Game of Thrones

Valar morghulis.

Valar dohaeris.

I've been sweeping this floor for days.

Good.

I didn't come here to sweep floors.

No?

Why come, then?

You said I could be your apprentice.

You said you'd teach me how to be a Faceless Man.

A man teaches a girl.

Valar dohaeris.

All men must serve.

Faceless Men most of all.

I want to serve.

A girl wants to serve herself.

Here we serve the Many-Faced God.

To serve well,

a girl must become no one.

Which one's the Many-Faced God?

I see the Stranger. I see the Drowned God.

I see the weirwood face.

There is only one god.

A girl knows his name.

And all men know his gift.

Where are they taking him?

Queen Margaery! Queen Margaery!

Queen Margaery!

Queen Margaery!

Queen Margaery!

- I am his and he is mine. - I am hers and she is mine.

From this day until the end of my days.

Did I hurt you?

No. You were lovely.

- It all happened so fast. - Yes.

I was scared maybe I hurt you.

- It sounded like-- - No, no, no.

You're very sweet.

The sweetest king who ever lived.

This is all I want to do all day,

every day, for the rest of my life.

Wouldn't that be glorious?

Shouldn't we rest a little while?

Just to catch our breath? There's no rush, is there?

Of course not.

Are you hungry?

Should I have them bring you some cake or pomegranate juice?

No, I'm fine.

I just want you all to myself.

I want to know everything there is to know

about King Tommen, First of His Name.

King Tommen.

Still sounds strange to me.

Does Queen Margaery sound strange to you?

So strange.

- Husband. - Wife.

Sometimes it feels odd.

I'm the king,

I've married the most beautiful woman in the world,

and it's all because my brother died.

I understand.

But it's not your fault. You know that, don't you?

You mustn't feel guilty.

I don't feel guilty.

That's what's odd.

Do you like to sail?

I love to sail.

I do, too.

I think we're going to be very happy, you and I.

I do, too.

Living in a tower so high it touches the clouds.

Of course, my grandmother couldn't wait to go home.

The capital's not for everyone, I suppose.

Does your mother like it here?

I don't think so.

She told me never to trust anyone in King's Landing.

It's so wonderful to have her watching over you.

A lioness guarding her cub.

Well, but I'm a man now.

You are.

And the king.

But you'll always be her baby boy.

- I suppose. - I adore her.

She's always been so generous with me, so kind.

And the horrors she's had to endure--

losing her husband, her eldest child, and her father.

It's no wonder she's so protective of you.

She'll never let you out of her sight.

You look very much in love.

The first days of marriage are often so blissful.

She's certainly very pretty, isn't she?

Like a doll.

She smiles quite a lot.

Do you think she's intelligent?

I can't quite tell.

Not that it matters.

Do you ever miss Casterly Rock?

There's nothing for me in Casterly Rock.

That's where you grew up.

You always told me that you liked the people there better.

You said that King's Landing smelled of horse dung and sour milk.

Why are we speaking of Casterly Rock?

The way that you talked about it,

I always thought that you missed it,

that you-- that it was your real home.

This is my real home now, where my family lives.

I want you to be happy, Mother.

I know that.

I know you do.

My sweet boy.

But wouldn't you be happier in Casterly Rock?

I said, "Darling, surely four times is enough."

"Are you trying to set a new record?"

He said, "Well, what is the record? I'm sure we can break it."

Mother.

Welcome.

Don't you look lovely?

Marriage agrees with you.

Can we bring you anything to eat or drink?

I wish we had some wine for you.

It's a bit early in the day for us.

No, no, I can't stay.

I just wanted to let you know

if there's ever anything I can do for you...

You are very sweet.

Tommen seems quite taken with his new queen.

I absolutely adore him.

You raised a gallant young man.

I'm forever grateful.

Good.

Good. I'm glad to hear you're happy.

Ecstatic. I really am.

Exhausted, to be honest.

But what could I expect? He is half lion, half stag.

I'll leave you to it, then.

Oh, forgive me.

I haven't been at court for long.

I get so confused.

What's the proper way to address you now?

Queen Mother or Dowager Queen?

There's no need for such formalities.

In any event, judging from the king's enthusiasm,

the Queen Mother will be a Queen Grandmother soon.

Won't that be a lovely day?

Can you imagine the celebrations?

They'll ring the bells all day and night.

Remember...

anything you need.

We can't hold the North with terror alone.

You can't hold the North if you 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.

He left you no choice.

I flayed him living along with his wife and brother.

Made his son watch.

And?

The new Lord Cerwyn paid his taxes.

I've something important 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 alliances 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.

That's Moat Cailin.

Yes, a bit shabby, isn't it?

You've been here before?

On our way down to King's Landing

with my father and Arya.

Where are you taking me?

Home.

The Boltons have Winterfell.

Your marriage proposal, it wasn't for you.

No.

Roose Bolton murdered my brother.

He betrayed my family.

He did.

He serves the Lannisters.

For now.

- I won't go. - Winterfell is your home.

- Not anymore. - Always.

You're a Stark. Dying your hair doesn't change that.

You're Sansa Stark, eldest surviving child of Ned and Catelyn Stark.

Your place is in the North.