The flames in the fireplace swayed and made crisp sounds from time to time.
Lady Olenna's figure is thin and small, and her eyes are so bright that she seems to be able to see into people's hearts.
The old lady in front of me is very good at creating pressure on people.
After hearing Olenna's words, Gryn's expression remained unchanged, he just picked up the wine glass and shook it slowly.
"Dear Mrs. Olenna, do you want to remind me to pay attention to my safety?"
Taking a sip of Arbor golden wine, he continued, "Well... all the women in King's Landing already hate me. Ser Loras is deeply loved by women."
After finishing speaking, Gryn glanced at Margaery·Tyrell who seemed to be glaring at him.
Little Rose Why are you staring at me? Gryn Although he was confused and confused, he pretended not to notice. He is a broad-minded person.
Why did Margaery glare at Gryn? Gryn behaved politely on the surface, but she felt that Gryn's attitude towards her grandmother was a bit perfunctory and lacked due respect.
Is it true, as he said last time, that Lord Gryn only has eyes for people other than Queen and Queen?
If it is true, whether it is Red Keep or King's Landing, how can it be possible to accommodate Lord Gryn?!
The smile on Margaery's face became gentle. She was a very patient observer.
The wrinkled Mrs. Olenna smiled and said, "Gryn, you are a funny person. Old lady, I haven't seen a young man as funny as you in a long time."
After a pause, Gryn shook his head slightly. "Thank you for your compliment. I always feel that Red Keep lacks a sense of humor. I am learning."
Olenna said bluntly, "I have understood one thing very early on. Red Keep never does anything without a reason."
Lord Gryn has always been honest. "Cersei Queen doesn't like King Robert's younger brother very much. Maegor's Holdfast just arrived today and happened to know about it. I am Chief Steward of Queen, so I was Cersei Queen has been entrusted with important tasks."
Margaery's rose-colored lips opened and closed, thought for a moment and did not speak.
Olenna's tone was slightly sarcastic. "It's rare that the noble Queen doesn't like the flamboyant Duke as much as the old woman. This is really rare and strange."
Gryn's eyes moved, and he said casually with a puzzled expression, "This is a good thing."
Margaery said at this time, "Grandma, Lord Renly is brave and gentle, and is very loved by others."
Olenna mocked. "He knows how to dress himself up beautifully. He knows what kind of smile can win the favor of others. Renly always imitates his brother the king poorly."
Margaery said helplessly, "Grandma..."
Gryn couldn't help laughing, "Lady Olenna, you have a sharp eye!"
Gryn's words made the atmosphere at the dinner table tense for a moment.
Margaery responded quickly, "Lord Gryn, Lord Renly have distinguished status, we..."
She glanced at her grandmother and Gryn, who looked indifferent, and continued helplessly, "Don't offend lightly."
Gryn shrugged. "Are there any other ears here? Miss Margaery, we are our own people."
Margaery's eyes twitched slightly, and instead of speaking, he turned his beautiful eyes to his grandmother sitting in the first place.
Olenna's eyes were sunken and his voice was slightly raised. "Little Gryn, very good! We have a lot of consensus, which will make our conversation more and more enjoyable."
Gryn smiled and nodded slightly towards Olenna.
After a pause, Olenna suddenly said, "I heard that you admire my stupid son?"
Gryn answered without hesitation, "Lady Olenna, I personally have always respected Lord Mace. Although I am only a small lord, I also know that it is difficult to govern the territory, let alone the big the Reach. I was lucky enough to witness the prosperity of the Reach last time. Lord Mace's achievements are really impressive."
Margaery moved her lips and looked at her grandmother.
Margaery: Grandma, look at him!
Olenna silently withdrew his gaze, stared at Gryn for a while, and said, "You have a flexible tongue, and it's also very sweet. No wonder our Lord of Highgarden loves you so much."
You must know some information better than me. I am already a half-deaf old woman... Master of Whisperers in front of the emperor revealed some information to us. The guy seemed to think that Golden Rose should thank him for this information.
Everyone has desires that are known or yet to be known! If truth be told, in my opinion, Varys's most useful parts as a man have been cut off. Apart from ambition for power, what else can bring him joy?"
