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What are they oing with the boies?

Get back to work.

No. I've been here for weeks.

I'm not scrubbing one more corpse

until you tell me why I'm oing it.

You will know why.

- When? - When it's time, not before.

Get back to work.

When o I get to play the game?

Game?

The game. The Game of Faces.

You trie alreay. You faile.

I in't even know I was playing.

Who are you?

No one.

Get back to work.

Who are you?

What are you oing here? How i you get here?

I'm from Westeros just like you.

aughter of a lor just like you.

Except I was an only chil.

Heir to his fortune.

My mother ie.

My father remarrie an his new wife

gave birth to a girl.

My stepmother in't want any rivals for her precious aughter,

so she trie to kill me with poison.

I foun out.

Sought help from the Faceless Men.

An my father was wiowe again.

I've been serving them ever since.

Was that true or a lie?

What?

i you believe every wor I sai?

Get back to work.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Arya.

An where i you come from?

Westeros.

My family home is Winterfell.

I'm the youngest aughter of a great lor,

Ear Stark.

He ie in battle.

A lie.

After he was execute, I fle the capital.

Ha to kill a stable boy.

rove my swor through his back.

A lie.

I stabbe him in the gut.

I trie to fin my mother an brother,

but I never i.

They were murere by Waler Frey.

An outlaw kinappe me, a man calle Polliver.

A man calle the Houn. Sanor Clegane.

He trie to sell me, but was woune in a fight.

He begge me to kill him, but I wouln't.

I left him in the mountains to ie.

I wante him to suffer. I hate him.

I hate him.

That's not a lie!

A girl lies to me,

to the Many-Face Go, to herself.

oes she truly want to be no one?

Yes.

I'm not playing this stupi game anymore!

We never stop playing.

So, those villages we were suppose to fin?

We can't live on berries an roots.

I can.

You're not hungry?

Of course I'm hungry.

You're an awful travelling companion, o you know that?

Possibly the least charming man I've ever met.

I'm not your travelling companion.

We are travelling together in each other's company, therefore...

o you ever shut up?

I saile from King's Laning to Pentos in a crate

without ever saying a wor.

Why?

It never occurre to you to ask why until now?

You never wonere why Tyrion Lannister

ecie to visit a brothel in Volantis?

I'm sure you visite many brothels in many cities.

I kille my father.

He wante to execute me for a crime I in't commit.

An he was fucking the woman I love.

As miserable as you are, Mormont,

at least your father was a goo man.

What o you know about my father?

I met him. I visite the Wall.

When I aske him about his men,

he knew all their stories, every one of them.

He actually care about the people uner his comman.

How o they put it in the Watch?

"We shall never see his like again."

Oh, you in't know.

I'm sorry. I am.

How?

I only know what I hear.

How?

He was leaing an expeition beyon the Wall.

There was a mutiny.

He was murere by his own men.

We better keep moving.

Valar morghulis.

Valar ohaeris.

I have nowhere else to go.

I've taken her to every healer in Braavos.

I've spent every penny I ha.

She suffers every ay of her life.

I just want it to en.

It hurts.

I know.

on't be afrai.

I use to be like you.

I was sick.

I was ying.

But my father never gave up on me.

He love me

more than anything in the worl,

just like your father loves you.

So he brought me here.

My father praye to the Many-Face Go.

An I rank the water from his fountain.

It heale me.

I've evote my life to him now.

You on't want to hurt anymore?

rink.

Is a girl reay?

To give up her ears, her nose, her tongue?

Her hopes an reams, her loves an hates?

All that makes a girl who she is?

Forever?

No.

A girl is not reay to become no one.

But she is reay to become someone else.

Why aenerys? Why is she worth all this?

As I recall, the Mormonts fought against the Targaryens

uring Robert's Rebellion.

o you believe in anything?

I believe in lots of things.

In something greater than ourselves, I mean.

