Carice van houten, sahara knite & amy dawson gole i grub seks

Shot away in a towel.

She disgusts you.

And she's given you nothing.

No sons.

Only stillborns.

Only death.

I will give you a son, my king.

A son.

Is it as you remember, my lord?

Looks smaller.

Everything looks bigger when you were a *****.

I remember my father's cabin felt like a palace when I was little.

Now look at it.

They'll be waiting for me on the docks.

Who will?

Anyone who matters.

This is a big day for them.

They haven't had much to get excited about since I left.

It's a hard place, the Iron Islands.

Always has been.

It's cold and it's wet.

I love the cold and wet.

They say hard places breed hard men.

Hard men rule the world.

Then you'll be king before long.

Try smiling with your lips closed.

Better.

My father doesn't trust you Iron Islanders.

Don't blame him.

He says that you're all reavers and ****rs.

And that no matter how many women you have, you'll never be satisfied.

Quit talking about your father.

He's right about us.

Our wives from the Iron Islands,

they're for breeding.

That's not enough for us.

That's why we take salt wives.

But we're not going to be salt wives.

Women we capture.

Capture me?

Take me with you when you go ashore?

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