Variables

At dusk, the sky gradually transitions from blue to a soft golden yellow.

Gryn's tone was gentle. "Tyrion, people who are too calm can easily appear ruthless."

The smile on Tyrion's face gradually faded, "Gryn, you really saw my purpose!"

After saying that, he shrugged his little shoulders and continued, "When I talk to you, it feels too simple."

"I take it as a compliment."

Gryn raised his glass and gestured towards Tyrion, took a sip of Summer Wine, and said, "No matter what the method is, you must vent your anger for Cersei Queen."

Tyrion raised his eyebrows with a smile on his face, "Is it that simple?"

Gryn spread his hands. "The main reason is that she likes him. Don't forget what my position is! Besides... you can ask Ser Jaime, you should know his character very well."

Tyrion said helplessly, "Well, I always think too much in my little head. No wonder my old sister doesn't like to kiss my little face."

As he said that, Tyrion grinned. "I have to learn from you the art of serving Cersei when I have time."

Gryn smiled and said, "I have a good suggestion for you. It is said that Cersei Queen likes to watch juggling recently."

Tyrion laughed, "Forget it, her hobbies are always fickle, unlike me..."

As he said that, Tyrion suddenly lowered his voice. "How was the harvest of Pentos this time? I'm asking about Young Dragons of Targaryen."

Gryn raised his eyebrows. "What else can we do? Red Keep has never given up the pursuit and can only wander around."

Tyrion scratched his hair. "What a pity, unless it's the Gods... his old man bless me, I don't think I'll be able to see the dragon with my own eyes in this life! Targaryen If there is a dragon, he won't run to the Narrow Sea Opposite! The last two dragons hatched on Dragonstone at that time... the two grotesque dragons, not much bigger than the skulls of hounds, were the last two dragons recorded in House Targaryen, and perhaps the last two in the world. I should have given up long ago!"

Tyrion has had a morbid fascination with dragons since he was a child. When he attended the wedding of his sister and Robert·Baratheon, he made up his mind to take a look at the dragon heads hanging on the wall of Targaryen Throne Room.

At that time, King Robert had already replaced Throne Room's faucets with flags and tapestries, but Tyrion still did not give up and finally found their storage place in the dank cellar.

Tyrion I thought that the dragon heads must be breathtaking, even daunting, but I never imagined that they could be such beautiful things... black as agate, smooth and bright, and seemed to sparkle under the light of the torch, so beautiful that people were stunned.

Tyrion opened his hands and gestured. "When my sister got married, I saw a dragon bone in Red Keep's cellar. Its huge mouth was terrifying. I thought they could swallow a whole bison in one mouthful, or the legendary woolly mammoth that roamed the icy wasteland.

Looking through the books of historians, Lannister's ancestor Kaiyan King Loren, facing Aegon the Conqueror's three giant dragons, King Loren quickly chose to surrender to House Targaryen! After seeing the huge dragon bones, I am only grateful for this!"

Gryn nodded. "The battle that the bards called Ours Is the Fury about three hundred years ago, the coalition forces of King Casterly Rock and King the Reach fought against Aegon the Conqueror. In one day, nearly four thousand soldiers were burned to ashes by the dragon, including King the Reach Mern."

Tyrion took a sip of Summer Wine and said, "Mern·All the sons of Gardener IX were also burned alive by Dragonfire. The ruling family of the Reach kingdom...House Gardener was almost destroyed.

The Reach The king's steward Harlan·Tyrell presented Highgarden to Aegon the Conqueror, because Geng, the conqueror of Iraq, granted Highgarden and the Reach to House Tyrell, and named him the supreme commander of the Reach."

Gryn placed the wine glass on the table. "Golden Rose."

Tyrion grinned. "Haha, the housekeeper gave away his master's land and became the owner of the original owner's land instead. Golden Rose had to work hard!

This is the craft that Golden Rose is best at. What I'm more curious about is what they will give this time and what they want to get?"

Gryn moved his eyes slightly and looked at Tyrion: "You seem to have found the answer?"

Tyrion asked in reply, "Wouldn't Crackclaw Point bet on the new Hand of the King candidate?"

Gryn showed unabashed contempt. "Your Excellency, I am Chief Steward of Cersei Queen. The tradition of Crackclaw Point is directly loyal to Queen."