"You have a burning gaze."
"Grandma..."
Olenna said nonchalantly, "I knew when I was younger than you that every stone in King's Landing has ears. There are also many spiders in the flowers of Highgarden. As long as you abide by the rules, I will let them go, but if they dare to get in the way, they will be trampled to death immediately."
Gryn remained motionless and closed his eyes for a while.
After he opened his eyes, he looked at Margaery and said, "Miss Margaery, don't worry, at least there are no hidden ears in this restaurant."
Margaery smiled appropriately and thanked politely, "Lord Gryn, you are very careful and thoughtful."
Golden Rose's mansion, how come there are other people's eyes and ears without permission.
Margaery's little fist under the table clenched tightly.
Gryn added, "When I was at Sept, I discussed the issue of the new Hand of the King with several of my good friends. Everyone felt that Duke Winterfell would be appointed Hand of the King by King Robert. Lord Varys was also present at that time."
Olenna snorted and stared at Gryn with a deep gaze, "Red Keep is full of deception and tricks... The old woman would like to know what you are going to do next?"
Gryn raised his eyebrows. "Madam, you seem to have something on your mind?"
Olenna's tone was vaguely angry. "Is that Lannister Queen planning to break his promise?"
Gryn started. "Lannister never breaks his promise, Cersei Queen personally recommended Lord Mace as an alternative to Hand of the King in Small Council, and is still in Small Council established that Lord Mace will temporarily serve as former Advisor to the Hand as an alternative to Hand of the King, assisting former Hand of the King in handling the kingdom's government affairs."
Sighing, Gryn continued, "I think you must already know these things. Everything was going smoothly, but..."
Gryn shook his head, a trace of sadness appeared on his face.
Margaery glanced at the grandmother who was staring at Gryn, and said, "Lord Gryn, although there is an accident, we hope to have an end to the beginning."
Gryn nodded with a serious face. "Ms. Margaery, I agree with your point of view. Everything must have a beginning and an end. But..."
Hearing this, Margaery recalled the words Gryn made his father laugh at the Highgarden dinner. He said... But the previous words were meaningless.
Margaery was nearby at that time, she heard it clearly and was deeply impressed.
Gryn continued, "After the old Duke passed away, Cersei Queen has lost part of his interest."
Margaery asked, "Part of it? Please speak frankly, Lord Gryn."
"Miss Margaery, when we saw Duke Winterfell's name appearing on the list of Hand of the King candidates, everyone actually knew the answer in their hearts. What happened under Iron Throne more than ten years ago is still fresh in our memories. In a way, the relationship between Direwolf and Stag is unbreakable. We must admit this."
Margaery was speechless for a moment after listening to Gryn's answer.
Mrs. Olenna, whose face was full of wrinkles, suddenly said, "Little guy, I heard that you like the Reach's millet very much?"
Gryn's eyes moved slightly, first he glanced at Margaery, and then said, "Yes, madam! There is still a war in my territory, and my 30,000 soldiers consume a lot of food every day."
Lord Gryn has always been honest. Crabb Territory currently has more than 30,000 subjects. To him, every subject is a soldier of Crabb.
When he heard thirty thousand soldiers, Olenna's pupils shrank unconsciously.
Olenna seemed to be mocking. "The old lady's ears are not good, but Golden Rose's ears are not deaf. You have regained the family's old land. The war could have been stopped. Are you going to swallow the whole Crackclaw Point?"
Gryn corrected. "Mrs. Olenna, I have to explain that Crabb ancestors once ruled Crackclaw Point. I am just restoring the Crackclaw Point dominance that House Crabb lost."
Margaery raised an eyebrow.
Margaery In order to understand Gryn, she took the time to read many books recording the history of Crackclaw Point.
The civilization of Crackclaw Point has always been very backward, and in addition Westeros received little attention, so the recorded content is extremely sparse.
According to legend, Lawrence Crabb brought a brief peace to the chaotic Crackclaw Point... He could uproot a pine tree with one hand and throw it half a mile... When Margaery saw these contents at the time, he doubted the authenticity of the record.
Now, this "story" is being used by Gryn to legitimate House Crabb's dominance over Crackclaw Point.
