The tall and thin knight with a huge sword behind him stood in front of Margaery·Tyrell without saying a word. Margaery nodded slightly subconsciously, but the other party's pale and colorless eyes stared straight at her without making a sound.
This man has a pockmarked face, no beard, deep eyes, and sunken cheeks. Although he is not old, he has very few hairs left, only a few long tufts of hair sticking out above his ears.
He wore a hard leather coat with an iron-gray chain mail, which was ordinary and unadorned, and looked very old.
Margaery felt in her heart that this person was in danger, but she only frowned slightly. Golden Rose's pride did not allow her to show fear.
[Ser Ilyn has a strange habit of staring at the little beauty without speaking]
Margaery was about to call the maid, when suddenly a blue cloak embroidered with Marsh Marigold appeared in her sight, and it was raised slightly.
"Ser Ilyn..."
His name is Ilyn·Pine, from House Payne of Westerlands, Tywin·Lannister served as Hand of the King of Aerys II, Ilyn was the captain of the bodyguard of Hand of the King.
Because someone tipped off the emperor, Ilyn·Pine claimed outside that Lord Tywin was the real ruler of Seven Kingdoms, and the furious Aerys II (Mad King) had his tongue pulled out. From then on, Ilyn·Pine could never speak.
After King Robert married Cersei Queen, he appointed Ilyn Pine as his King's Justice as a gift to Lord Tywin to compensate for the loss of his tongue while serving House Lannister.
A cold light appeared in Gryn's eyes. "Did you deliberately ignore the Golden Rose badge on this young lady?"
Although Ilyn is from the Lannister camp, he follows King Robert almost day and night, and Gryn has only met him a few times.
Ilyn appeared near the tavern, which means that King Robert is not far away. Gryn and Margaery naturally came out to greet him.
Golden Rose is noble, Gryn thought that Ilyn was paying tribute to Margaery first, and did not mind ignoring his presence.
As a result, Ilyn stood about one step away, staring at Little Rose motionless.
Regardless of what Ilyn really thinks, his current actions are really presumptuous.
Margaery's guard is now temporarily held by Gryn. Failure to act will affect the honor of Crabb.
Gryn and Ilyn are only a palm apart, and his voice has no emotion. "Your eyes seem to be redundant?"
Mutton·Waters's fat body came to Margaery's side and whispered, "Dear lady, there may be some dangers here, please come with me."
Margaery glanced at Mutton, who had an innocent look in his eyes, and recognized that this person was Gryn's personal guard. She glanced at Gryn, nodded and stepped back.
Ilyn looked at Gryn, as if he was staring at a dead person, but received a contemptuous look from Gryn.
Gryn didn't hesitate. With a bang, his fist hooked and hit Ilyn in the abdomen.
Ilyn felt a hammer-like blow, as if his internal organs were being squeezed out. The pain was indescribable. He couldn't help but cover his abdomen with both hands, but he couldn't stop the pain from spreading.
Ilyn's face was twisted in pain, his clenched teeth made a crunching sound, and his trembling hands tried to pull out the sword.
Gryn reached out and grabbed the back of Ilyn's neck, and with another bang, he put his knees on his back, pressing him to the ground.
Gryn pulled out the dagger with a cold light from his waist, put it in front of Ilyn's eyes, and said, "Ser Ilyn, which eye should you dig out first?"
Ilyn tried desperately to struggle, but found that he seemed to be fixed by an iron chain, with no power to resist.
Hey, hey, hey... The dozen or so Gold Cloaks who followed Ser Ilyn reacted and drew out their swords one after another.
Gryn turned his head and looked over, saying coldly, "Gold Cloaks how dare you draw your sword?"
Gryn's hand is just a small dagger that he often plays with, but it has different properties.
Crabb Blue Cloaks They held the sword handles and faced the opposite side, just waiting for the lord's order.
Gold Cloakss looked at dozens of opponents wearing plate armor and did not dare to act rashly.
When Gryn stood in front of him, Margaery no longer had any fear. In addition to being grateful for Gryn's protection, he was also worried that the situation would escalate.
No wonder Half-Wildling is called a noble...Margaery couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He didn't feel that Gryn was joking with Ser Ilyn on the ground.
Gryn's ears twitched. It still took a little time... He looked at Margaery who was surrounded by clan soldiers.
