Candlelight flickers in the restaurant.
Gryn smiled and said, "Ser Jaime, I don't have any expectations for this. You and House Tyrell's Knight of Flowers will definitely attract the attention of all the ladies."
Jaime·Lannister smiled freely.
Cersei Queen put down the wine glass, raised the corners of his lips and said, "Charming Mr. Warden of the East, get some fruit for your Queen, you know what I like to eat."
Jaime shrugged, stood up from the chair, smiled and saluted
"I am happy to serve you, my Highness Queen."
After Jaime left, Cersei Queen's beautiful eyes moved and looked at Gryn.
"Lord Gryn, your Queen is very uneasy about Gold Cloaks's loyalty."
Gryn's upper body leaned forward slightly in the direction of Cersei Queen: "My Highness Queen, the Whispers is at your disposal."
Cersei Queen's idea is very simple. If the secret plan fails, he will directly raise troops to kill King Robert.
As for the consequences of doing so... she only knew that they were all written by the winner.
Cersei Queen showed a look of satisfaction, and she added, "Mobilize 2,000 soldiers to King's Landing as soon as possible."
"Yes, my Queen!"
After a pause, Gryn continued, "I will make arrangements when I get back. I can see your 2,000 soldiers in at most fifteen days."
Cersei Queen slightly tapped her chin, shook the wine glass, and suddenly said, "Lord Gryn, aren't you curious why I want to mobilize the army?"
Gryn shook his head and said without hesitation, "My Queen, I only care about what your next order is."
Gryn's answer made Cersei very satisfied. She said in a good mood, "Lord Gryn, your loyalty makes me happy. Soon... you will be my Commander of the Gold Cloaks."
Gryn was stunned for a moment, then with a look of joy on his face, he stroked his chest and nodded. "Your Highness, thank you for your trust, Crabb will always remember your kindness."
Cersei Queen raised her chin slightly, raised the corners of her lips, and said, "Don't tell Jaime about the troop deployment yet. I will tell him personally when the troops arrive King's Landing."
Cersei Queen doesn't understand military affairs, so she doesn't care about how Gryn secretly transferred the army to King's Landing... Well, she only cares about the results.
"As you wish, my Queen."
After leaving Maegor's Holdfast, Gryn suddenly stopped on the way and looked to one side. He raised his hand to signal the guards to stay put.
Gryn stood silently for a while, walked into the flowers and slipped out of a thin figure.
"Lord Gryn, how did you find me?"
Arya·Stark was not embarrassed at all when Gryn was holding it in his hand. On the contrary, he looked even more excited.
Gryn put down Arya, squatted down and looked over. The little girl's eyes were shining brightly in the moonlight.
Gryn said solemnly, "Miss Arya, the guards at Red Keep are very sensitive at night. They may swing their swords without saying hello. You should have a guard by your side."
Arya patted his clothes randomly a few times and said, "Lord Gryn, you haven't answered my question yet."
Well, this... is very Stark.
Gryn chuckled lightly and said, "The wind tonight caused the flowers and plants to sway, except for the large area where you are."
Arya was delighted. "So that's it, you must be an excellent hunter."
After saying that, Arya wanted to slip away, but was caught by Gryn.
He said, "Miss Arya, I have answered your question, now can I hear your answer."
Arya puffed her cheeks and her tone was very perfunctory. "Okay, okay, I will pay attention next time."
Gryn stood up, curled his lips imperceptibly, and said, "It seems I have no choice but to send you to Lord Eddard..."
He glanced at the sky and continued, "I hope it won't disturb his rest."
Gryn heard a slight hum.
Arya shook her head quickly, and she said obediently, "I know the way, I can go back by myself, I won't bother you anymore."
"It happened to be on my way, I'm honored."
Arya glanced at the crowd Blue Cloaks "surrounding" her, and her shoulders slumped.
Arya didn't want to be scolded by his father, so he used various tricks along the way.
For example, they promise again, please again, and finally act pitiful.
Gryn Lord was indifferent.
Arya thought Gryn was a good friend, but she felt deeply betrayed.
