Crackclaw Point.
About 2 miles southeast of Whispers is Lyanna Manor given by Gryn to his cousin Lyanna·Crabb.
Lyanna Manor is located in green fields, surrounded by rolling hills, forming a natural barrier. There is also a forest near the manor, which is a natural hunting ground.
Under the auspices of an architect from the Reach, the main building of the manor has a rough outline.
In the lush green woods, Julia couldn't help but exclaimed, "Lady Lyanna, are you pregnant?"
Julia is wearing a light blue strapless dress, with dark brown hair hanging naturally on her shoulders.
Her eyes were wide open, her body was a little stiff, and she stared blankly at Lyanna.
Lyanna nodded silently, with an imperceptible bitterness hidden on her face.
Dick was sent to Essos by Gryn, while Julia stayed with the Whispers. The manor of Lyanna is still under construction. The two people of similar age often accompany each other in the empty castle.
The sunshine was just right today, and the two of them were walking in the forest together. Julia just learned this somewhat shocking news.
Julia immediately wanted to escape from this problem. Dick's brother was still "fighting" for herself outside, so she really didn't dare to get into any trouble.
But the Lyanna·Crabb in front of her was a bit innocent in her eyes, but she was the cousin of the owner of this land.
Julia closed his eyes in distress, and after a while, he opened his eyes.
Julia took a breath and said in a very gentle voice, "Lady Lyanna, how are you going to deal with it?"
She gritted her teeth and whispered, "I can help you get Moon Tea."
Hearing Moon Tea, Lyanna, there was panic on his face, and he subconsciously covered his abdomen with his palms.
Lyanna shook his head quickly. "No, it can't be..."
Julia stretched out his hands and grabbed one of Lyanna's hands, and first comforted him, "Lady Lyanna, I just want to help you. No one here can force you to do something you don't want to do."
Seeing that Lyanna's mood became more stable, she added, "Except Lord Gryn!"
Hearing Gryn's name, Lyanna looked at Julia, with tears in her beautiful eyes. "Julia, what should I do?"
Lyanna's fingers trembled slightly due to nervousness, and his pale face showed an uneasy and helpless look.
King's Landing.
"Apples, good apples, even if the price is doubled, you will think they are cheap!"
"Come and buy blood melon, it's as sweet as honey!"
"Rutabaga, onions, potatoes, come on, kohlrabi, onions, potatoes, come on!"
Gryn, surrounded by guards, rode through the smelly city. On the street, an actor was walking on stilts, striding like a giant monster among the crowd, followed by a large group of bare feet. Ya's child screamed strangely. On the other side, two little boys in tattered clothes were making signs with wooden sticks. An old woman stuck her head out of the window above and poured a bucket of foot-washing water on their heads to end the fight.
Turn into Street of Steel and ride the long Visenya's Hill along the winding road. Along the way, you pass by the Smith who is working in front of the forge and who is bargaining with his armor. Free Riders, as well as the gray-haired iron dealers selling various old iron knives on carriages, most of King's Landing the Smith gathered here.
Gryn The group went directly to the top of the hill. In front of a huge house made of wood and plaster, they pulled the reins and stopped the horses.
The two doors of the house are made of ebony and Weirwood, with a hunting scene engraved on them. A pair of stone knights stand guard on both sides of the entrance, wearing red steel armor with unrealistic shapes, giving them the form of a griffon and a unicorn.
Gryn jumped off the horse, handed the reins to Martier·Baker, and led Mutton·Waters into the house.
The middle-aged man glanced at the badge on Gryn and hurriedly came over to greet him with a smile on his face, "Your honorable lord, Tob Mott is at your disposal."
Tob Mott wore a black velvet coat, with a hammer pattern embroidered on the sleeves with silver thread, and a heavy silver chain around his neck, with a sapphire as big as a pigeon's egg.
Tob Mott was enthusiastic. "If you need new armor, you've come to the right place."
"Sir, the prices for the things I make are very high. I admit this myself, but I can assure you that there is no one in Seven Kingdoms whose craftsmanship can compare with mine. If you don't believe it, you can go to every blacksmith shop in King's Landing and compare it yourself."
