After listening to Surana's advice, the 16-year-old (298AC) Lord Gryn had to think deeply.
It won't be long before Crabb can establish the dominance of Crackclaw Point. The territory needs legitimate heirs, so as to unite people's hearts more.
Getting married and having children is a very important job for the Westeros lords. For them, nothing can compare to the continuation of the family from generation to generation.
Gryn flashed a figure in his mind, rubbing his thumb against his index finger.
Gryn reflected on himself, and it seems that he likes or habitually chooses the difficult path.
Gryn left the chair and walked to the window. He saw the clan soldiers training below.
Surana followed and said respectfully, "Crackclaw Point also has many noble ladies of marriageable age. Those family heads must be very willing to marry Crabb."
She refers to House Boggs, House Brune, House Cave, House Hardy, House Pyne and other Crackclaw Point nobles.
Gryn's eyes moved slightly and said, "Surana, I want them to surrender to Crabb."
Instead of sharing the fruits... the following sentence Gryn was not spoken.
The respected Hand Jon Arryn has passed away, and Gryn will naturally inherit his legacy and continue to block and suppress other Crackclaw Point nobles except Crabb until they are willing to integrate into the Crabb Legion's system.
Gryn turned sideways and looked at Surana. His voice was gentle. "Lady Surana, I will take this matter seriously."
Surana left the room quickly. As a housekeeper, there were many things that needed to be arranged before departure.
Red Keep.
In Red Keep, Duke Winterfell has not yet arrived at King's Landing, nor is King Robert, but the king's order for his appointment as Hand of the King has been issued.
Gryn learned about this from Gold Cloaks who was guarding the gate when he entered Red Keep.
Even if the guard doesn't tell him, he will know the news soon after entering Red Keep.
He threw a Silver Stag to Gold Cloaks who was smiling at him. The kind-hearted Lord Gryn encouraged the enthusiasm of the loyal guards.
In the compliment, the blue cloak flicked, and Gryn took steps in the direction of Small Council Chamber.
No matter what, it will belong to Eddard·Stark for a period of time in the future.
As for Mace·Tyrell, he thought it was up to King Robert to worry about how to arrange for Lord of Highgarden who came from afar.
King Robert will also hold a grand competition to celebrate the new Hand of the King Lord Eddard taking office.
The winner of the lance competition will be awarded 40,000 Gold Dragon, and the second place will be rewarded 20,000 Gold Dragon; the winner of the team close combat competition will be rewarded 20,000 Gold Dragon; the winner of the archery competition will be rewarded 10,000 Gold Dragon.
Hiss, this is good news!
Gryn was already a lord who had seen 150,000 Gold Dragon, and he quickly calmed down.
Approaching Small Council Chamber, Gryn saw two figures, one fat and one thin, under the pavilion in the distance.
One wears slim clothes, the other wears loose clothes; one has hair, the other is bald; Petyr and Varys seem to be born opposites.
The two of them have been secretly plotting to plunge Westeros into chaos. The righteous Gryn has a very impression of the two conspirators... forget it, strictly speaking they are peers.
Gryn deliberately raised the sound of his footsteps.
Sensing the gazes of Petyr and Varys, Gryn nodded slightly at first, then greeted him as he approached, "Good day, Mr. Petyr, Mr. Varys, please forgive me for disturbing you."
Varys held hands together and said with a smile, "Master Petyr and I are having an interesting conversation. I am very happy that you can join me, Lord Gryn."
Petyr looked at Varys who had a smile on his face and said, "Sir Varys, perhaps boring is a more appropriate description."
After saying that, without waiting for Varys's reply, he turned to Gryn, curled his lips and said, "Lord Gryn, if I guessed correctly, you should have come to see me."
Petyr and Varys often had some quarrels during this period, which is something everyone knows.
Gryn shrugged and said, "Master Petyr, your wisdom is admirable! I just learned that Duke Winterfell was appointed as the new Hand of the King by King Robert..."
He smiled, there were some things they both knew tacitly.
Varys said with a smile, "The king's order came suddenly. The new Hand of the King represents new changes. I can't help but feel timid."
Gryn is very dedicated. He consoled him seriously. "Sir Varys, your role is irreplaceable. The new Hand of the King needs your help."
Varys said humbly, "It is a great honor to serve the new Hand of the King."
Petyr's gray-green eyes looked at Varys, his voice was hoarse and full of magnetism. "I really have to envy your position, Lord Varys."
Gryn asked doubtfully, "Sir Petyr, you seem to have encountered a problem?"
Petyr smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Varys explained, "Lord Gryn, Master of Coin are worried about how to raise the Gold Dragon needed to host Tourney in a short time. You should also know, right? The total rewards need to be prepared 90,000 Gold Dragon."
Petyr sighed, "90,000 Gold Dragon is far from enough, and other expenses have to be added. I also know that King Robert must have a banquet for guests. In other words, we need chefs, carpenters, waitresses, singers, actors and jugglers... Our king has always been very generous. According to past experience, at least 160,000 Gold Dragon must be prepared."
Gryn's eyes moved. "Sir Petyr, are you looking for Lannister?"
If Golden Rose had been approached in the past, Petyr could have easily obtained a loan for the royal family, but now... this time it is to celebrate the new Hand of the King taking office, so how dare he rub salt into Lord Mace's wounds.