The gos, estiny.

o you believe there's a plan for this worl?

No.

Neither i I.

I was a cynic just like you.

Then I saw a girl step into a great fire

with three stone eggs.

When the fire burne out, I thought I' fin her blackene bones.

Instea, I saw her, aenerys,

alive an unhurt, holing her baby ragons.

Have you ever hear baby ragons singing?

No.

It's har to be a cynic after that.

oesn't mean she's going to be a great queen.

No, it oesn't.

The Targaryens are famously insane.

What if she conquers the worl? Then what?

1,000 years of peace an prosperity?

First we have to conquer the worl.

We?

All right, let's assume your reams come true.

She's ecstatic when you bring her this enemy warf.

She hacks off my hea an restores your position.

You comman her army, sail to Westeros,

efeat all your enemies an watch her climb those steps

an sit on the Iron Throne.

Hurrah. Long live the queen. Then what?

Then she rules.

So a woman who has not spent a single ay of her ault life

in Westeros becomes the ruler of Westeros? That's justice?

- She's the rightful heir. - Why?

Because her father, who burne living men for amusement, was the king?

- That's a slave ship. - Why are they anchore?

They probably came ashore for...

Water.

Got a lot of fight in you, huh?

Salt mines?

Yeah, that or a galley slave.

He looks strong enough.

What about the warf?

Worthless.

Cut his throat.

Wait. Wait. Wait, wait, wait! Let's iscuss this.

An then chop off his cock.

We'll sell it for a fortune.

A warf's cock has magic powers.

Wait! Wait!

Wait, wait, wait!

You can't just han a ry cock to a merchant

an expect him to pay for it.

He has to know it came from a warf.

An how coul he know unless he sees the warf?

It will be a warf-size cock.

Guess again.

The warf lives until we fin a cock merchant.

Queen aenerys has outlawe slavery.

We're boun for Volantis, not Slaver's Bay.

Besies, she reopene the fighting pits.

I've never hear of free men fighting in the pits.

The fighting pits in Meereen?

You're in luck, then. You're about to be rich.

You are looking at one of the great warriors in the Seven Kingoms.

Him.

Him? He's got to be 60 years ol.

Sure, he's a bit long in the tooth,

a bit withere, been in the sun too long.

We can all see that. But he is a veteran of 100 battles.

They wrote songs about him.

That true?

He won the tournament at Lannisport.

Unseating Ser Jaime Lannister himself.

The Kingslayer.

Jousting. You're talking about jousting.

A fancy game for fancy las.

The men who fight in the pits of Meereen will swallow him whole.

I kille a othraki bloorier in single combat.

Liar.

It's no lie. His name was Qotho.

He was bloorier to Khal rogo.

Take me to Slaver's Bay, put a swor in my han,

I'll prove my worth.

For my chilren. Money.

Lor Baelish.

Yes?

Lancel Lannister.

Brother Lancel.

We abanon our family names.

Quite a family to abanon.

The city has change since you were here last.

We flooe the gutters with wine,

smashe the false iols,

an set the goless on the run.

Well one.

I'm here on urgent business for the Queen Mother.

Shoul I sen wor that I'll be elaye?

Step carefully, Lor Baelish.

You'll fin there's little tolerance for flesh pelers

in the new King's Laning.

We both pele fantasies, Brother Lancel.

Mine just happen to be entertaining.

o you think it's wise, Your Grace,

arresting the heir to Highgaren?

The Faith arreste the heir to Highgaren.

Of course, an the Faith were arme on your orers.

The king's orers.

Is the king to blame for Ser Loras's perversion?

House Tyrell won't tolerate this insult.

House Tyrell won't tolerate it?

I'm the insulte party, Lor Baelish.

Ser Loras was promise to me.

Instea he chose the company of boys.

One's choice of companion is a curious thing.

Most curious.

Lysa Arryn, for instance.

Thoroughly repellant woman.

Forgive me.