He added, "Actually, any countryman the Smith can make a piece of armor. But what I make is a work of art. You must have seen the armors of Knight of Flowers and Renly. Their entire sets of armors were purchased from me."
Gryn slightly tapped his chin, pointed at Mutton, and said, "How is his armor doing? Take me over to see."
Tob made a gesture of invitation. "His armor will be completed in more than a month. Now the major parts are almost completed. Of course, it still needs to be polished carefully."
Tob led Gryn through a long and narrow courtyard to the armor-making room.
The temperature inside the house was very high, there was a blazing forge in every corner, and the air was filled with the smell of smoke and sulfur.
Seeing that Tob had brought the stranger, the Smiths just glanced briefly, touched the sweat on their foreheads, and then continued to wield hammers and pliers, while the shirtless apprentice worked hard to stir up the wind furnace.
Tob called over a tall boy with strong muscles on his arms and chest.
"This is Gendry. Even though he is young, he is very skilled at work and very diligent in his work." After saying that, he turned to the young man and said, "Boy, let your noble lord take a look at the armors you have made."
Gendry's gloomy blue eyes glanced at the gentle-faced Gryn, pushed back his sweat-soaked hair, and said to Tob: "Only the polished helmet."
After saying that, without waiting for anyone to reply, he walked to the back, and after a while, he brought out a barrel-shaped silver helmet.
Gryn took it, weighed it first, and then looked at it.
Compared with ordinary helmets, its thickness is at least more than half. Although its shape is simple, it feels sophisticated as soon as you use it.
Gryn handed the helmet to Mutton, who was looking at it eagerly.
Gryn patted Gendry on the arm and praised, "Gendry, your skills are great."
Gendry's hair is thick and thick, messy and as black as ink.
His chin had just grown some black stubble, his face looked a little shy, and his lips trembled a few times.
Tuob said, "Sir, please forgive me, this boy has a very stupid tongue, he only knows how to blacksmith!"
Gryn smiled and shook his head, patted Gendry again, and left the hot room.
Once outside, Gryn customized a set of armor from Tuobu.
Gryn's ancestral armor is too simple in shape, so he wants to prepare a gorgeous armor in advance for the upcoming Tournament.
After writing down the request, Taobu took the handed bag of Gold Dragon with a smile. He patted his chest with his big hand and promised that the armor he produced would definitely satisfy Gryn.
That night, old the Smith called Gendry into the house.
The rosy-faced Tob had already drank a lot of wine. He picked up the wine glass and filled it up. "Child, the Smith cannot live without wine."
As he spoke, he pushed the wine glass on the table in the direction of Gendry.
Gendry picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, and Tob laughed heartily.
After he stopped laughing, his tone was serious. "Do you still remember the young nobleman wearing Blue Cloaks who came during the day?"
Gendry wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand and nodded.
Tuob said solemnly, "Try to avoid him in the future."
Gendry looked at Tuobu, who had a serious face, with some confusion.
Although Gendry doesn't show it on the surface, he has a very good impression of Gryn. He can feel that Gryn is not pretentious like other noble lords.
Gendry is not good at words, but he is very sensitive on the inside. At least among the nobles he has come into contact with, only Gryn is different.
"Child, this is the intuition of an old the Smith. That young nobleman feels very dangerous to me. Standing next to him is like standing next to an edged sword... If you can, don't meet him."
Gendry believed in old the Smith and nodded.
After a moment of silence, he said solemnly, "I'm just a lowly illegitimate child."
Taob was stunned for a moment. Instead of following Gendry's words of comfort, he laughed and said, "Child, you are a good the Smith!"
Gendry's face was sharp and angular. He raised his eyes and looked at Master the Smith, with a slight curl in the corners of his lips.
At about the same time, Gryn asked the attendant to bring Mutton into the study.
Mutton's belly can cause waves of flesh with just one movement. Gryn looked over and couldn't help but smile.
Mutton noticed Gryn's gaze, looked down and smiled.
"Mutton, I will arrange something for you."
Mutton nodded naively and looked at Gryn with dull eyes.
"His name is Gendry, the young the Smith we met today."
"Master Gryn, I remember that person."
