Not in the eyes of god.
- You can't!

Enough! The judgment
isn't ours to make.

Go in peace, Sandor Clegane.

The Lord of Light
isn't done with you yet.

Riders coming through!

The Kingslayer.

Down!

On your knees.

Lord Bolton, I give you
the Kingslayer.

Pick him up, Locke.

You've lost a hand.

No, my lord, he has it here.

- Take this away.
- Send it to his father?

You'll hold your tongue
unless you want to lose it.

Cut her free.
Apologies, my lady.

You're under my protection now.

Thank you, my lord.

Find suitable rooms
for our guests.

We'll speak later.

Lord Bolton.

Is there word from the capital?

You haven't heard?

Stannis Baratheon laid siege
to King's Landing.

Sailed into Blackwater Bay.

Stormed the gates
with thousands of men.

And your sister...

How can I put this?

Your sister...

is alive and well.

Your father's forces prevailed.

Ser Jaime isn't well.

Take him to Qyburn.

- Will I die?
- No.

The corruption has spread.

I fear it must be cut away.

The safest course would be
to take the whole arm off.

Then you'll die.

You're no maester.

Where's your chain?

The Citadel stripped me of it.

They found some
of my experiments

too bold.

I can leave your upper arm,
make the cut at your elbow.

I don't need my right hand
to kill you.

I can take away
the rotting flesh

and try and burn out
the corruption

- with boiling wine.
- Mmm.

With any luck,
that will suffice.

You'll need milk of the poppy.

- No milk of the poppy.
- There will be pain.

- I'll scream.
- Quite a bit of pain.

I'll scream loudly.

Lord Baelish.

Your Grace.

I wonder if I might
ask you for a favor.

Of course, Your Grace.

I have reason to believe
that House Tyrell

do not hold the crown's
best interests at heart.

I see. And have you shared these
suspicions with Lord Tywin?

My father's a practical man.
He appreciates facts.

Myself, I often
find them a hindrance.

And he appreciates those who aid
his family, as you well know.

He's almost as generous
to those who help us

as he is unpleasant
towards those who don't.

You have a good working
relationship with the Tyrells.

I thought you might look into it
before you leave the capital.

- I shall do my best.
- Thank you.

And your best will prove better than
when I asked you to locate Arya Stark?

I assure you that it will.

Gods, boy, that's enough.
We're not in a tavern.

- Pardon, my lady.
- No need to speak.

Are there any figs?
Fetch some.

I always take figs
midafternoon.

They help move the bowels.

To what do I owe this summons?

Thank you for seeing me,
my lady.

I had hoped we might discuss
a few financial matters.

I climbed all those steps to
discuss financial matters?

It's the royal wedding.

I'm told you had a hand
in planning it.

Naturally.

It's shaping up to be
a very involved affair.

The word extravagant
has been used.

What good
is the word extravagant

if it can't be used
to describe a royal wedding?

- I understand that.
- Good.

But, as Master of Coin,
it falls upon me

to calculate the cost
for the crown.

As of now, it's a huge expense.

And?

And we're at war, Lady Olenna.

Oh, I'd nearly forgotten.

Yes, and maintaining
supply lines...

I can't think
how it slipped my mind.

What is it, 12,000 infantrymen

the Tyrell family has supplied?

1,800 mounted lances.

2,000 in support.

Provisions so this city
might survive the winter.

A million bushels of wheat.

Half a million bushels each
of barley, oats, and rye.

20,000 head of cattle.

50,000 sheep.

You don't have to lecture me
about wartime expenses.

I'm quite familiar with them.

And we are so grateful
for your contributions

which are necessary for the
preservation of the realm.

As is a royal wedding.

The people are hungry
for more than just food.

They crave distractions.

And if we don't provide them,
they'll create their own.

And their distractions
are likely to end

with us being torn to pieces.

A royal wedding is much safer.

- Wouldn't you say?
- I would.

And traditionally paid for

by the royal family.

I was told you were
drunk, impertinent,

and thoroughly debauched.