Lannister VS Tyrell, Cersei·Lannister pierced a thorn in the heart of House Tyrell.
Stark VS Tyrell, Lord Mace failed to take the position of Hand of the King that they were determined to win.
It seems that Tyrell has suffered a lot, but he still needs to add fuel to the fire. Westerlands and the Reach have been neighbors for many years, and Gryn should help them deepen their relationship.
As for Stark VS Lannister, that is the home court of Boss Cersei, and the battle between Direwolf and Golden Lion is inevitable.
Vale and Riverlands, and Dorne...Gryn has a long way to go to lead the leadership.
He blinked, retracted his thoughts, and continued, "Cersei Queen is not familiar with Winterfell, so he lacks some enthusiasm."
After Gryn finished speaking, the three of them first looked at each other. Petyr and Varys smiled and nodded slightly, with meaningful smiles on their faces.
After a pause, Petyr shrugged and said, "Red Keep already owes Lannister more than three million Gold Dragon. In fact, borrowing another hundreds of thousands is nothing..."
He raised the corners of his lips and continued, "After seeing the king's order, I planned to go to Cersei Queen. If I get Queen's understanding, things will be much easier."
Sighing, Petyr spread his hands and said, "I happened to meet Mr. Varys, and I had to accept his kindness, and then you came."
Varys smiled and said, "Sir Petyr, this is just a small favor, don't take it to heart. Cersei When Queen is upset, we shouldn't bother her anymore. This is also a manifestation of loyalty."
The corners of Petyr's eyes twitched, and he said coldly, "This is something everyone knows, but we don't have eyes and ears everywhere, my Lord Master of Whisperers."
Varys's smile was deeper and his tone was more humble, "I just happened to hear it. My Little Bird cannot buy White Walker, my finance master."
Gryn's heart moved, Petyr is good at buying people, could it be that he has reached out to Varys?
Gryn had some doubts on his face and did not disturb the conversation between the two. He is a good audience.
Petyr's smile was very elegant, but his tone was slightly sarcastic. "Don't you often say that your Little Bird is everywhere? Gold Dragon can only bribe people who don't have much loyalty."
Varys said in panic, "Oh, that was just a joke on my part, I don't have that much ability!"
After saying that, Varys wanted to reach out and grab one of Petyr's hands to show his sincerity, but Petyr naturally dodged it.
Petyr looked in the direction of Maegor's Holdfast, raised his hand to stroke his neat hair, and murmured, "I don't know when His Highness Queen will be in a happy mood. Soon Seven Kingdoms knights from all over the country will gather King's Landing. We cannot affect the king's kindness and generosity."
Varys took back his empty hands without changing his expression, and the smile on his face did not diminish, "Master Petyr, here is a Maegor's Holdfast minister whom His Highness Queen trusts most."
Petyr withdrew his worried gaze, first nodded slightly towards Varys, and then turned to Gryn.
Petyr's tone was sincere. "Lord Gryn, my friend, do you have any good suggestions?"
Gryn nodded and said sincerely, "Sir Petyr, it would be my honor if I could help you."
After lowering his head and thinking for a while, Gryn raised his head and glanced around to make sure there was no one else nearby.
Then Gryn approached the two of them, lowered his voice and said, "Two adults, have you noticed the list of Duke Winterfell's entourage?"
Petyr and Varys looked at each other, and then looked at Gryn at the same time.
Gryn said directly, "Winterfell Duke's eldest daughter and second daughter are among the entourage. This is why His Highness Queen is in a bad mood."
After a moment of silence, Varys covered his mouth and exclaimed, "Could it be that they want to..."
Petyr's eyes flickered, the corners of his lips curled up at first, and then he said in a rather helpless tone, "Things have become complicated. It seems that I have to bargain with Lord High Septon again."
Gryn hesitated for a moment, then said to Petyr, "Actually, Cersei Queen is still very concerned about the government affairs of the kingdom, Lord Petyr."
Petyr's eyes moved and he looked at Gryn: "Oh? Do you have any idea?"
Petyr didn't act, he really hates being exposed to people, and his bargaining skills are comparable to Dorne the fishmonger's High Septon.
Gryn smiled, raised Right Hand and stretched out two fingers, and then immediately stretched out the remaining fingers, with his palm facing the direction of Petyr.
The corners of Petyr's mouth twitched, he paused for a moment, and stretched out a hand to press down Gryn's thumb and index finger.
Gryn's thumb was easily pressed down by him, but the other four fingers remained motionless.
Petyr did not hesitate and quickly retracted his hand. He is an elegant gentleman.
Varys watched the silent interaction between Gryn and Petyr with a smile.
Petyr sighed and said, "We haven't learned about the new Hand of the King yet, but I think it won't be as easy as it is now."
Gryn said helplessly, "I can only count it as an advance. I don't want to be paid attention to by Lord Hand like before."
He put on a sincere smile and said again, "Master Petyr, I will remember your help."
Petyr shrugged and said, "It's just mutual help. Everyone knows that our Majesty lacks a little patience."
Gryn nodded in agreement, and he asked Varys: "Sir Varys, do you know where Duke Winterfell is?"