Tyrion said with a smile, "Now, do you understand my answer?"

Gryn frowned slightly, was silent for a while, and then said, "King Robert is still very young, and there are too many variables during this period. Golden Rose will not ignore this problem."

King Robert is only 36 years old this year (birth year 262 AC). According to normal rules, the rule of Robert·Baratheon I will continue for a long time.

The issue Tyrion and Gryn discussed was from the perspective of Casterly Rock.

Jaime, who was supposed to be the heir of Casterly Rock, became Kingsguard. According to the territorial inheritance law of Westeros, Tyrion·Lannister is now Lawful Heir of Casterly Rock, but he has not been personally recognized by his father.

Tyrion's small body leaned on the back of the chair. "As a friendly neighbor, I have to pay more attention to it. I heard that Queen of Thorns of Highgarden is a very difficult old lady. And that group of people The half-hearted minister, everyone's good friend Petyr, the virtuous old Grand Maester, and the one who is missing his dick Varys, King's Landing is really hilarious!"

Gryn smiled and said, "We speculate that Lord Eddard is likely to be the next Hand of the King. He has a deep relationship with King Robert, and they trust each other."

Tyrion nodded first, then grinned and said, "Our King can now have fun again with peace of mind. I really envy him!"

Tyrion said again, "What about you? Although you are Steward of Cersei, this does not prevent you from trying to please future Hand of the King in advance."

Gryn said with some disgust, "My Lord Tyrion, are you serious? Are you sure the North's Stark will do this?"

Tyrion laughed, "Red Keep is no longer full of sweet words, but the strict government affairs of the kingdom! You can imagine the scene at that time, I think it must be very interesting!"

Gryn said with a smile, "If there are no other variables, they will not be used to each other's way of doing things. It will take a long time to build mutual trust."

Tyrion asked thoughtfully, "Variables?"

Gryn replied, "Don't forget that Golden Rose is also in King's Landing. They come from afar and have to come back empty-handed. This will make them very uncomfortable and embarrassing."

Tyrion thought seriously for a while and said, "At first, Cersei recommended Lord of Highgarden to Small Council as an alternative to Hand of the King. What is my sister's attitude now?"

Gryn shrugged and said, "You don't want to know!"

"Haaah..."

Tyrion's tone was sarcastic. "Okay, this is my dear sister. Fortunately, we share an amiable father."

Gryn nodded secretly, Lord Tywin is indeed "approachable".

Tyrion scratched his golden and white hair with some pain. "The truth is often cruel. Only then did I realize that it is ridiculous to stay here and only complain to you."

What kind of person is Lord Gryn? He is a man who combines humility, honesty, compassion, wisdom, bravery, honor... etc., cough!

He reached out and patted Tyrion: "Don't worry Cersei Queen, let alone Golden Rose. No matter what the situation is, it will not affect the safety of His Highness Queen. My sword can guarantee it."

Tyrion's movements froze and he said awkwardly, "Gryn, why did you suddenly change?"

Gryn's eyebrows were smiling, "Tyrion, your little actions have betrayed you. At least now I believe that Lannister is a family that loves each other."

Tyrion grinned. "Yes, my father is kind, my sister is gentle, my brother is strict, and my brother is well-behaved, haha!"

After laughing for a while, Tyrion said, "You are surprisingly reliable. I can return to the arms of beauties with peace of mind. They only love me...Gold Dragon, hehe!"

Gryn smiled, "Your Excellency, please enjoy your wonderful time."

Stomping, footsteps sounded, Gryn turned his face and discovered the figure of Surana.

Tyrion still pays more attention to his own image and immediately stopped the obscenity on his face.

"My master, this is the dinner invitation just sent."

Gryn took the exquisite invitation with the Golden Rose badge and opened it directly to take a look.

Gryn raised his eyebrows. "Tonight?"

After a moment of silence, Gryn said, "Surana, you answer for me, I will go to the appointment on time."

After Surana left, Tyrion teased, "Golden Rose are you going to thank you for knocking out their Knight of Flowers?"

Gryn tapped his fingers on the table a few times and said, "Hand of the King?"

"There is no doubt that they are targeting Sister Cersei's favorite."

After saying that, Tyrion awkwardly climbed off the chair.