Maybe this is one of the special characteristics of Crackclaw Point mentioned by Gryn?
But Margaery saw more of some kind of powerful means in the power game.
"As long as you have strength, you can have a justifiable excuse. This is dominance. It has been hundreds of years, and some stubborn and annoying guys still feel that Golden Rose's dominance over the Reach is somewhat untenable, but so what? The Reach is thriving under the endless rule of Golden Rose!"
After saying that, a hint of kindness appeared on Olenna's face. "Child, it's a good thing to have needs. It's much better than our mediocre Lord Boar doing nothing. Come on, let's put the fickle Lannister woman aside for now. I want to hear your advice. The old woman likes young people who are full of energy."
The thorn of "fickleness" pierced Queen of Thorns's body. Gryn liked Olenna's evaluation of Cersei.
After a moment of silence, Gryn said, "I'm very worried about Lord Eddard's safety now. I heard that the Neck is the only way for them to pass through. That area is soaked in rotting swamps with dense trees. It will take at least ten days to get out of there."
Margaery immediately felt the solemnity of the atmosphere. She didn't show it on her face, but she was frightened by the deep meaning hidden in Gryn's words.
Before Margaery could collect his thoughts, he heard Gryn say, "But if something really happened, it would be easy to think of Lord Mace, Robert King is a person who does not like to listen to advice, because the Invincible Warhammer is his truth. We can only ask the Gods to bless and let Lord Eddard arrive at King's Landing smoothly."
But again, Margaery's fists under the table were clenched again.
Olenna stared at Gryn and nodded slowly. "You raised a question and then denied it. I know you are telling the truth that most people don't like to hear. The old woman can bear it, so you can continue to talk."
Gryn nodded and continued, "The North people are not good at handling complex situations. There is nothing more complicated in Seven Kingdoms than King's Landing. It won't be long before Lord Eddard, who is tired of dealing with it, will soon realize that he needs a reliable ally."
"Allies?"
Gryn spread his hands. "Madam, this is easy! You only need to send Light of Highgarden to Winterfell, and the alliance between Direwolf and Golden Rose will be unbreakable!
The heir of Winterfell is the combination of the North and Riverlands. It is rumored that Robb·Stark inherited the red hair and blue eyes of House Tully, and his bloodline is noble enough.
Once the marriage is complete, King Robert will also trust Lord Mace, and he will trust the two dukes to govern the kingdom! From now on, the King's Landing rose will never wither!"
After Gryn finished speaking, there was a sudden silence in the hall.
Margaery opened her beautiful eyes wide. Although she was trying to hide it, she couldn't hide the incredible look on her face.
The picture painted by Gryn was too beautiful. The scene of King's Landing full of roses seemed to be right in front of her eyes. Margaery couldn't help but turn her little face to look at her grandmother.
Olenna remained silent, Margaery just looked at her without saying anything to disturb her.
After a while, Olenna's eyes were sharp, and she slowly said, "Lord Gryn, why don't you marry the girl from Stark to the warm Highgarden?"
Gryn shrugged. "The answer is obvious, Lady Olenna."
Olenna turned to Margaery: "Margaery, you are the smartest, tell your half-deaf grandmother."
Margaery blinked and said thoughtfully, "Miss Sansa·Stark...Prince Joffrey...Stark will marry the royal family?"
"My granddaughter, give your hand to your grandmother."
Olenna's wrinkled hands grabbed the hand extended by Margaery: "House Tyrell finally has a smart person."
After saying that, Olenna patted the back of Margaery's hand happily.
Seeing young people from other families who are smart in their minds will make her worry about House Tyrell's future. Only Margaery, who has been smart since childhood, can comfort Queen of Thorns's heart.
There was a smile on Gryn's face, and he also praised, "Miss Margaery, I found out some things through Red Keep's acquaintances, but you can quickly deduce the answer in just a few sentences. You are worthy of Light of the Reach."
Margaery looked at Gryn, who had a sincere face, and suddenly felt her little fists itching.
Olenna looked kind, and she patted the back of Margaery's hand again.
Olenna put down his granddaughter's hand and said to Gryn, "Tell me, what do you want to do? I am an old woman who is really curious now, Crackclaw Point's Earl!"