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Beloved nephew.
We looked for you on the battlefield.
You were nowhere to be found.
I've been here, ruling the kingdoms.
What a fine job you've done.
Look at you.
More beautiful than ever.
And you!
You're going to be bigger than the Hound,
But much better looking.
This one doesn't like me.
Can't imagine why.
- We heard you were dead. - I'm glad you're not dead.
Me, too, dear. Death is so boring,
especially now, with so much excitement in the world.
My lady, I'm sorry for your loss.
Her loss?
Her father was a confessed traitor.
But still her father.
Surely, having so recently lost your own beloved father, you can sympathize.
My father was a traitor.
My mother and brother are traitors, too.
I am loyal to my beloved Joffrey.
Of course you are.
Well, enjoy your name day, Your Grace.
Wish I could stay and celebrate,
but there is work to be done.
What work?
Why are you here?