You can imagine
my disappointment

at finding nothing but a
browbeaten bookkeeper.

Where did you go
for them, Volantis?

- My lady...
- Oh, very well.

I won't have it said
that House Tyrell

refuses to play its part.

We'll pay for half the expenses

and the celebrations
will go on as planned.

- Is that sufficient?
- Quite sufficient. Thank you.

Very good, then. That's settled.
Good day.

Give me that.

What are you doing?

Just mending
Lord Beric's armor.

Why?

I'm going to stay on
and smith for the Brotherhood.

Have you lost your mind?

When the Lannisters find this place,
you think they'll spare the smiths?

They'll cave your head in
with your own helmet.

The Lannisters wanted to kill me long
before I joined the Brotherhood.

You don't have to do this.

I want to.

They need good men.

Robb needs good men, too.
We're leaving tomorrow.

- And then you...
- What? Serve him?

I've served men my entire life.

I served Master Mott
at King's Landing

and he sold me to the Watch.

I served Lord Tywin
at Harrenhal,

wondering every day if I'd
get tortured or killed.

I'm done serving.

You just said you were
serving Lord Beric.

He may be their leader,
but they chose him.

These men are brothers.
They're a family.

I've never had a family.

I can be your family.

You wouldn't be my family.

You'd be "my lady."

Willem.

Willem!

- Is this a rescue?
- Lannister filth! Take him!

Please, I didn't do anything.
I'm just a squire.

Please...

Bring them in.

Is that all of them?

It took five of you to
murder two unarmed squires?

Not murder, Your Grace.

Vengeance.

Vengeance?

Those boys didn't
kill your sons.

I saw Harrion die on the
battlefield and Torrhen...

Was strangled
by the Kingslayer.

- They were his kin.
- They were boys!

Look at them.

Tell your mother
to look at them.

She killed them as much as I.

My mother had nothing
to do with this.

This was your treason.

It's treason
to free your enemies.

In war, you kill your enemies.

Did your father
not teach you that, boy?

Leave him.

Aye.

Leave me to the king.

He wants to give me a scolding
before he sets me free.

That's how he deals
with treason.

Our King in the North.

Or should I call him

the King Who Lost the North?

Escort Lord Karstark
to the dungeon.

Hang the rest.

Mercy, sire!
I didn't kill anyone.

I only watched for the guards.

This one was only the watcher.

Hang him last so he can
watch the others die.

Please! Please, no.
They made me do it!

They made me!
They made me!

Word of this
can't leave Riverrun.

They were Tywin
Lannister's nephews.

The Lannisters pay their debts.

They never stop
talking about it.

Would you make me a liar
as well as a murderer?

It wouldn't be lying.

We will bury them
and remain silent

until the war is done.

I'm not fighting for justice

if I don't serve justice
to murderers in my ranks,

no matter how highborn.

He has to die.

The Karstarks are Northmen.

They won't forgive
the killing of their lord.

Your mother's right.

If you do this, the
Karstarks will abandon you.

You tended to their wounds.

You brought them supper.
Now they're dead.

And more boys will keep dying
until this war is over.

You need Karstark men
to end it.

Spare his life.
Keep him as a hostage.

A hostage.

Tell the Karstarks that as
long as they remain loyal,

he will not be harmed.

The blood of the First Men
flows through my veins

as much as yours, boy.

I fought the Mad King
for your father.

I fought Joffrey for you.

We are kin...

Stark and Karstark.

That didn't stop you
from betraying me.

And it won't save you now.

I don't want it to save me.

I want it to haunt you
to the end of your days.

Kneel, my lord.

Rickard Karstark,

Lord of Karhold,

here in sight of gods and
men, I sentence you to die.

Would you speak a final word?

Kill me and be cursed.

You are no king of mine.

Joffrey.

Cersei.

Ilyn Payne.

Ser Meryn.

The Hound.

What are you
going to do with me?

At first light
we'll ride for Riverrun.

Your brother's there now.

He'll make a contribution
to our cause

and you can go home.

I'm a hostage
and you're selling me.