Gryn's smile was a little stiff, and he seemed to be trying his best to not look intimidating.
"Miss Margaery, this guy should be taught a lesson. Do you have any requirements on how to deal with it?"
Margaery's elk-like eyes blinked, this... how should I answer?
Margaery carries the mission of being a grandmother, and secretly tests King Robert's reaction when he sees his appearance, and gains favor by the way, which is related to the future of the family.
Although Ser Ilyn had just made her feel offended, Margaery did not feel that she had to be severely punished.
At the same time, she also knew that Gryn was temporarily acting as a guard, and his honor was at stake here.
Margaery always doesn't understand the honor that men value, so he won't ignore it easily.
Gryn is now a hidden ally, and over there is King Robert's confidant. It's so difficult for her!
Not long after, the voice of Gryn came over again. He held the dagger and gestured. "Dig one first?"
This barbaric guy! Margaery couldn't help but glared at him. Gryn raised his eyebrows. He seemed to be guessing what Margaery meant.
Lord Gryn is usually very smart, isn't he? He won't misunderstand me, right?
Did he deliberately pretend not to understand? Margaery thought of this possibility and she became angry.
In a fit of anger, Margaery suddenly calmed down his chaotic mood and clenched his fist for a while before letting go.
Margaery showed a gentle smile, "Lord Gryn, I think you have punished Ser Ilyn enough, please let him go."
Gryn nodded, Little Rose seems to have grown up than before?!
Gryn glanced at Ilyn, who was leaning on the ground with an expressionless face, and said, "Ser Ilyn, you are so lucky, the person you offended happened to be a kind-hearted young lady."
Gryn is an improvised person. Even without this executioner who was Lord Tywin's confidant, Gryn will still find other opportunities to let Lord Eddard see that he is in Cersei Queen is not Lannister's lackey. He has his own thoughts and honors.
Well, it's not perfect, just barely enough, because he still needs to flexibly jump horizontally repeatedly between Lannister and Stark.
Click, click, click, the sound of intensive horse hooves came, and a majestic figure clamped the horse's belly with his legs, pulling on the reins, and the horse's mane neighed under his crotch.
The flags of Crowned Stag and Icefield Direwolf were flying, and King Robert came slowly, surrounded by all the sworn knights.
Gryn made a gesture, and Crabb Blue Cloaks retreated neatly.
Robert King's voice was deafening. "Damn it, who told me what happened here?!"
As soon as Robert appeared, he immediately suppressed the momentum of everyone present and looked majestic.
Gryn stood up, and Ilyn climbed up in a somewhat embarrassed manner.
Robert noticed the movement of the two people, stared angrily, and said, "Eh... it's you? Crackclaw Point's brat, how dare you appear in front of me?!"
There was some confusion on Gryn's face, but he still saluted unhurriedly. "Good day, my Majesty, the Whispers is at your disposal."
Robert looked down at Gryn from the horse for a while, and said angrily, "Damn Crownland Bannerman!"
He turned his head and shouted again, "Ned! Look who this little guy is!"
After saying that, the fat king jumped off the horse nimbly.
The burly Lord Eddard also quickly dismounted and followed the footsteps of King Robert. He soon discovered Gryn.
The two of them stood in front of Gryn like a wall.
After Gryn saw the family crest on Lord Eddard, he ignored etiquette and said with suppressed excitement, "Are you Duke Winterfell?"
Lord Eddard looked at the excited young man, guessing his identity and nodded slightly.
Seeing Lord Eddard nodding, Gryn's eyes lit up, and he touched his chest respectfully and saluted. "Good day, Lord Eddard, I am Crackclaw Point's Gryn·Crabb. Your kindness, House Crabb, will never be forgotten."
Lord Eddard murmured, "Crackclaw Point's Crabb..."
A figure appeared in his mind, and he asked King Robert: "Is he that child?"
When they were reminiscing about the past on the road, they happened to mention Gryn's mother.
King Robert laughed loudly and said, "Ned, that's that child, you did a good thing. Look, he has grown up and can already serve the kingdom..."
As he said that, he couldn't help but said angrily, "But it also gives me a headache. In short, no one in my Crownland Bannerman will make me worry. I will leave it to you to worry about in the future, haha!"