I know you're still in mourning.

Lysa was a goo woman.

A kin woman.

She was neither of those things. We both know it.

Still, I pity her son.

How fortunate the young Lor of the Vale

has a new father to counsel him.

I know how har it can be

to lose both your parents at such a young age.

If war comes to Westeros, will the Knights of the Vale fight for their king?

Young Lor Robin hees my avice.

An I have always counsele loyalty to the throne.

Goo.

If there's nothing else.

There is another matter, Your Grace.

Something so urgent I couln't trust the wors to a raven.

You once charge me with fining Arya Stark.

To my shame, I faile you.

But I have foun Sansa Stark.

Alive an well an home again

living at Winterfell.

That's not possible.

My sources are well place.

They tell me Roose Bolton

plans to marry her to his son Ramsay,

a bastar recently legitimize by King Tommen.

Roose Bolton is Waren of the North by the grace of my father.

Inee, his rewar for stabbing his own king in the heart.

We were fools to trust a turncloak.

Marrying his son to the last of the Starks

gives him more legitimacy in the North

than an alliance with a hate southern house.

I will skin him an his bastar

like that wretch on their blooy sigil.

I woul counsel patience, Your Grace.

Patience?

Sansa helpe murer my son.

Roose Bolton is a traitor.

Stannis Baratheon is also a traitor,

marching with his army on Winterfell.

Let Stannis an Roose battle.

Let the enemies of the throne slaughter each other.

An when they're one, seize Winterfell from whichever thief survives.

Winterfell is 1,000 miles away from here.

The weather has alreay begun to turn.

That is why it is critical to strike soon

while the victor still licks his wouns.

Surely your Uncle Kevan coul muster a force.

My Uncle Kevan has all the courage of a kitchen mouse.

Ser Jaime, then.

Jaime's away on a sensitive iplomatic mission.

I have no iea when he'll be back.

Perhaps I can help.

The Knights of the Vale are some of the best fighters in Westeros,

traine to battle in the ice an the snow.

Forgive me, Lor Baelish,

you have a reputation as a moneylener

an a brothel keeper, not a military man.

You wouln't risk a single Lannister solier

or a single coin from the royal treasury.

What o you have to lose?

A brothel keeper?

An if you succee?

Name me Waren of the North.

I'll speak to the king this evening,

have him issue a royal ecree.

I'll not rest until the lion flies over Winterfell.

An I'll know you're a man of your wor

when I see Sansa Stark's hea on a spike.

As I sai...

I live to serve.

I'm going to ask him tomorrow.

- What if he says no? - He won't.

We've waite long enough.

I want you to be my wife.

Now.

What is it?

o you want to marry me because our families arrange it?

Or o you...

We can't. Not yet.

Why not?

You know why not. Someone will see.

You are going to be my wife.

I am going to be your husban.

We're allowe to walk through the garens together.

How many other girls have you walke through these garens?

I like the way your eyes go squinty when you're jealous.

They o not go squinty an you in't answer the question.

They make a lovely couple.

A Lannister an a Martell.

They have no iea how angerous that is.

We must protect them.

Yes, my prince.

You haven't ha to use that axe of yours in a long time.

I hope you remember how.

I remember how.

* The ornishman's wife was as fair as the sun *

* An her kisses were warmer than spring *

* The ornishman's blae *

* It was mae of black steel *

* An its kiss was a terrible thing *

* The ornishman's wife woul sing as she bathe *

- * In a voice that was sweet as a peach... * - All right, that's enough.

I'm coming to the best part.

We're trying to blen in.

on't want everyone in orne to hear your accent.

This song really is all about the ening.

It can wait. There.

That's the Water Garens.

An once we've got the princess, then what?

I like to improvise.

That explains the golen han.

Unbowe. Unbent. Unbroken.

For Oberyn.

For Oberyn.

Well, she's mae herself at home.

Myrcella.