Don't think of it that way.

- But it is that way.
- It is.

- And it isn't.
- More is than isn't.

Beric admired your father
a great deal, you know.

He wanted to refuse
your ransom altogether.

- So why don't you?
- We need the gold.

Do I frighten you, child?

No.

You're angry with me.

And I don't blame you.

But letting him go
was the right thing.

I have more reason than most
to want him hanged.

- I thought he killed you.
- He did.

But how...?

Thoros...

how many times
have you brought me back?

It's the Lord of Light
brings you back.

I'm just the lucky drunk
who says the words.

- How many times?
- Five, I think.

No, this makes six.

Six.

There was the first time...
The Mountain.

Show her.

Lance right through the chest.

Then I was stabbed
in the belly.

Then it was an arrow
in the back.

And that axe in the side.

Then the Lannisters caught me
and executed me for treason.

Was it a hanging
or a dagger in the eye?

Both.
Fuckers couldn't decide.

And the Hound makes six.

Second time I've been
killed by a Clegane.

You'd think you'd learn.

It's not getting
any easier, you know.

I know.

Every time I come back,

I'm a bit less.

Pieces of you get chipped away.

Could you bring back
a man without a head?

Not six times.
Just once.

I don't think it works
that way, child.

He was a good man, Ned Stark.

He's at rest now, somewhere.

I would never wish
my life upon him.

I would.

You're alive.

Lord, cast your light upon me.

Protect me in the darkness.

Burn away my sins.

Help me serve you.

Use me as you will.

For the night is dark

and full of terrors.

I have prayed day and night
for you to come to me.

My lady.

I meant to come sooner.

- The battle...
- I know of your troubles, my king.

The Lady Melisandre
has told me everything.

Yes, of course.

You mustn't despair.
Your claim is true.

- You will be victorious.
- I believed that once.

You are the one god's champion

and the finest man
I've ever known.

Selyse.

I've broken a sacred vow.

I've sinned.

- No.
- I've wronged you.

- I have shamed you.
- You're doing god's work.

You don't understand.

The Red Woman...

The Lady Melisandre...

I know, Stannis.

The Lady Melisandre
has told me everything.

No act done in service
of the Lord of Light

can ever be a sin.

When she told me,

I wept with joy.

Oh, my sweet boys.

Petyr, Tommard,

Edric.

I thank god every day

for bringing Melisandre to us.

She gave you a son.

I gave you...

- nothing.
- That's not true.

So you've come
to see her as well?

There is no need.

You must keep away
from such distractions.

She's my daughter.

I want to see her.

You are a king.

You don't need my permission.

♪ Under the sea ♪

♪ I know, I know ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ The birds have scales ♪

♪ And the fish take wing ♪

♪ I know, I know ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh... ♪

Shireen.

Father!

You've grown
since I last saw you.

Mother said you fought
in a battle.

Did you win?

No.

Did the Onion Knight
come back with you?

He did.

He fought bravely.

He hasn't come to visit me.

He said he'd bring me back a
present from the capital.

He won't be visiting, child.

Why not?
He's my friend.

Look.

He made this for me.

But don't tell Mother
I have it.

It's a secret.

Mother doesn't like
the Onion Knight.

Ser Davos is a traitor.

He's rotting in a dungeon
cell for his crime.

Best forget him.

Not so hard.
You'll scrub the skin off.

What are you doing here?

I need a bath.

Help me out of these rags.

Now get out.

There's another tub.

This one suits me fine.

Don't worry.
I'm not interested.

If I faint, pull me out.

I don't intend to be the first
Lannister to die in a bathtub.

Why should I care how you die?

You swore a solemn vow,
remember?

You're supposed to get me to
King's Landing in one piece.

Not going so well, is it?

No wonder Renly died
with you guarding him.

That was unworthy.
Forgive me.

You protected me
better than most...

- Don't you mock me.
- I'm apologizing.

I'm sick of fighting.

Let's call a truce.

You need trust to have a truce.

I trust you.

There it is.
There's the look.

