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I was accused of regicide. Once.

But that about sums it up.

...For good reason?

No.

For jealousy and spite. And politics, I'm told. But mostly jealousy, and spite, and the desire to hurt me.

Was everybody's life constant political intrigue before they came here? Makes me feel like such a hick.

Why such a vendetta against you, though?

I'd rather have had yours, honestly.

[There's a pause.]

Because one of the princes hated my father, and then hated me. He saw me as a threat.

Oh, darling, that's an assumption you don't want to make.

I thought you were supposed to be no one important?

I'm not. But my father was.

I can hardly keep up. How this place intends to be big enough for its collection of the infamous and the, well, famous I don't know.

[All of them, and him: just a sick, lonely man. He's still smarting a little from that casual wish to have had his life - not Fitz's fault.]

Well. My king isn't here, or my queen, and so it can't be all the important folk, can it? I'm just a bastard boy.

You're kinder and more willing to speak to me than most of them anyway.