Lord Eddard shrugged his shoulders slightly. He looked at Gryn, with a smile on his serious face and a tone of relief, "My child, I am very happy to see that you have grown up healthily."
After saying that, he reached out and patted Gryn's shoulder. Gryn looked at Lord Eddard with bright eyes (following Lancel's example) and nodded heavily.
At this time, a somewhat embarrassed Ser Ilyn came over and nodded slightly towards King Robert.
Robert King looked at the person who came down and said incredulously, "Ser Ilyn, you are not being..."
He pointed at Gryn and continued, "Have you defeated this brat?"
Gryn raised his eyebrows and glanced provocatively at Ser Ilyn.
Lord Eddard raised the corners of his lower lips imperceptibly. Gryn's unabashed provocative behavior reminded him of the days when he was young. When he and Robert were at this age, they wished they could fight every day.
"Damn it!"
Robert King just cursed when Ser Ilyn left directly. Maybe he was used to this situation.
King Robert looked at Gryn and said angrily, "Damn Gryn, you are so brave, you even dare to hit... my King's Justice."
King Robert had seen a lot before, including the scene where Gryn pressed his knee on Ser Ilyn's back... He originally wanted to say knock him down, but in order to save Ser Ilyn's face, he changed his wording to something he thought sounded better.
Lord Eddard frowned. His impression of Lannister was not good. Coupled with the secret letter written by Lysa to his wife, he was very worried about Ser Ilyn, whom King Robert often brought with him, because strictly speaking, this person was Tywin·Lannister's confidant.
Through various conversations along the way, Lord Eddard already knew that King Robert was almost surrounded by people from Lannister.
Robert Don't you have a sense of vigilance? Lord Eddard is getting more and more confused about what the King Robert is thinking now.
At the same time, Lord Eddard was glad that he finally decided to go south to assist Robert, otherwise King Robert's situation would only get worse and more dangerous.
Gryn scratched his neck and said angrily, "King Robert, he himself did something that was detrimental to his honor. If someone hadn't asked for mercy, I wouldn't have let Ser Ilyn go. I've already shown mercy!"
"Seven Hells ah!"
Robert King almost jumped up in anger.
"Damn you bastard, I'm going to hang you up, I'm going to whip you with my own hands!"
Gryn faced the furious King Robert, but he still refused to give in.
Seeing that King Robert was so angry that he seemed to want to hit someone, Lord Eddard stretched out his hand to stop the person and said, "Robert... Your Majesty, at least listen to the reason first."
King Robert said angrily, "What are you listening to? Ser Ilyn's tongue has been pulled out long ago, and he can't speak! Are you just going to listen to this kid talking nonsense?"
Lord Eddard was just about to say that there were more than just two people here, Gryn and Ilyn, when a crisp and pleasant voice came over.
"I have seen King Robert. This matter happened because of me. I have to comment. Please forgive me for being presumptuous."
Margaery held the skirt with both hands and saluted gracefully.
King Robert looked at Margaery, who had his head slightly lowered, and asked, "Are you...House Tyrell's girl?"
Robert saw the Golden Rose badge on Margaery.
Margaery raised her head, her posture showing the youthful vitality of the Maiden.
Her voice was light and lively. "My name is Margaery·Tyrell, and my father is Duke Mace·Tyrell. It is a great honor to meet you, my majesty!"
Gryn was watching a play at this time, and he knew very well that Margaery was imitating the character of Lyanna·Stark. She acted very well, as if it was her nature.
Master Gryn had to give a like.
Gryn sighed in his heart, wondering when the daughters of dukes would work so hard to win his favor... Suddenly I felt a little envious of King Robert.
But he thought about it and realized that this kind of thing was not as wonderful as he imagined. Each of them represents the interests of the family behind them. This is not a simple love between a man and a woman. This is also Game of Thrones.
No wonder even King Robert, who was addicted to beauty, never looked for noble ladies again after experiencing the incident of Storm's End.
Therefore, Gryn soon stopped being envious.
Lord Eddard unknowingly showed the smile of an old father. He hoped that his little daughter could be as ladylike and lively as Miss Tyrell. This was the reason why he brought Arya·Stark to the south.
Lord Eddard Thinking of his quirky little daughter, he sighed secretly, hoping that he still had time to teach her.
King Robert nodded and said, "Okay, Margaery, tell me the reason."