I've seen it for 17 years

on face after face.

You all despise me.

Kingslayer.

Oathbreaker.

A man without honor.

You've heard of wildfire?

Of course.

The Mad King
was obsessed with it.

He loved to watch people burn,

the way their skin
blackened and blistered

and melted off their bones.

He burned lords he didn't like.

He burned Hands
who disobeyed him.

He burned anyone
who was against him.

Before long, half the
country was against him.

Aerys saw traitors everywhere.

So he had his pyromancer
place caches of wildfire

all over the city...

Beneath the Sept of Baelor

and the slums of Flea Bottom.

Under houses, stables, taverns.

Even beneath
the Red Keep itself.

Finally,

the day of reckoning came.

Robert Baratheon
marched on the capital

after his victory
at the Trident.

But my father arrived first

with the whole Lannister
army at his back,

promising to defend the city
against the rebels.

I knew my father
better than that.

He's never been one
to pick the losing side.

I told the Mad King as much.

I urged him
to surrender peacefully.

But the king didn't
listen to me.

He didn't listen to Varys
who tried to warn him.

But he did listen
to Grand Maester Pycelle,

that grey, sunken cunt.

"You can trust
the Lannisters," he said.

"The Lannisters
have always been

true friends
of the crown."

So we opened the gates

and my father sacked the city.

Once again, I came to the king,

begging him to surrender.

He told me to...

bring him my father's head.

Then he...

turned to his pyromancer.

"Burn them all," he said.

"Burn them in their homes.

Burn them
in their beds."

Tell me, if your precious Renly

commanded you to kill
your own father

and stand by while
thousands of men,

women, and children
burned alive,

would you have done it?

Would you have
kept your oath then?

First, I killed the pyromancer.

And then when the king
turned to flee,

I drove my sword into his back.

"Burn them all,"
he kept saying.

"Burn them all."

I don't think
he expected to die.

He... he meant to...

burn with the rest of us

and rise again,

reborn as a dragon

to turn his enemies to ash.

I slit his throat to make sure
that didn't happen.

That's where Ned Stark
found me.

If this is true...

why didn't you tell anyone?

Why didn't you tell Lord Stark?

Stark?

You think

the honorable Ned Stark

wanted to hear my side?

He judged me guilty

the moment he set eyes on me.

By what right does the wolf

judge the lion?

- By what right?
- Help! Help!

The Kingslayer!

Jaime.

My name is Jaime.

Onion Knight.

Ser Onion Knight.

Princess? Gods, what
are you doing here?

- Shh, you'll wake Bert.
- Bert?

He's the fat one.
He's on guard duty tonight.

He likes to drink wine
and sleep a lot.

Go back to your room. You're
not supposed to be here.

- If your father knew...
- He said you were a traitor.

Are you?

I am, child.

I disobeyed my king,
your father,

and now I'm paying the price.

I don't care.
You're my friend.

You must get bored down here.

I brought you
something to read.

It's about Aegon
and his dragons.

Aegon used to live here.
Did you know that?

- And the Targaryens built this castle.
- Aye.

- So they did.
- You can hide the book under your cloak.

It's a good one.
I'll bring you more.

Thank you, my lady.
I'm sure it's a fine book,

but it's wasted on me.

Take it.
I have more.

My lady, I can't read
the words.

You can't?

I'll teach you. I'll come when
Bert's on duty and teach you.

- No. No. No.
- It's easy. It'll be fun.

- Go. We can't.
- Why not?

What will they do,
lock us in cells?

I wouldn't know where to start.

At the beginning.

This word is Aegon.

When you see A, E, and G
together like that,

it sounds like egg.

And the title of the whole book

is "An History
of Aegon the Conqueror"

and His Conquest
of Westeros."

It was a
bitch of a siege.

Mm, you were first through
the breach at Pyke?

The second. Thoros of
Myr went in alone,

waving that
flaming sword of his.

Thoros of Myr.
Bloody madman.

Robert knighted you
after the battle?

Proudest moment of my life.