She swore in her heart that she would never talk to Gryn again!
Near Tower of the Hand, Gryn stopped and looked at Arya who looked angry. "Miss Arya."
Gryn pointed in the direction of Tower of the Hand's door and said, "I will stay here, and I will leave after seeing you go in."
Arya blinked, as if to confirm whether he heard correctly.
Wasn't he going to press me to my father? Her eyes lit up again.
Gryn lowered his body, patted Arya's little head, and said, "Go ahead and pay attention to safety in the future."
Arya nodded heavily with a look of surprise.
"Lord Gryn, you are my good friend."
"I'm honored, go to bed early."
Arya trotted towards the Tower of the Hand gate. When she was almost at the door, she turned around and waved her little hand. Then she said a few words to the guard at the door and entered Tower of the Hand directly.
Gryn raised his eyes to admire the starry night sky for a while, then led the escort away Tower of the Hand.
Arya, who was originally happy, had just stepped onto the stairs and looked up when he saw his father with a solemn face. The smile on his little face suddenly froze there.
Arya reluctantly said, "Good night, father."
Lord Eddard, who was slightly sullen, sighed and said, "Arya, everyone is ready to find you."
Arya lowered his head and said, "Sorry, father, I'm just too bored."
Lord Eddard walked down a few stairs, touched Arya with his big hand, and said, "Next time, remember to let people know where you have been."
Arya nodded, with a smile on his face, "Father, I met Lord Gryn. He sent me here. He and I are already good friends."
Lord Eddard's lips curled up slightly. "Arya, you are very powerful. You have made friends since you first came here."
He added, "I will find you a teacher tomorrow..."
Arya shook his head. "Father, I can't learn the skills of a lady..."
She spread her little hands, glanced down, and continued, "They are really stupid and can't do anything clever."
Lord Eddard sighed, "Arya, my child, you have a special wildness. Your grandfather called it Wolf Blood. My sister Lyanna has a little bit of it, and my brother Brandon Tully has more. As a result, both of them died young."
Arya Although he is still young, he can hear sadness in his father's words.
Her father rarely talked about his father and siblings in front of them. Arya only knew that they all passed away before she was born.
Lord Eddard's eyes are deep, as if he is reminiscing.
"If your grandfather had agreed, Lyanna would probably be able to wield a sword. Sometimes when I see you, I think of her. You even look somewhat similar to her."
Arya said in astonishment, "Father, Aunt Lyanna is a great beauty."
Everyone in Winterfell is saying this, but no one has ever used Lyanna to describe Arya. They call her "Horseface Arya".
A smile appeared on Lord Eddard's face, "You are very similar, both beautiful and willful."
Father never lies... Arya was very happy inside, with a cheerful smile on his little face.
After walking a few steps, Lord Eddard said, "Arya, you and Sansa have argued a lot along the way. You are sisters."
Arya avoided Lord Eddard's gaze. She turned her little face to the other side and said, "She always likes to sue me. I hate her."
Lord Eddard said gently and authentically, "You two may have different personalities, but you are both Stark. Winter is Coming. You need her, and she also needs you, and I need you two, my children."
Arya looked at her father, and she saw the deep tiredness hidden... Arya felt very distressed, and she didn't want her father to worry more.
She nodded slightly. "Father, a wolf who walks alone will die, but a wolf who gathers in a pack will live. I forgive Sansa."
After a pause, she said again, "I want to learn to sword!"
Crabb Mansion.
After taking off his armor, Gryn entered the study and stood in front of the map on the wall.
Westward Plan is advancing smoothly, and Amparo has proven his ability with his military exploits. Gryn is just waiting to hold a knighthood ceremony for Amparo after the westward advance.
Gryn pinched his chin and decided to hand over the command of the westward march to Thorn Legion Commander Amparo, led by Pell·Pili, led 2000 soldiers to King's Landing, while Garrison Legion and Mason·Baker continued to guard the territory.
As for how to mobilize... Gryn's eyes moved to King's Landing's position, and his eyes trembled slightly.
After thinking for a while, his finger first tapped Vale, and then tapped Dragonstone below.
