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Gandalf.
"I am pleased to see you are well, Majesty." Gaunt bowed deeply. Then, he straightened his back. The chain of his office hung lightly from his neck, over the black robe he often favoured.
"Yes, Majesty. I have, with the consent of the peers, temporarily assumed the mantle of the regency. Until, God wills, your health returns."
Lancaster looked at ease, in control. Beaufort looked a little in awe, whilst Bolingbroke merely looked sheepish. Hereford stepped forward and knelt by the bedside, as he had done previously whilst the King was comatose.
"Majesty, forgive me. The wound I caused you was not in malice, and I thank God that you live - I came to pray by thy side for forgiveness, when I feared for your life." Hereford at least looked genuine, but in Gaunt's experience his son was rather difficult to read. "I shall give my right hand, if you see fit, as a penance." Lancaster's face contorted into a frown.