Gryn first looked at Margaery, then was silent for a while, and then said, "Lady Olenna, Crackclaw Point needs more support, not only millet and weapons, but also farmers and the Smith."
Olenna stared at Gryn with his cloudy eyes for a while, then said, "My child, you seem to be in a hurry? You need to have enough patience to manage the territory."
Olenna's tone was very kind, showing the kindness of an old man, as if she was encouraging Gryn to speak more.
"Mrs. Olenna, Miss Margaery, the hatred between Crackclaw Point and Vale is not a secret."
Gryn frowned slightly and continued, "After the war more than ten years ago, the Vale nobles, with the tacit consent of the former Hand of the King, blocked and suppressed Crackclaw Point for more than ten years, making Crackclaw Point's chaotic situation even more unbearable."
As he spoke, Gryn's tone became colder. "In order to compete for limited survival resources, we shed a lot of blood, and this is the result of the calculations of the Vale nobles behind the scenes. There has long been a blood feud between Crackclaw Point and Vale."
After a pause, Gryn spread his hands. "It won't be long before Crabb will establish Crackclaw Point's dominance. Under normal circumstances, Crackclaw Point will usher in peace that has been rare in hundreds of years."
Gryn shook his head slightly. "But the result is exactly the opposite. Crackclaw Point is very special. Without the blood of Vale, Crabb is established as Crackclaw Point The rule of E cannot eliminate Crackclaw Point men's deep hatred towards Vale... Blood debts must be repaid with blood. This is a tradition that even I, as a lord, cannot stop."
Margaery listened quietly and understood what Gryn said, but she found it incredible.
Lord Gryn, how dare he, a Crownlands noble, provoke a battle of revenge against "Kingdom of the Vale"? This...
Margaery's beautiful eyes widened slightly and said, "Lord Gryn, do you want to go to war with Vale of Arryn?"
Gryn shrugged and replied, "Miss Margaery, this is inevitable. Even the lord cannot go against the unanimous wishes of all the people."
After saying that, Gryn added in a disdainful tone, "I will never forget that they almost forced Crabb to exterminate the clan. Now they just lack a suitable opportunity."
Gryn looks confident, as if he can crush the powerful Vale with one punch.
In Margaery's opinion, there is no difference between Gryn's behavior of hitting an egg against a stone and suicide, which goes against the impression Gryn has always left on her.
It is impossible for Lord Gryn's wisdom not to foresee the consequences of challenging Vale. Could it be that hatred blinded his eyes?
Margaery felt that there were many ways to take revenge, so he wanted to try to persuade her, but thinking of her grandmother beside her and thinking that this was Crabb's "private matter", she didn't say anything.
Olenna spoke slowly, "Young people's ideas are really frightening me, an old woman. You should know very well that Seven Kingdoms will not allow your revenge... It seems that the time you mentioned is very important?"
Gryn nodded and said, "Yes, madam! If you agree to my proposal, I will arrange everything. You just need to wait and see what happens. We will each get what we need when the time comes."
Olenna smiled and said, "The old woman just needs to sit quietly and watch the show?"
Gryn reached out and picked up the wine glass, gestured towards Margaery, and said, "Golden Rose can avoid unnecessary fights and conflicts, and wait for a favorable opportunity with peace of mind."
Olenna stared at Gryn with deep eyes for a while, then said, "Lord Gryn, Golden Rose like your proposal, and your frankness also makes me, an old woman, very happy."
Margaery looked at her grandmother, and she saw her grandmother slightly twitching her chin.
Margaery said in a solemn tone, "Lord Gryn, no fourth person will know the content of our conversation today. This is Tyrell's guarantee."
Gryn nodded and said solemnly, "Miss Margaery, you will see the opportunity within half a year. This is Crabb's promise."
Seeing that the deal was concluded, Olenna patted the table and said loudly, "Margaery, your grandmother doesn't like leeks. Ask the waiter to bring the broth away and serve me cheese."
King's Landing The stars twinkle in the night sky, as if they are dotted with bright diamonds.
After the meal, Gryn said goodbye to Olenna, and Margaery specially sent her as a gift.
The night is very quiet.
While taking a step, Margaery suddenly said, "Lord Gryn, please forgive me, you should be very aware of the consequences of going to war with Vale."
Margaery's steps are light. Although the green skirt on her body is simple in style, it shows her graceful figure very well.
The full moon hangs high, and the beauty of Margaery reflects the moonlight.
Gryn slowed down and said in a gentle tone, "You have good intentions and I am very grateful, Miss Margaery."
A trace of hesitation flashed across the delicate face, and Gryn added, "Some things are unavoidable, and you will see good results."
Margaery raised his face and looked at Gryn: "Lord Gryn, I heard that you don't have a fiancée yet?"
Gryn raised his eyebrows, he seemed to smell the smell of flatbread.
Margaery continued, "You met at Highgarden. Her name is Elo·Tyrell. Elo is my cousin. She is very charming and witty."
Elo·Tyrell? Gryn remembered the beautiful and slender girl in Margaery's maid group.
It seems that he is only eleven or twelve years old this year, right?
Gryn chuckled, "Miss Margaery, the delicate flowers of the south cannot adapt to the Wildling Crackclaw Point everywhere."
Gryn's words revealed a polite rejection.
Gryn sighed in his heart, it seemed that the marriage partner of the Half-Wildling noble had quietly upgraded unknowingly... The morale of King Gryn was quietly rising.
After being happy for a moment, Gryn began to analyze rationally.
Olenna or Margaery himself? Gryn is more inclined to think that this was Olenna's instruction.
Did the old lady take a fancy to Crabb's troops? Taking advantage of this transaction, she would train him to be Golden Rose's loyal thug?
Gryn Suddenly felt that marriage was a useful political method.
Margaery's elk-like eyes blinked. She was a little surprised by the answer Gryn gave. She couldn't guess the reason for Gryn's refusal at the moment.
Seeing Gryn's polite refusal, Margaery changed the subject. "Lord Gryn, Tyrell's merchant ship will soon transport the supplies to Mermaid Harbor."
Gryn nodded in thanks. "You are so thoughtful, Miss Margaery."
There is an ancient Weirwood tree in the center of Winterfell's Godswood. A human face is carved on the trunk. The face is long and melancholy, and the deep-set eyes full of dried red sap are strange and full of warning.
Catelyn and Maester Luwin found Eddard·Stark under this Weirwood.
Lord Eddard sat on the moss-covered rock, holding a piece of oiled leather in his hand to lightly wipe the sword body of "Ice".
Ice has a dull luster. It has a history of four hundred years, but it is still as sharp as when it was first forged.
Catelyn called softly, "Ned..."
Eddard raised his head and looked at his wife and said, "Catelyn? Where are the children?"
Ned's first sentence every time would be to ask her about the child's whereabouts. Catelyn had long been accustomed to this sentence, but when she heard it today, her heart was inexplicably twitched.
Catelyn quickly calmed down and smiled gently, "They are all gathered at the training ground."
The corners of Eddard's lips curled up and he said, "We are leaving tomorrow, and I will leave the house to you, Catelyn."
Catelyn's eyes suddenly turned red and he nodded silently.
Eddard said to the heavy-faced Luwin: "Maester Luwin, I have always treated you as my own flesh and blood. No matter how big or small the matter is, give Catelyn your opinions and teach my children what they must know. Don't forget, Winter is Coming."
Luwin nodded and stroked his chest. "Your Majesty the Duke, I will fulfill my duties well! The Gods bless you and let you go home soon."
Happy holidays! I'm missing TT today, I'll make up for it later.