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| - "Lord Hoster died a few years ago."
- "Were you and Hoster Tully lovers?"
- "Would Nyall be a good lord for the Riverlands?"
- "Nyall grew up in Essos. He can never be a true son of the Riverlands."
- "No son of his? Do you mean Nyall is not a Tully?"
- Myriah stares after Nyall, stricken. "Lord Hoster exiled his brother, but he would never spill his blood for any gain. Nyall is no son of his."
- "He's Tully blood, sure enough." She sighs. "But it's more than blood that makes a lord. He has nothing of Hoster's loyalty or duty, only ambition."
- "Aye, after Minisa died," she says. "He said I give him comfort. But when the rebellion started, he sent me away. I never heard from him again."
- "I raised him to it," Myriah says. "Nyall is strong, smart. He had the best tutors.." Her face clouds. "But they didn't teach him how to show mercy."
- "I would rather see Riverrun go to Hoster Tully's son than to Walder Frey."
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