Red Keep, Maester's Tower.
With a smile on his face, Grand Maester Pycelle said respectfully, "Sir Gryn, the old bachelor is at your disposal."
Gryn smiled and said, "Pycelle Grand Maester, you must have been very busy these days."
After listening to Gryn's words, Pycelle seemed worried. "There are many seriously injured people, so I can only do my best... Oh, the Gods bless you."
Gryn raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you mean there may still be deceased people?"
Pycelle sighed and said, "The main reason is that the injuries are too serious. No one can guarantee that they will all wake up... It's okay if they can wake up... If they can't... they may never wake up. We can only pray for the Gods's mercy."
After finishing speaking, Pycelle shook his head with regret.
Gryn's brown eyes moved, staring at Pycelle for a while, and then said, "Grand Maester is kind, it seems that the injured who will never wake up include Tyrion·Lannister."
After Gryn finished speaking, Pycelle's body couldn't help but stiffen.
There was a hesitant look on Pycelle's face, and he tentatively said, "Sir Gryn, what do you mean..."
What an old fox... Gryn walked a few steps, got closer to Pycelle, and reached out to grab his shoulder.
After Pycelle stumbled a few steps, he was pushed down by Gryn and sat on the chair.
"Grand Maester Pycelle, you are not honest enough."
With that said, Gryn pointed to the quill and parchment, and then said, "It's only been a few days, why did you do bad things again? Come on..."
Gryn picked up a blank piece of parchment and placed it in front of Pycelle, saying, "Write everything down. If there is any concealment or dishonesty... you know the consequences, Pycelle Grand Maester."
"Master Gryn, I..."
Pycelle glanced at Gryn who was looking down at him and couldn't continue. The hand covered with age spots tremblingly picked up the quill.
After writing a few lines, Pycelle suddenly burst into tears and cried, "Master Gryn, I can't betray Cersei Queen!"
Gryn pulled out the familiar dagger from Pycelle, and he immediately calmed down.
"Grand Maester Pycelle, do you want to blame Cersei Queen?"
Pycelle explained in panic, "But, what I told is the truth! In order for the Imp's injury to get better as soon as possible, let him sleep more, preferably all the time. That's what she hinted to me, really!"
Gryn pulled a chair across from the table and sat down.
"Grand Maester Pycelle, a hint is not a direct order. There must be no stain on the noble Cersei Queen."
Pycelle looks like an ordinary old man who is panicking, but underneath... Lord Gryn is not Lord Stark's person?!
Pycelle is very confused. Lord Gryn is actually Cersei Queen's person all along? Or is he betting on both sides?
Or is there another big shot hiding behind him?
Who is that? Is it Targaryen?
Pycelle said carefully, "Then how should I write?"
"Just write the facts. Don't you want to secretly kill Tyrion·Lannister?"
"I have suffered..., I am a Maester. If I am not forced by others, I have no reason to do harmful things... ah..."
A cold light flashed by, and half of Grand Maester Pycelle's white beard that reached his chest was cut off by Gryn's dagger.
"Don't test my patience..."
As he said that, Gryn frowned, and he smelled the smell of urine.
"Grand Maester Pycelle, do you know how to write it now?"
Grand Maester Pycelle felt desperate. He could feel that the young man in front of him had murderous intentions towards him.
I am the imperial minister, isn't this young Earl worried... He remembered the evidence of guilt that he was forced to unload that night, and Stark Hand of the King...Pycelle found in despair that he was really not afraid of killing himself.
As long as I can live, one day...Pycelle choked up and said, "Master Gryn, I will be your loyal servant from now on. Please forgive my ignorance, I will write it now!"
Pycelle wiped his tears from time to time as he wrote, looking very pitiful.
Gryn touched the sword handle, Grand Maester Pycelle shook his body, and his pitiful posture disappeared immediately.
"Master Gryn, I have written it."
"Rewrite, don't forget that you and Tyrion have no grievances."
"Master Gryn, I have written it."
"Rewrite, how dare you slander Ser Jaime?"
"..., rewrite."
"..., rewrite."
"..., rewrite."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Master Gryn, please give some advice to this poor servant."
Gryn tapped the table with his slender fingers and said, "Grand Maester Pycelle, you should know very well that Lord Tywin doesn't like his Dwarf second son, right?"
Gryn finally showed a look of satisfaction, and Grand Maester Pycelle finally exhaled. He felt that if he didn't write well this time, he would have to explain it here. Fortunately, he finally saved his life.
Gryn received the parchment written by Pycelle and said, "Pycelle, thank you for your work. This is good. You have an extra path."
Pycelle tried his best to smile and expressed his gratitude respectfully.
Gryn shook the rolled parchment in his hand and said, "Don't worry, this is a secret between the two of us. Lord Hand is not interested in this kind of thing."
Pycelle was slightly stunned, and he hurriedly stood up and knelt in front of Gryn, crying, "Master Gryn, I don't want to Take the Black, I don't want to go to the Wall of the End, please, help me!"
Lord Gryn did not dislike the strong smell of urine on Pycelle. He stood up and helped Pycelle up personally.
