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You were married here, Your Grace?
- Yes. - Must seem like only yesterday.
Seems like a lifetime ago.
Your husband, was he buried here as well?
No, he wanted his remains returned to Storm's End.
- Such a tragedy. - A fairly predictable tragedy.
Hunting and drinking don't mix.
I should say not.
My son's a hunter. It helps him forget
he's never been within a mile of a real battle.
I seem to recall he laid siege to Storm's End
for the better part of a year.
All he laid siege to
was the banquet table in the command tent.
I told him to stay out of Robert's rebellion.
He had no business fighting an actual warrior.
We mothers do what we can
to keep our sons from the grave.
But they do seem to yearn for it.
We shower them with good sense,
and it slides right off like rain off a wing.
And yet the world belongs to them.
A ridiculous arrangement, to my mind.
The gods have seen fit to make it so.
My father didn't want them here.