After a pause, Gryn said, "If you have the opportunity to have more contact with him, I hope you can become acquainted with him."
Mutton scratched his head in confusion, but didn't ask any more questions and nodded his head naively.
I actually love making friends... it's not difficult.
After Mutton left, Gryn tapped his fingers on the desk a few times and looked at the map on the wall. His eyes stopped at Stormlands.
The next day, Maegor's Holdfast.
Watching Mace·Tyrell leave, Gryn's eyes trembled slightly.
When Cersei Queen met Lord Mace, Gryn was with him from beginning to end.
Cersei Queen did not deliberately hide his impatience, but Lord Mace seemed not to notice it, and his attitude became more and more respectful.
Gryn is secretly sorry, dignified Lord of Highgarden, why don't you dare to fight with Cersei Queen!
Gryn sighed deeply at Lord Mace's ability to bend and stretch. This is a political method that requires talent.
Gryn glanced at Cersei Queen who was looking proud. At least Lord Mace coaxed Cersei Queen to be very happy.
Cersei had just finished showing off her majesty in front of Lord of Highgarden, and she was in a very happy mood.
Cersei propped up his cheek and looked at Jaime first, then at Gryn.
Everyone could see that she was in a good mood. "Lord Gryn, come with me for a walk in the garden."
Wandering in the garden, the fragrance of various flowers fills your nose.
Cersei stopped in front of a flower bed filled with roses of various colors.
At this time, Cersei Queen's cheerful expression had long since dissipated without a trace.
Her voice was cold. "Lord Gryn, I don't like Golden Rose, and I hate Margaery·Tyrell staying at King's Landing."
After the words fell, Cersei stretched out his hand and broke the branches of a bouquet of golden roses without mercy.
Little Rose?
Could it be that Cersei Queen saw House Tyrell's ambition for Queen's position?
Gryn turned his head and looked at Cersei.
Her hair was carefully combed by the maid and decorated with exquisite gem hair accessories, which perfectly matched the nobility of Queen.
"Your Highness Queen, are you worried about Prince Joffrey?"
After listening to Gryn's words, Cersei showed a satisfied look.
Gryn is Chief Steward of Cersei. She didn't bother to find a good reason and said bluntly, "I will never allow Margaery to become Joffrey's marriage partner."
After a pause, Gryn said, "Are you worried that...King Robert will cross your path to promote a marriage with Golden Rose?"
Cersei snorted lightly and said coldly, "That drunkard can do any stupid thing!"
Gryn speculates that the reason why Cersei rejects Margaery is related to the prophecy made by the Maiden.
Gryn's eyes moved slightly and said, "Your Highness Queen, I think with the current situation, King Robert will not think of marrying Golden Rose."
He added, "It won't take long before Lord Eddard will arrive at King's Landing. Their relationship is deep, and King Robert is more likely to promote a marriage with House Stark."
Let my son marry the daughter of a the North bumpkin?
After listening to what Gryn guessed, Cersei Queen frowned slightly unconsciously.
Cersei said contemptuously, "Why do you think that? Direwolf's daughter is not worthy of Lioness's son."
Gryn shrugged and explained, "I think King Robert wants to consolidate the North, Riverlands, and Vale."
Cersei's beautiful eyes moved, and after thinking for a while, she figured out Robert's intention.
Cersei's voice was full of anger. "That drunkard is wary of Lannister! Oh, he has completely lost the Warrior's courage, poor and cowardly drunkard."
Gryn agreed, "Yes, Your Highness Queen! You alone are enough to protect Prince Joffrey! King Robert is unnecessary. In the future, when Prince Joffrey succeeds Iron Throne..."
After a pause, Gryn continued, "The North, Riverlands, Vale will instead become the constraints of Prince Joffrey."
Cersei's expression turned cold. "Gryn, it's just your guess now!"
Gryn nodded slightly. "Your Highness Queen, maybe you can take a look at the list of Lord Eddard's entourage. I think Pycelle Grand Maester will receive the North's letter soon."
Cersei asked in confusion, "List of entourage?"
"Your Highness, if Miss House Stark's name appears on the accompanying list, the purpose of King Robert can be said to be self-evident."