Uncle Jaime?

I...

I on't unerstan. What are you oing here?

Let's speak in private.

- I am Trystane Martell. - Trystane is my intene.

Excellent. Goo to meet you.

We weren't expecting you, Lor Jaime.

Why on't you let them have some time alone, son?

Let's not o something stupi.

That was something stupi.

We have to go, Myrcella, now.

- You hurt him! - He'll be fine, I promise.

But we have to...

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Take her!

- You're coming with me. - I on't want to.

I wasn't asking, princess.

- Ah! - rop your weapons!

I am Obara San.

aughter of Oberyn Martell.

I fight for orne. Who o you fight for?

rop your weapons.

When you were whole, it woul have been a goo fight.

You fight pretty goo for a little girl.

Halt!

Oh, you can smell the shit from five miles away.

Well, why have we stoppe? Go on.

Rumors an gossip, that's all they've got.

It's theater, nothing more.

If they arreste all the pillow biters in King's Laning,

there' be no room left in the ungeons for anyone else.

Everyone knew about him an Renly.

Renly Baratheon shagge half the stable boys in the Seven Kingoms.

Everyone knew, no one care.

But he was the king's brother.

An Loras is the queen's brother.

No, no, no, no. This is unacceptable.

- Cersei's behin it. - Yeah, of course she is.

She wants to rag our name through the irt,

put us in our place.

Get some rest, ear. You look appalling.

Let me eal with Cersei Lannister.

Your Grace, I have travelle a long way.

You must be exhauste.

Put the pen own, ear. We both know you're not writing anything.

Ah, yes. The famously tart-tongue Queen of Thorns.

An the famous tart Queen Cersei.

I beg your paron?

I know you're behin this absur incarceration of my granson.

If you apologize for that comment, perhaps I'll...

You'll get your apology when I get Loras.

I was as shocke as anyone

when the Faith arreste Ser Loras.

I have no love for these fanatics,

but what can a Queen Mother o?

Has the crown suenly stoppe neeing

the troops, gol, an wheat my house supplies?

I can assure you,

our alliance with House Tyrell remains...

o you expect the alliance to continue

after you've thrown our future into prison?

As I sai,

I in't imprison anyone.

As for your veile threats...

What veil?

The Lannister-Tyrell alliance brought peace to a war-torn country.

o you really want to see the Seven Kingoms slie back into warfare?

I in't trust your father.

I in't particularly like him.

But I respecte him. He was no fool.

He unerstoo that sometimes we must work with our rivals

rather than estroy them.

House Lannister has no rival.

The High Septon has calle for an inquest, not a trial.

Just a small hearing to etermine

whether the charges against Loras have merit,

which I'm sure they on't.

Loras will be free, our happy alliance will continue...

an we'll forget this unfortunate conversation ever happene.

Goo ay, Lay Olenna.

You are aware of the rumors concerning you an Renly?

I on't pay attention to rumors.

You were sai to be esponent when he ie.

Witnesses state that you refuse to leave his besie

even as Stannis's army close in.

He was my frien. He was my king.

Wasn't Joffrey your king?

He was anointe by the Seven, not Renly.

I was wrong to support Renly's claim, I know that.

But I was forgiven by Joffrey.

I fought for him at the Battle of Blackwater.

Yes, wearing Renly's armor.

Why oes it matter what I wore?

o you eny all the charges against you?

Fornication.

Buggery. Blasphemy.

Of course I eny them.

You never lay with Renly Baratheon?

Never.

Nor any other man?

Never.

That will be all, Ser Loras.

Well, I think that's quite enough of that.

The Faith calls Queen Margaery forwar.

You call me forwar?

Yes, we have some questions for you.

- I am the queen. - You are.

An accoring to the law of the Seven,

neither kings nor queens are exempt

from testimony at a holy inquest.

How o you respon to these charges against your brother?

They are lies.

- All of them? - All of them.

