Horatio performs one last labor, and considers what's set before him.
When he is Lord of the Dreadfort he'll have ruby rings on his fingers.
Bad people doing bad things to one another.
He's proud, he's chaste as an icicle, he balks.
"Step into my fucking office."
Aumerle doesn't seek absolution.
The prince must put away childish things. Ned knows he's one of them.
Malekith dreams, sometimes, of the ones that were before the coming of light, but even in dreams he moves through desolation.
Sibylla has a fine eye for beautiful things, but sometimes the flaws in a particular material may be very subtle indeed, not easily discerned. Kings must be discerning in all matters.