Cersei·Lannister looked at Gryn, her pupils narrowed. "No need to guess, House Stark's two daughters are among the entourage."
After saying that, the angry Cersei broke several bunches of rose branches in succession, but she was still not relieved.
She said angrily, "I want to kill a wolf, preferably one with gray fur!"
Gryn stood aside silently.
Boss Cersei After folding the roses, I want to kill the wolf again... wait a minute.
Gryn reached out and grabbed Cersei's hand, and directly wiped away the juice left by the broken flower branch with his cloak.
Cersei lowered his eyes and glanced at the hand held by Gryn, and raised the corners of his lips. "Lord Gryn, you are quite courageous."
"My Queen, I am your Steward."
Gryn gently put down Cersei's hand and continued, "Your Highness, no one Seven Kingdoms can stop what King Robert wants to do now."
He added, "Except for you, but the price is too high and it is not cost-effective."
Cersei raised his chin slightly, moved his green eyes slightly, and said coldly, "It's just a battle of life and death, your Queen will never compromise!"
Holding the hilt of the sword tightly, Gryn said, "Cersei Queen, you shouldn't take risks yourself. Please leave dangerous matters to me... and Ser Jaime."
After listening to Gryn's persuasion, Cersei's lips curled up slightly. "Gryn, your words always make me happy. Sometimes I don't know how to reward you..."
While saying this, Cersei stretched out her white and tender hand and patted Gryn. Her slender fingers touched the cold armor, and her brows frowned imperceptibly.
Cersei glanced at the perfectly fitted Crabb armor with slight dissatisfaction.
Gryn solemnly replied, "Being able to serve you is the greatest reward for me."
Cersei sneered, "What a cute boy."
Gryn: "...", he blinked in confusion.
This is the first time Gryn sees Cersei showing such a natural smile. Her hair shines like gold foil under the sun, and she is as beautiful as a summer girl.
Jaime seems to have a good taste?
The sweet smile on Cersei's face quickly dissipated. She stared at the flowers, and soon a mocking contempt appeared on her face.
Kingsroad west of Trident.
Eddard·Stark looked at Robert·Baratheon whose waistline had become as amazing as his height, with an expression of disbelief on his serious face.
Is this really Robert?
"Ned! Ah, it's so nice to see you, especially with your stinky face."
Eddard heard a familiar bell-like voice, and then was hugged, almost breaking all the bones in his body.
Eddard finally confirmed the identity of the fat man. This person is indeed Robert.
Fifteen years ago, when they were fighting side by side, Robert had a clean face, clear eyes, and a height of six feet and five inches. He stood out like a majestic tower among the crowd. He was the strong man the Maiden in Huaichun dreamed of.
During the Balon·Greyjoy rebellion nine years ago, the flags of Stag and Direwolf flew together, and the Seven Kingdoms armies joined forces to conquer the self-proclaimed Iron Islands Lord of the King of. On the night of victory, the two stood side by side in the fortress hall where House Greyjoy fell. Robert accepted the letter of surrender from the leader of the rebels, and he adopted his youngest son Theon as his adopted son.
Nowadays, although a beard as thick and black as wire covers his fat double chin, nothing can cover up Robert's big belly.
Robert looked up and down carefully and said in a hearty voice, "You really haven't changed at all."
A smile appeared on Lord Eddard's always serious face. He knelt on one knee and solemnly said, "Your Majesty, Winterfell is at your disposal."
He took note of his wife's advice. Robert was not only his friend, but also the king of Seven Kingdoms.
"Damn it, Ned!"
Robert cursed, "Don't do this with me!"
Robert The king's thick hand took up Lord Eddard who was kneeling on the ground respectfully.
Robert said angrily, "Also, we are brothers. If you dare to call me Your Majesty again, I will definitely hang you at the door of the Women's Branch. Before that, I will take off your pants first, haha!"
Eddard smiled. He felt that although Robert's appearance had changed a little, his temperament had not changed at all. He thought of the two of them in Eyrie, and they were still so friendly.
Eddard has been with Robert since he was eight years old and grew up in Eyrie as the adopted son of Jon·Arryn. He regards Robert as his brother and sister.
He has a rich heart, but Stark is very stubborn. "I dare not forget."
"Seven Hells!"
After Robert met Eddard's two daughters, he said, "The children are much cuter than you!"
The guards were scattered around, and the two came to the river.
Robert pointed to the distance and said, "Right over there, I killed Rhaegar with one hammer!"
Eddard recalled his sister's last smile, and how she held his hand tightly before passing away. Rose petals poured out from her palm, dark and lifeless.
This is the pain that is deeply engraved in Eddard's heart.
Eddard said slowly, "You have killed him and avenged Lyanna."
Robert said angrily, "But I only killed him once! Now I can only continue to kill him in my dreams, every night!"
Robert's voice became hoarse due to the sorrow of the memory. "The Gods, Lyanna is only sixteen years old..."
Lyanna·Stark was originally going to be the bride of Robert, but she passed away at 16:00. At that time, she was still a childlike girl.
Some old wounds never heal, and it only takes a few words to make them bleed again.
The two men stood silently on the bank of the river, looking at the flowing river with a heavy atmosphere.
The cold Iron Throne failed to make up for the pain of losing Lyanna.
After a while, Eddard looked at Robert: "Tell me about Jon."
Robert shook his head. "I have never seen a person's condition deteriorate so quickly in my life, as if Jon's life was burned out like a raging fire in a short period of time."
Eddard is not in a hurry to express his suspicions about Lannister. There are some things that require personal investigation.
After a pause, Robert put his huge arm around Eddard's shoulders. "I originally thought about talking to you about this matter in a few days, but since you mentioned it, let's talk about it now."
Eddard looked at Robert who suddenly became serious and nodded slightly.
"Jon passed away too suddenly!"
Robert sighed again, and he continued, "Red Keep is in a mess now. I need a trustworthy helper, just like Jon·Arryn A person like. He is both Duke Eyrie, Warden of the East and Hand of the King. It is not easy to find a suitable replacement."
Robert said angrily, "One after another, damn, they are all eyeing Hand of the King's position, and they don't even realize that they don't have the ability. If I dare to hand over the kingdom to them, the Gods will never forgive me!"
Eddard asked, "Jon's child..."
Robert interrupted Eddard: "His son will inherit the title of Duke Eyrie and all the taxes of Vale."
Eddard was stunned for a moment and said, "The House Arryn generation of Vale holds the position of Warden of the East. This is a hereditary position!"
Robert was a little impatient. "Ned, a six-year-old boy cannot lead an army. The first thing I have to consider is this year and the next few years. When the child grows up, I will consider whether to return it to him!"
Eddard didn't want to back down. "Warden of the East is just an honorary title in peacetime. Let that child inherit this title. Even Jon Arryn who has worked hard for the kingdom all his life, this is what he should be."
Robert withdrew his hand from Eddard's shoulder, and his tone was unhappy. "Jon is Hand of the King. This is his duty, and he should be loyal to his king!"
His tone softened and he continued, "Ned, I am not an ungrateful person. You should know this best. I respect him as much as you do. But that child is not his father. A young child will never be able to govern the East. The Gods Please spare me!"
King Robert held Lord Eddard's elbow tightly and said, "Ned, don't talk about this anymore! I need your help with something, and I don't allow you to refuse."
Ahhhh, wait until I finish!