Need what Dunk and Lady Rohanne could have had...

I think my favorite component of any duo dynamic is for both roles to fully subscribe to their own flawed, romanticized dreams. Dunk completely buys into honor and chivalry before all else, almost always blind to how much is fake and how fruitless that can be. He's a complete fool and I love him. And in the other hand, Egg completely stands by his belief in royalty and the arbitrary hierarchy that maintains his line back home. No title makes a man. Words are wind.

Almost perfect if not for the slightly repetitive inner dialogue and mannerisms from Dunk, and I kind of wish we had any moment from Egg's perspective. That being said, it was nice to be reminded how incredible Martin is. There was a magic-trick quality at how I found myself suddenly feeling my heartrate jump midway through scenes. His ramping up of tension before something as thunderous as a joust or cacophonous as a dinner comes so easy, so well-paced.