The scenery at Maegor's Garden is intoxicatingly beautiful. Looking around, you can see a sea of colorful flowers.
Gryn stroked his chest and nodded. "Your Highness, this is my greatest honor."
Cersei Queen She tapped her chin, picked up the jeweled wine glass, took a sip of wine, and suddenly said, "Lord Gryn, how long will it take for your men to arrive."
Gryn glanced at Sansa and said respectfully, "Cersei Queen, ten days at the latest."
"Very good."
After saying that, Cersei Queen seemed to be thinking about something, Gryn and Sansa did not bother.
Sansa·Stark has been impressed by the charm of Cersei, and the cakes painted by Cersei Queen are big and fragrant,
Now her mind is filled with the beautiful longing for Joffrey.
Family, responsibility, honor... Gryn sighed in his heart, Little Wolf Girl, who fell in sweet love, still didn't understand what Winter is Coming was.
Alas, those who are capable work hard.
Cersei Queen's beautiful eyes looked away, with a gentle smile on his face.
"Dear Sansa, look... your prince has come to pick you up."
Not far away, Joffrey led a beautiful white horse and waved this way.
Sansa first stood up with a look of joy on his face, and then said shyly, "Your Highness Queen, I..."
Cersei Queen shook her head helplessly, and she said dotingly, "Lovely Sansa, go quickly, don't keep your prince waiting."
After Sansa left, Cersei Queen's gentle smile disappeared immediately.
"What a simple and good boy."
Gryn smiled and said, "Cersei Queen, what is important is that you like it."
"Sit down."
Cersei Queen refers to the chair Sansa sat on before.
Gryn was stunned for a moment. He nodded in thanks first, then grabbed the chair and moved some distance away, and then sat down.
The corners of Cersei's lips twitched slightly, and a pair of green eyes looked at Gryn who was sitting upright.
"Lord Gryn, can your soldiers deal with Gold Cloaks?"
Gryn's eyes moved, and he replied respectfully, "Your Highness, it mainly depends on where the battle is. If it is outside the city, 2000 Crabb Blue Cloaks is enough to defeat all King's Landing's Gold Cloaks."
After a pause, he continued, "It would be different if we were in the city. Almost everyone in Gold Cloaks is equipped with chain armor, breastplates and helmets, which can be said to be well-equipped. The space in the city is narrow, and it is difficult for Crabb Soldiers to use its own advantages. The best result is a narrow victory, but the casualties will definitely be high, and the few remaining people may not be able to continue to serve you."
"Armor?"
After a pause, Cersei said, "What if your soldiers have enough armor?"
Gryn said without hesitation, "If Gold Cloaks dares to offend you, my soldiers will kill them all. With equal equipment, one Blue Cloaks can defeat ten Gold Cloaks. There is no doubt about this."
Cersei Queen stood up. She walked back and forth for a while and said, "I will send someone to talk to Lord Janos (Commander of the Gold Cloaks). It's time for Gold Cloaks to replace the old equipment."
Has Lord Janos already been bought, or is he planning to buy it? This... is not important. The Gold Cloaks equipment obtained under a certain name is what matters.
Lord Janos is expected to get rich, and so will Gryn.
Gryn's eyes lit up and he said, "Your Highness, your wisdom is amazing. When the time comes, the cowardly Gold Cloaks can only choose to surrender to you. King's Landing No one can disobey your order."
Cersei Queen walked up to Gryn with a wine glass in one hand and said, "Smart Gryn, you seem to have guessed what your Queen is going to do?"
Gryn lowered his eyes slightly and said respectfully, "House Crabb's responsibility is to protect the safety of Queen."
After being stared at Cersei Queen's green eyes for a while, Gryn's expression began to look a little unnatural, and the corners of her lips curled up imperceptibly.
After a pause, Cersei Queen moved and sat on Gryn's lap, and gently wrapped one hand around his neck.
Gryn clearly felt the breath of Cersei Queen, and his body was stiff and did not dare to move.
She swung the wine glass with her other hand and said with a smile, "Will you do anything for the safety of Queen?"
Gryn's Adam's apple rolled and said, "Yes, Queen."
Cersei's expression became gentler and gentler, and his beautiful eyes stared at him. "Does that person have any identity?"
Gryn's pupils narrowed, he looked at the beautiful face half a palm away, his voice was filled with suppressed excitement. "Yes, Queen, loyal and fearless."