One knee in the dust, the
king's sword on my shoulder,

listening to the words.

"In the name of the Warrior,
I charge you to be brave."

All I could think of
was how badly I had to piss.

In full plate
metal for 16 hours.

Never occurred to me
till the fighting was over.

I was very nearly the first man
knighted to piss on the king's boots.

Robert would have laughed.

He was a good man,
a great warrior.

And a terrible king.

I burned away my years
fighting for terrible kings.

- You swore an oath.
- Yes.

And a man of honor
keeps his vows,

even if he's serving
a drunk or a lunatic.

Just once in my life
before it's over,

I want to know what it's
like to serve with pride,

to fight for someone
I believe in.

Do you believe in her?

With all my heart.

These are the ones?

Yes, khaleesi.
The officers.

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All Unsullied boys
are given new names

when they are cut...

Grey Worm, Red Flea, Black Rat.

Names that remind them
what they are...

Vermin.

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King Robert
wanted her dead.

Of course he wanted her dead.

She's a Targaryen.
The last Targaryen.

I suppose no one on the small
council could speak sense to him.

- I didn't sit on the small council.
- No?

Doesn't the Lord Commander of
the Kingsguard traditionally...

Traditionally, yes,
but I killed a dozen

of Robert's friends
during his rebellion.

He didn't want advice
on how to govern

from a man who had fought
for the Mad King.

Can't say I minded much.

I always hated the politics.

Yeah, I imagine I would, too.

Hours spent jabbering
about backstabbings

- and betrayals the world over.
- Mm-hmm.

Still, she'll have
to wade through that muck

if she wants to rule
the Seven Kingdoms.

She'll have good men
around her to advise her,

men with experience.

Which men do you have in mind?

Forgive me, Ser Jorah,
for what I'm about to say,

but your reputation in Westeros
has suffered over the years.

It suffered for a reason.

I sold men into slavery.

I don't know if your
presence by her side

will help our cause
when we go home.

Our cause?

Forgive me, Ser
Barristan, but I was busy

defending the khaleesi against
King Robert's assassins

while you were still
bowing to the man.

We both want her to rule.
Am I wrong?

You only joined us
a few days ago.

I can't speak
to your intentions.

If we're truly
her loyal servants,

we will do whatever
needs to be done,

no matter the cost,
no matter our pride.

You're not Lord Commander here.

You're just another exile.

And I take my orders
from the queen.

- Come to bed.
- You were right.

The Karstarks are gone.

Almost half our forces.

Tywin Lannister knows what he
needs to do to make us unravel.

Nothing.

Only wait.

Don't let him.

What can I do?

Attack King's Landing?

There's nothing
he'd like better.

He'd crush us in a day.

We could ride north.

Take your land back
from the Greyjoys.

- Wait out the winter.
- Winter could last five years.

Once my bannermen
are home again,

sitting by the fire,
surrounded by their families,

warm and safe, they'll
never ride south again.

When I gathered
my lords together,

we had a purpose, a mission.

Now we're like a band
of bickering children.

Give them a new purpose.

What?

Oh, I don't know.

I don't even know
where Winterfell is.

Here.

And we're here.
King's Landing...

What is it?

I can't force them
to meet us in the field

and I can't attack them
where they're strongest,

but I can attack them
where they're not.

And Casterly Rock
can't run away.

I'm going to take
their home away from them.

Can you do it?

I need men to replace the
Karstarks who marched home.

There is only one person
in this kingdom

with that kind of army who hasn't
already sided with the Lannisters.

The man whose daughter
I was supposed to marry...

Walder Frey.

He's such a splendid fighter.

Do you have any idea
when we might...

I'll plant the seed as soon
as Joffrey and I are married.

It should grow quickly.

Joffrey won't let me leave.

He's got too many reasons
to keep me here.

And only one to let you go.

Because it will please me.

Squire!

Well fought, ser.

That was no fight.
I don't know you.

Olyver, if it please you.

I should like to see you spar
with a proper partner, ser.

How did you know?

Know what?

That I wanted to.

My lord...

