Gaston looked toward the entrance and said in a low voice, "Who is it?"

A guard replied respectfully, "Sir, it is me."

Gaston said coldly, "Come in."

At once, his personal guard stepped inside, bringing someone with him.

Gaston's gray eyes swept over the newcomer. "Who are you?"

The one brought in was Petyr. He pressed a hand to his chest and bowed respectfully. "Sir, I am Petyr Gillen."

Gaston replied flatly, "There does not seem to be someone like you in my camp."

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