Transcript (en)

Sit. You'll be pleased to learn that after one conversation with the man of Tyrell, I've saved the crown hundreds of thousands on this wedding. Never mind that now. We have something important to discuss. A master of coins. 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 Sir 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. Wasn't my best, but I thought... 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 mean it I can and I do Joffrey has made this poor girl life miserable since the day he took her father head Now she 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. Oh, 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 Sir 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 Tyrael. 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 disgraced the Lannister name for far too long. The Lannister's name is the Lannister's name.