Queen Margaery,

in the presence of the gos,

o you swear that your brother is innocent

of these charges against him

to the best of your knowlege?

Yes, I swear it.

Thank you, Your Grace.

o you know this man?

Yes, very well.

He is Ser Loras Tyrell, heir to Highgaren.

How i you come to meet?

I squire for him.

He took a liking to me.

He summone me to his chamber the first ay we met.

An what occurre in his chamber?

We engage in intimate relations.

You lay with him?

That night an many others.

Liar. He's a liar.

Is there anyone else who can support your claim?

Yes.

Yes, Queen Margaery.

She walke in on us once not long ago.

She in't seem surprise.

This testimony is an insult to a great house.

Why shoul the Faith or anyone else take the wor of a squire

over the heir to Highgaren?

He has a birthmark, Your Grace.

Quite high on his thigh.

Wine-colore an roughly the shape of orne.

No! Liar!

What are you oing? Let us pass.

The Faith is satisfie there is enough evience

to bring a formal trial

for Ser Loras

an Queen Margaery.

What?

Bearing false witness before the gos

is as grave a sin as any, my lay.

Take her.

No. Tommen.

Tommen!

You can't o this. I am the queen.

Tommen! Tommen!

I am your queen. How are you?

Take your hans off me!

Tommen!

What o you want?

Lor Ramsay sent me to raw you a bath, my lay.

You want to be clean an fresh

for your new husban, on't you?

You're so beautiful,

but you nee to keep him happy.

Ramsay gets bore easily.

You on't want to en up like...

well, like the others.

What others?

I shouln't gossip.

Oh, it's goo to see the re again.

No point hiing anymore.

What others?

Let's see, there was Kyra

the blacksmith's aughter.

She was tall like you, lovely figure.

But she talke an talke an talke

an Ramsay grew tire of that.

Then there was Violet.

She ha gorgeous blone hair.

But she got pregnant.

An, well, that was boring.

Then Tansy.

Such a sweet girl.

Of course, sweet girls get a bit ull

after a while, on't they?

Ramsay let me come with him on that hunt.

Hunt?

Mmm.

Have you ever seen a boy after the ogs have been at it?

Not so pretty.

But, well, it's your weing ay.

Why am I talking about such things?

What was your name again?

Myrana.

An how long have yo love him, Myrana?

i you imagine that he woul be with you forever, is that it?

An I came along an ruine it.

I'm Sansa Stark of Winterfell.

This is my home an you can't frighten me.

Are you one with your bath, my lay?

Go. I can finish on my own.

Yes?

I've come to escort you to the goswoo, my lay.

If you please, my lay, will you take my arm?

No.

Lor Ramsay, he sai I'm to take your arm.

I'm not touching you.

Please.

He'll punish me.

You think I care what he oes to you?

Who comes before the ol gos this night?

Sansa of the House Stark

comes here to be we.

A woman grown, trueborn an noble.

She comes to beg the blessings of the gos.

Who comes to claim her?

Ramsay of House Bolton.

Heir to the reafort an Winterfell.

Who gives her?

Theon of House Greyjoy, who was...

who was her father's war.

Lay Sansa, will you take this man?

I take this man.

Are you please, my lay?

Goo. I want you to be happy.

My father sai you're still a virgin.

- Uh, yes. - Why?

Why are you still a virgin?

Afrai of warves?

Lor... Lor Tyrion was kin.

He was gentle. He never touche me.

You're not lying to me?

No, my lor.

Lying to your husban on his weing night,

that woul be a ba way to start a marriage.

We're man an wife now.

We shoul be honest with each other.

on't you think?

Yes.

Goo.

Take off your clothes.

Oh, no, no, no.

You stay here, Reek.

You watch.

o I nee to ask a secon time?

I hate asking a secon time.

Reek...

I tol you to watch.

You've known Sansa since she was a girl.

Now watch her become a woman.

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