"After all, you have to continue to be loyal to Lannister. It will be difficult for you to go against Cersei Queen's wishes."
After a pause, Gryn said again, "We are our own people. I will not send you to the bitterly cold the Wall of the End. You can just sit in Small Council's seat with peace of mind."
A bright light flashed through Pycelle's cloudy eyes, and he burst into tears. "Thank you, Mr. Gryn, Pycelle is always at your disposal."
Gryn slightly tapped his chin and said, "There is one more thing."
Pycelle, with a downcast face, moved his eyes and said respectfully, "Please give me your orders."
Gryn's mouth curved slightly.
He put his hand on Pycelle's shoulder and said, "Grand Maester Pycelle, I thought we were our own people, but your previous performance disappointed me."
Gryn noticed that Pycelle's body stiffened for a moment.
"It seems that you also realized that it was a mistake not to be honest with me, and you actually made a mistake..."
Pycelle's eyes were full of fear, and he hurriedly said, "Master Gryn, I... I... under your guidance... I will never dare to do this again next time. I promise, I swear to the Gods."
Gryn patted Pycelle's hand. "Very good, I believe you once."
Before Pycelle could breathe a sigh of relief, he continued, "This time, you can choose by yourself."
Pycelle felt his heart skip a beat and said tremblingly, "Sir... sir, what... choose?"
Gryn looked out the window, paused, looked away, and said, "Let's do it before sunrise tomorrow."
Gryn looked at the old Pycelle and said, "Whether it is a finger or an ear, you can choose a body part and send it to me before sunrise tomorrow."
Pycelle said in horror, "Sir Gryn, I have..."
Gryn interrupted, "I can also help you choose."
Pycelle collapsed on the stone slab on the ground like soft mud.
Gryn looked down at the gloomy Pycelle, and said coldly, "The prerequisite for being a good person is to be honest. Otherwise, how can we trust each other? Without trust, how can we safely let you continue to sit in Small Council's seat."
Pycelle suddenly raised his head, gritted his teeth and said, "I am the imperial minister!"
Gryn didn't mind Pycelle's rebuttal, he just looked at Pycelle quietly.
Pycelle soon realized what he had just done, and he expressed heart-wrenching regret and begging.
Gryn patiently watched Pycelle's penetrating performance. It wasn't until Pycelle could no longer shed tears that he said, "Grand Maester Pycelle, I will respect your choice."
Pycelle said with some persistence, "Master Gryn, I know many secrets, and I can tell you all, as long as you forgive me this time..."
With a bang, Gryn pulled out the long sword from his waist, and the cold light on the sword made Pycelle scream.
"I help you choose, I choose..."
Gryn's eyes moved to Pycelle's neck. "Sit tight and don't move. You'll be fine soon."
Pycelle peed again.
"My lord, my lord, I made a mistake and must accept punishment. I will... no, I will... now..."
Pycelle stretched out a finger with a painful expression and begged, "I will cut off one of my fingers now. I will never do it again next time. Please spare my life!"
After a moment of silence, Gryn said with some disappointment, "Next time, you don't have the right to choose."
Pycelle seemed to be crying with joy, "There will never be a next time, I swear to the Gods!"
Gryn patted the still frightened Pycelle: "Because there are so many injured people, you even hurt yourself trying to treat them...Grand Maester Pycelle, thank you very much."
"Don't let me down."
Gryn sheathed his sword, ignored Pycelle, and walked away directly.
Tyrion suddenly found that he had no mouth, and the flat skin covered his teeth without any gaps. He was frightened, how could he live without a mouth? So he started running towards the city not far away.
He was very frightened. Am I dead? No, I am not dead. Although my mouth disappears, I am still alive... No, no, I am a Lion, Lion!
When Tyrion woke up, it was already dark, his eyes were confused, and the outlines around him were blurry. Tyrion felt dizzy that he was having a fever, and was very exhausted. Even the movement of raising his hands caused pain all over his body, and he did not dare to move.
There is a soft feather bed under me, a goose feather pillow behind my head, and a velvet canopy above my head... Where am I? Why am I here? Tyrion tries hard to remember.
Sword, I was hit by the sword, my face...Tyrion lost consciousness.
Tyrion came to a wonderful place, a comfortable cabin located on the shore of the Sunset Sea. The walls were a little skewed and full of cracks, and the floor was made of compacted earth, but it was very warm.
Tyrion I don't know why I am always laughing, and I always forget to add firewood to the fireplace to let the fire go out.
Every time the fire in the fireplace went out, the vague-faced girl teased him about it.
Her voice was crisp. "My Tyrion, I thought you could do anything."
He defended awkwardly. "That's the servant's job."
The girl chuckled, "We don't have servants."
He grinned. "You have me, I am your servant."
The girl snorted, "You are a lazy servant! In Casterly Rock, how do you deal with lazy servants, Master Tyrion?"
He chuckled, "Kiss whoever is lazy."
The girl was so amused that she giggled. "No way! They will get beaten, I bet!"
