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I'm sending you both back to Winterfell.
- What?! - Listen
- What about Joffrey? - Are you dying because of your leg?
Is that why you're sending us home?
What? No.
Please, father. Please don't.
You can't. I've got my lessons with Syrio.
I'm finally getting good.
This isn't a punishment.
I want you back in Winterfell for your own safety.
Can we take Syrio back with us?
Who cares about your stupid dancing teacher?
I can't go.
I'm supposed to marry Prince Joffrey.
I love him and I'm meant to be his Queen
- and have his babies. - Seven hells.
When you're old enough,
I'll make you a match with someone who's worthy of you,
someone who's brave and gentle and strong
I don't want someone brave and gentle and strong. I want him!
He'll be the greatest King that ever was, a golden lion,
and I'll give him sons with beautiful blond hair.
The lion'sot s Sigil, idiot.
He's a stag, like his father.
He is not. He's nothing like that old drunk King.
Go on, girls. Get your Septa and start packing your things.
- Wait! - Come on.
But it's not fair!