I'll have you know
I'm to be married soon

and even my intended
hasn't the slightest notion.

They rarely do,
in my experience.

You have a good deal
of experience, do you?

With the husbands.

That didn't take long.

Well, it took long enough.

It seems our Knight of Flowers
is engaged to be wed.

Is he?

And...

who's the lucky girl?

She may not be
the grandest ship in the world

or the fastest,

but she's mine.

I've always wanted a ship.

Now I want a dozen.

- Strange, isn't it?
- What is?

It doesn't matter what we want,

once we get it,

then we want something else.

Your hair is different.

Is it?

Lady Margaery
wears it that way.

Many ladies wear it this way.

I have good news.

I'll be leaving the city soon.

You still want me
to come with you?

It's not a question
of what I want.

It's what you want.

You want to go home, don't you?

Of course.
More than anything.

But maybe it would
be better to wait.

I've been thinking
how dangerous it would be.

Not just for me, but for you.

You've been so kind.

I'd feel terrible if
anything happened to you.

I can't tell you
how touched I am

by your concern for my welfare.

I hope you know that
I'm your friend, Sansa.

Your true friend.

I do, Lord Baelish.

- Petyr.
- Petyr.

If you wish to stay,

then of course you will stay.

We'll speak again
when I return.

You're late.

What's she doing here?

Our business concerns her, too.

Sit.

You'll be pleased to learn

that after one conversation
with Olenna Tyrell,

I've saved the crown

hundreds of thousands
on this wedding.

Never mind that now.

We have something
important to discuss.

I'm Master of Coin.
Saving money is important.

Stop that.

You're making me uncomfortable.

Your sister has learned that
your new friends the Tyrells

are plotting to marry
Sansa Stark to Ser Loras.

Very well.

She's a lovely girl.

Missing some of Loras'
favorite bits,

but I'm sure they'll make do.

- Your jokes are not appreciated.
- It wasn't my best, but...

I bring them into the royal fold
and this is how they repay me,

by trying to steal the key to
the North out from under me.

Sansa is the key to the North?

I seem to remember
she has an older brother.

The Karstarks
have marched home.

The young wolf has lost half his army.
His days are numbered.

Theon Greyjoy murdered
both his brothers.

That makes Sansa Stark
the heir to Winterfell.

And I am not about to hand
her over to the Tyrells.

The Tyrell army is
helping us to win this war.

Do you really think
it's wise to refuse them?

There's nothing to refuse.
This is a plot.

Plots are not public knowledge.

And the Tyrells
won't carry this one out

until after Joffrey's wedding.

We need to act first and
kill this union in its crib.

And how do we do that?

We find Sansa Stark
a different husband.

- Wonderful.
- Yes, it is.

You can't mean it.

I can and I do.

Joffrey has made this
poor girl's life miserable

since the day he took
her father's head.

Now she's finally free of
him and you give her to me?

That's cruel even for you.

Do you intend
on mistreating her?

The girl's happiness
is not my concern,

- nor should it be yours.
- She's a child!

She's flowered, I assure you. She
and I have discussed it at length.

There, you see? You will wed her,
bed her, and put a child in her.

- Surely you're capable of that.
- And if I refuse?

You wanted to be rewarded
for your valor in battle.

Sansa Stark is a finer reward than
you could ever dare hope for.

And it is past time
you were wed.

I was wed.

Or don't you remember?

Only too well.

You should be
thanking the gods for this.

This is more than you deserve.

Tyrion will do as he's bid.

As will you.

What do you mean?

You'll marry Ser Loras.

- I will not.
- The boy is heir to Highgarden.

Tyrion will secure the North,
you will secure the Reach.

- No, I won't do it.
- Yes, you will.

You're still fertile. You need
to marry again and breed.

I am Queen Regent,
not some broodmare.

You're my daughter!

You will do as I command

and you will marry Loras Tyrell

and put an end
to the disgusting rumors

about you once and for all.

Father, don't make me
do it again, please.

Not another word.

My children.

You've disgraced the Lannister
name for far too long.