He approached the girl. "No, let's kiss him, like this."
As he spoke, he demonstrated. "First kiss the fingers, one by one, then kiss the wrists, yes, and then the inside of the elbows, and then kiss their funny ears. Our servants all have funny ears."
He was so happy that he deliberately said with a straight face, "Don't laugh! Then, we kiss their faces, kiss their noses, there is a small mole on it, here... um... like this, and then kiss their lovely forehead, hair, lips, their... um, um... mouth... um..."
Time passed so fast here. He and the girl were lazily leaning on the bed, the sun was shining on her hair, and she was singing to him. He fell in love with a girl as beautiful as summer.
Before falling asleep at night, the girl whispered in his ear, "I love you, Tyrion. I love your lips, I love your voice, I love what you say to me, I love the tenderness you give me, and I love your face."
He is Dwarf: "My face?"
The girl smiled like a flower, "Yes, yes. I still love your hand and its warmth."
His love goes even deeper. "It loves you too, my lady."
The girl is wandering. "I love to say your name, Tyrion·Lannister. It matches me very well. I don't mean Lannister, but the other half, Tyrion and Tysha. Tysha and Tyrion, Tyrion... my Lord Tyrion..."
Tyrion saw clearly that the girl he fell in love with was Tysha!
Tyrion is furious, he is roaring! Lies, all false, all for money, she is a female branch girl, a female branch girl found by Jaime, a gift from Jaime, my wife of lies!
Tysha's face gradually disappeared and melted into tears... Even so, Tyrion could still hear her distant and weak voice calling his name.
The dream is broken.
"Grand Maester Pycelle, these tears... why is he crying so sadly?"
Tyrion's eyeballs moved slightly, and he vaguely heard a familiar voice.
"Lord Gryn, I think he might be dreaming."
Gryn? The other one is...
"Tyrion, why are you crying? Your hands... are you worried that you will become Varys's companion?"
Sure enough, it was Gryn. He was very familiar with that gloating tone!
By the way, where is Tysha? Where has she gone? Why does she dare to show up!
Tyrion shook his mouth with difficulty: Tysha, Tysha, Tysha...
Gryn listened for a while, his eyes trembling slightly.
He turned his head and said, "Grand Maester Pycelle, Tyrion keeps repeating the name Tysha, who is she?"
Tyrion: Yes, it's Tysha, help me catch her, don't let her run away.
Grand Maester Pycelle looked at Tyrion, who had gauze wrapped around his entire head, and said, "Lord Gryn, he may be about to wake up. Tysha... I wonder if it is a girl who is in love with him."
Tyrion: No, she is my wife! Yes, she is actually the female branch's daughter! She was a gift from my brother to make him laugh!
Tyrion suddenly opened his eyes.
One week later.
Tyrion, who was leaning on the bedside, threw the mirror aside and said, "Beautiful!"
He brought the wine glass in his other hand to his mouth, took a big sip, and said, "This is the real Lannister the Imp. My father will definitely love me to death."
Gryn, who was sitting next to the bed, looked up and smiled.
"That's really an unexpected surprise. You can look forward to a kiss from Lord Tywin. Ser Jaime will go crazy with jealousy."
Tyrion wanted to laugh, but the wound was involved, which was both painful and happy.
When he stopped moving, Gryn picked up the jug and poured wine for Tyrion.
"Hey, the dream is so wonderful."
As he spoke, he took a sip of wine and continued, "I dreamed that blue monsters all over the mountains and plains surrounded Casterly Rock, and he was in danger. There were red corpses everywhere, and the fearless the Imp walked through there alone, alone!"
Tyrion took another sip of wine and said, "The blue monsters trembled in front of the Imp, and they all gave way to a road with no end in sight. I walked through with my head held high... and then, I saved Casterly Rock!"
Gryn smiled and joked, "It seems that all the monsters in the mountains and plains were swallowed up by the Imp."
"Haha... hiss... the process is not important. What is important is that I alone saved Lannister's Ancestral Keep. Hey, don't interrupt me, it will be more exciting later!"
Gryn shrugged.
"A grand celebration banquet was held for me in the hall of Casterly Rock. I sat on a high platform, and everyone raised their glasses to salute and cheer for the heroes who saved Casterly Rock. The bards sang praises to the heroic deeds of the Imp.
After the song was sung, Jaime left his seat, asked me to kneel down, and then lightly touched my shoulders with the golden sword. When he stood up, Lannister the Imp became a knight.
My father also showed a smile of approval. I won't mention this. His smile was so loving that it almost scared me awake. The beauties were all waiting to hold me in their arms. They called me Lannister Giants..."
As he said that, Tyrion's expression changed.
Although there were many bandages on Tyrion's face, Gryn still saw a lewd expression.
Tyrion lowered his voice. "My old sister actually tried to seduce me. She tried her best, but the Imp was indifferent... Although it was just a dream, I still feel so good when I think of her trying to please me, hehe!"
A smile appeared on Gryn's face, saying, "Tyrion, it is indeed a wonderful dream, very wonderful, I wish your dream will come true."