Walder Frey was pissed.

His sons Jared and Symond Frey and his grandson Rhaegar Frey were supposed to join him for supper tonight, but they were nowhere to be seen. He had been waiting for hours.

As he sat alone in his dining hall, where Chris Griffin and so many others had met their deaths, a girl came in and placed a meat pie on the table before him.

"What kind of pie is this?" Lord Walder asked.

"It's sort of a new recipe," she said. Walder studied the girl. He had never seen her before. "You're not one of mine, are you?" he grunted.

"No, my lord," said the girl.

"Didn't think so. Too pretty," he chuckled. But his expression quickly turned sour. "Where are those damn morons? They promised to be here by midday!"

The girl smiled. "They're here, my lord."

"Well, what are they doing?" Walder demanded irritably. "Trimming their cunt hairs? Tell them to come here now."

"But they're already here, my lord."

Walder looked around the hall. He didn't see them anywhere.

"Here, my lord," the girl said. "Right in front of your face."

Walder was starting to get an ominous feeling. He looked down at the pie in front of him. He peeled back the crust, and was horrified to see a human finger baked in the pie!

"They weren't easy to carve," the girl said. "Especially Rhaegar."

"What?" Walder panted.

The servant removed her face, revealing a different one underneath. "My name is Meg Griffin," she said. "I want you to know that the last thing you're ever going to see is a Griffin smiling down at you as you die."

Lord Walder was shocked. He tried to escape, but Meg grabbed him, picked up a knife from the table, and slit his throat. She smiled as she watched the mastermind of the Red Wedding burn to death.

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Olenna Tyrell had returned to her castle, Highgarden, and the lords Redwyne and Rowan had come with her. Her son Mace had also just gotten back home.

"I never should have gone on that trip to Bravos!" he said, pulling his own hair in agitation.

"Did you honestly think Joffrey sent you to Bravos for innocent reasons?" Olenna asked condescendingly. "He sent you there to keep you out of the way while he arrested your children, and he sent Ser Meryn Trant with you to make sure you stayed there."

"Yeah, and Ser Meryn got murdered!" said Mace. "He was found stabbed to death in the street!"

"We need to take revenge on Joffrey for killing Margaery and Loras," said Olenna.

"But how can we get revenge?" Mace wondered.

"I believe I have a suggestion," a voice said. The Tyrells turned to see Doran Martell entering the room.

"You've got a lot of nerve coming here," said Mace. "Your brother crippled my son!"

"That's water under the bridge now," said Doran. "I know our houses have had their differences in the past, but we've got a common enemy now: House Lannister."

"I rather like the way you're talking," said Olenna.

"If you come back to Dorne with me, we can join forces," Doran told them. "I'm expecting another visitor in Dorne soon. A dragon with three heads…"