Gryn Left Hand, who was carried behind his back, rubbed his thumb against his index finger.
A slave owner's manor at Western Coast of Essos.
Viserys·Targaryen, who had just recovered from a serious illness, his face became even thinner. He was sitting on the most gorgeous chair in the hall, leaning on the armrest.
Viserys stared at his haggard sister, with a mocking tone in his tone. "Dany, are you going to let me take 10,000 slaves to recapture Iron Throne? Are you going to laugh the Seizer to death, my good sister?"
Daenerys·Targaryen took the cup from Borona and said in a tired voice, "Brother, we still have one year."
Daenerys learned from the slaves rescued on the ship that they came from a manor that specialized in slave trading, and they were not far away.
Daenerys knows very well that they cannot drift in the Narrow Sea forever. She needs to find a temporary residence as soon as possible to facilitate her subsequent plans.
They docked at a small port, sold all the things that were of no use to them, replenished weapons, horses, food and other supplies, and headed towards the slave manor.
Daenerys finally felt the pain of riding a horse. After two days of riding, she felt like she was half dead. Sitting in the saddle for days caused her buttocks to be scarred, her thighs to peel off due to long-term friction, her hands to have blisters from the reins, and the muscles in her feet and back were so painful that she couldn't even sit up straight. She couldn't even dismount without help from others.
Viserys sneered and said, "Good sister, it should be said that we only have less than a year left."
Although Daenerys knew that Viserys's patience was always short, she was really tired and didn't want to care about her brother's complaints at the moment.
Seeing that his sister was ignoring him, Viserys became angry.
He said sharply, "Pay attention to your attitude, the person sitting here is King Seven Kingdoms, the true king of Iron Throne!"
Everyone who was cleaning up the hall suddenly stopped their actions and turned to look at Daenerys.
Daenerys waved his hand gently, signaling everyone to continue.
She whispered to Viserys, whose face was a little distorted. "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm just too tired."
Daenerys's sincere apology made Viserys's anger dissipate. He smiled contemptuously, "My good sister, you are too delicate. I doubt whether you can keep your promise."
Daenerys pursed his lips and said, "Viserys, don't worry, I will definitely do it!"
Viserys's thin face finally showed a look of satisfaction.
Borona stood expressionless behind Daenerys, motionless. The real king, who was reclining on the chair, would confirm the commitment with Daenerys every two or three days. She was almost used to it.
Viserys suddenly smiled and said, "Dany, you don't have time to rest. This manor must be protected by a nearby city-state. They will soon know the information here and will send troops soon."
His voice seemed to be raised on purpose. "You don't even understand such a simple truth, do you? I wouldn't make such an obvious mistake!"
Viserys deliberately told the people present that he had long been dissatisfied with everyone only taking orders from Daenerys... He planned to seize power, but since he was alone now, he could only use this method to suppress his sister's prestige first, and when the time was right, he could take over the entire team.
"King Viserys, that's not necessarily the case."
This was the voice of Sir Jorah. Daenerys looked over.
Jorah Sir smiled at the princess and strode over.
Sir Jorah is not handsome. He has a bull-like neck and shoulders, his arms and chest are covered with thick black hair, and there is no grass on the top of his head, but his smile is easy to reassure people.
Jorah stood in front of Daenerys, nodded and said, "Your Royal Highness, Anguy has heard some good news. The city-state that shelters the manor seems to be at war. I think we can settle down for a while. Your recruits need basic training."
Before Daenerys could speak, Viserys mocked. "Ha, new recruits? Are you talking about those slaves who have just broken their shackles? You are very humorous, this homeless wandering knight."
Jorah turned to Viserys, he bowed slightly and said calmly, "Your Majesty, a soldier's task is to stain his weapons with the enemy's blood. As for his previous identity, it doesn't matter."
After speaking, he turned to Daenerys: "Your Highness Princess, please allow me to advise. Your maid Osana is very suitable to be the instructor for training new recruits. I have to admit that her ability in this area is excellent."
After waiting for a long time TT, I will try tomorrow to see if I can update twice (it may not work, but I will definitely try my best)