"Very good..."
Cersei Queen raised his glass and took a sip of Summer Wine, and said, "Gryn, your Queen is very satisfied with your answer. How should I reward you?"
Gryn's voice was respectful, but with a hint of vibrato.
"Cersei, Your Highness, your trust is the greatest reward..."
As he spoke, his eyes moved and he continued, "The Warrior Just need a glass of wine."
Cersei Queen's smile gradually deepened, and she happily satisfied Gryn's little request, while the clumsy Lord Gryn tasted the warm Summer Wine.
Outside Maegor's Garden, Gryn paused and looked in the direction of Throne Room.
The first step is to use Lancel and Strongwine to create an accident that is not an accident. If the drunk King Robert is lucky and does not have an accident, then he will have to face the ambush of Jaime and Lannister Red Cloaks who are back to their old business.
What should we do if the drunk king escapes again? Gryn was the last act arranged by Cersei Queen, the mutiny.
Cersei Queen told Gryn that in a few days she would take her children to the hunting ground to meet King Robert... Thinking of this, Gryn's eyes trembled slightly.
Joffrey's Honey Trap is very successful, Gryn can feel that Sansa has been completely fascinated. Cersei Queen and Joffrey will leave with Sansa in the name of hunting. Little Wolf Girl in her hands may become a hostage to restrain Direwolf at any time.
The arrangements are very careful, but if something goes wrong, the all-pervasive Varys may secretly help, and the king Robert will undoubtedly die.
At that time, Lord Gryn holding 2000 Blue Cloaks among King's Landing will be the only variable.
Gryn recalled every detail of the previous encounter with Cersei Queen, flicked the blue cloak embroidered with Marsh Marigold, and took another step.
Gryn's mind is delicate and sharp, and he also has a deep understanding of Cersei Queen. The gentler she is to him, the more she is hiding evil intentions.
Gryn plays the role very well. It seems to Cersei that this sultry young man has fallen into her charm... he can be used or killed, all under her control.
Gryn, who was walking, glanced back at Maegor's Holdfast.
If King Robert can be eliminated in an accident and ambush... everyone will be happy. Gryn will most likely be appointed Commander of the Gold Cloaks as she said.
If he came to power through a mutiny, the hard-working Gryn would become the scapegoat, and it is very likely that Lord Eddard, who is a brother and sister to King Robert, would be added.
The plan seemed to be flawless... but Gryn sighed helplessly. Boss Cersei seemed to have completely ignored the possibility of another mutiny.
Direwolf may surrender for the sake of his children, but will Lord Gryn, who has troops and horses in his hands, surrender as Cersei wants?
Lord Gryn, who is temporarily wifeless and childless, can be said to have no weaknesses at certain times... arrogant tactics, which is very Cersei.
Could it be that he usually performs too well? Cersei Queen Hasn't Gryn considered the consequences if Gryn, who holds a heavy army, resists?
She also plans to appropriate Gold Cloaks's equipment to arm Crabb Soldiers, which is indeed very Cersei.
Maybe I have thought about it, but a young man who secretly admires her can meet her alone at any time and... throw a cup as a sign, cough!
Gryn sighed in his heart, Cersei is so lucky, and this is Game of Thrones... The lord is not angry at all.
Gryn thought of Lord Eddard who had accepted death again. He rubbed his hair with a headache. Maybe he could walk more slowly and walk more steadily.
Gazebo near Small Council Chamber.
Gryn didn't wait long, Varys walked over lightly.
Varys held hands together and said, "Good day, Lord Gryn."
Varys's words and deeds in front of others are a bit exaggerated, and his emotions fluctuate greatly. He seems to be easily frightened, but he always looks very amiable and approachable when he meets Gryn in private.
Gryn knows that this is a variety of "camouflage colors" intentionally displayed by Varys. The superficial harmlessness is also one of the reasons why he firmly holds the seat of Small Council in Red Keep.
Varys had previously offered an invitation to join hands (Chapter 124), and Gryn also carefully chose to accept it after a period of "thoughtful consideration".
Then, both parties agreed that Littlefinger was a troublemaker who could easily cause unexpected changes in the situation. At the same time, Varys took on the task of finishing the attack in order to show his sincerity.
Gryn's original secret allies Petyr·Baelish were sent into Black Cells by him and Varys, and then a new secret alliance was born, Gryn and Varys.