After seeing Tyrion off, Gryn made some brief preparations and then headed to Tyrell's banquet location surrounded by guards.

As night falls, the stars in the sky gradually appear, and the moon begins to show its shadow.

The breeze blew across his cheeks, making Gryn feel a little cool.

Gryn is King's Landing who arrived early this morning, followed by Maegor's Holdfast and Great Sept of Baelor. Today is a very long day for him.

The invitation was written in the handwriting of Margaery·Tyrell. Gryn guessed it was the instruction of Olenna·Redwyne, because this hasty invitation style is very Queen of Thorns's style.

The North has always been far away from King's Landing, and most people will be surprised when Lord Eddard's name suddenly appears on the list of candidates for Hand of the King.

Everyone is very aware of the friendship between Direwolf and Stag, so naturally there will be some urgency.

Gryn Lord is considerate.

About half an hour later, Gryn came to the front door of the Tyrell Mansion.

Tyrell Mansion's main entrance was tall and imposing. The thick oak door was pushed open, and Gryn entered under the guidance of the waiter.

Arriving at the lobby, Gryn saw Margaery who came to greet him.

Margaery is wearing a simple green skirt, with long brown curly hair hanging lazily on her shoulders.

Margaery smiled like a flower, "Good night, Lord Gryn, I'm glad you can come and welcome you."

Saying that, Margaery gently stretched the back of his hand towards Gryn.

"Good night, Miss Margaery, it's my honor to be invited."

Her fingers were slender and slender. Gryn gently lifted her fingertips and tapped them symbolically on the back of her hand.

"My grandmother is upstairs."

Margaery turned her body slightly to the side and stretched out a hand in the direction of the stairs. Her movements were light and elegant.

Gryn paused slightly and said, "Your grandmother...Queen of Thorns?"

Margaery glanced sideways at Gryn: "Don't mention this title in front of her, Lord Gryn."

Margaery did not mean to blame, but her behavior showed that the relationship between the two was very close.

Gryn recalled the past. When Highgarden was there, he and Margaery were more polite and had never been as close as they are today.

Gryn's eyes trembled slightly... One played the red face, and the other played the bad face. Is the role assigned today?

Gryn smiled gently, "Ms. Margaery, thank you for your kind reminder, you are so considerate!"

Margaery looked at Gryn with elk-like eyes, and smiled softly, "Let's go there quickly, my grandmother is waiting for you, and her patience is not very good."

Next to the wooden door upstairs, stood two guards wearing gold-plated half-helmets, green robes trimmed with gold thread, and Golden Rose with Highgarden embroidered on their chests. Both of them were seven feet tall, with broad shoulders and thin waists, and full of muscles.

The two men had the same strong jaws, the same deep blue eyes, and the same thick red beards.

Gryn just glanced at the indistinguishable twins and stood still in front of the door.

Margaery beside him took the initiative to introduce, "They are my grandmother's personal guards. One is Erryk and the other is Arryk. Since it is difficult to tell them apart, my grandmother simply calls them Left Hand and Right Hand."

Gryn nodded and said, "A very wise title."

Erryk and Arryk looked at each other carefully and slowly opened the wooden door.

In the fireplace, the fire crackled and burned, and an old woman with white hair sat at the head of the long table.

Margaery led Gryn in front of the old woman, her hands folded on her belly. "Lord Gryn, I am honored to introduce to you my grandmother Lady Olenna, the widow of the former Lord of Highgarden Rose Tyrell, now Lord of Highgarden Mace·Tyrell's mother."

Gryn caressed his chest and said, "Good night, Lady Olenna. It's a great honor for me to meet you."

Gryn smelled the strong smell of rose water.

Lady Olenna's turbid eyes stared at Gryn's face for a while, and then he said kindly, "Sit down, child! I am very happy that you are willing to come and have dinner with me, an old woman."

Gryn first thanked Lady Olenna, then nodded slightly to Margaery, and then sat down.

Several waiters quickly filled the long table with various delicacies and then left the room, leaving only Gryn, Olenna, and Margaery.

Mrs. Olenna's tone of voice was ups and downs. "Child, there are not so many rigid rules here, old lady, let's get going! I heard that you just arrived at King's Landing today and you are busy beating my little grandson. He must be very hungry now!"