The political purpose of the two joining hands is selfless. They want to usher in a truly good king for the poor Seven Kingdoms people.
The candidate for the new king is Viserys·Targaryen, whom the people are eagerly waiting for and who understands the people's sufferings. He is the true successor of Iron Throne in law.
In short, after discussing with Varys at that time, Lord Gryn felt that his whole person had been sublimated.
On the surface, the two of them joined hands to welcome back the new king Viserys. As for the real purpose of Varys... it is not important... because the two of them only need each other temporarily.
It just depends on who uses the other party first to achieve their own goals.
Gryn nodded slightly towards Varys and said, "Good day, Lord Varys."
Varys had a smile on his fat face and said, "My Little Bird just brought amazing news."
After a pause, Gryn's eyes moved slightly and said, "Could it be...Tyrell?"
"Not just Tyrell..."
The Mountain, who killed Knight of Flowers yesterday in Tournament, was surrounded by the guards of Renly and Tyrell and fell in a pool of blood, but survived under the treatment of Pycelle Grand Maester.
When the news came out, Sir Garlan (the second son of Lord Mace) and Lord Renly killed each other with red eyes and their guards.
Varys sighed, "The Mountain is really terrible. More than a dozen people were killed and injured on both sides. The Mountain even broke Garlan·Tyrell's right arm before he died."
"Can it be cured?"
Varys shook his head. "Lord of Highgarden's eldest son limped a leg when he participated in Tournament for the first time, and his second son has now lost an arm. In addition, the third son died in Tournament this time... Alas!"
Gryn raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems there is some good news?"
Varys sighed again and said, "What a disaster... Lannister came home from the Women's Branch Hospital the Imp happened to be involved in this conflict, and someone slashed his face with a sword. It is said that the sword wound was from under the left eye to the right side of the chin. Half of his nose was missing, and a piece of his lip was missing... There was blood when he was carried away. Grand Maester Pycelle was going to be very busy."
Gryn frowned slightly and tapped the railing of the pavilion with his slender fingers.
He turned his head and looked at Varys, with worry in his eyes. "Sir Varys, is Tyrion's injury serious?"
"I don't think it's life-threatening..."
Varys's eyes trembled, and he added, "I heard that the injured area was so painful that Maester couldn't even clean the wound. It is said that he was fed a lot of Milk of the Poppy to temporarily put him out of pain."
Gryn closed his eyes.
After a while, he opened his eyes and said calmly, "Varys Master, the situation in the southern part of the kingdom has become increasingly serious. Is this beneficial to Your Majesty?"
The "His Majesty" in Gryn's mouth refers to Viserys who is in Essos, and it is also a code word that only he and Varys understand.
Varys nodded slightly. "Lord Tywin, who had ignored Aerys II's orders for nearly a year, led a Lannister army of 12,000 people and suddenly appeared outside King's Landing and asked to enter the city.
Although I strongly opposed Lannister's request for the army to enter the city, His Majesty accepted Grand Maester Pycelle's suggestion and opened the city gate... Oh, King's Landing with its tall city walls fell in an instant, and Iron Throne of Targaryen could no longer be saved."
After a moment of silence, he added, "The betrayers in that war and those who benefited the most will be His Majesty's biggest opponents in taking back Iron Throne."
Gryn said, "It seems that Tyrion's injury is good news to His Majesty, because..."
Varys interface said, "A Lannister always pays his debts."
He smiled and added, "It's really an embarrassing principle of doing things."
Tower of the Hand.
Jon·Snow, who looked a little pale, was lying on the bed, and Mutton·Waters's fat body was sitting on the chair next to him.
Jon injured a leg in Tournament's group close combat and is recuperating.
He moved his injured leg a little and couldn't help but groan in pain.
Mutton said naively, "Jon, Maester said that your feeling of pain is a gift from the Gods. This means that the bones are gradually joining together and the wound will heal quickly."
"Damn it..."
Jon first cursed and then said, "Mutton, when my feet stop hurting, it won't be too late to thank the Gods."
Mutton pointed to the medicine jar on the table and said, "That's Milk of the Poppy left by Maester. It was for you to drink when the pain was too severe."
"I don't want to continue sleeping..."
With a bang, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open, and Arya burst in with tears on his face.
"Brother, Bu...Bran He..."
Black wings bring black news.