Chapter 154 Black News 6
Gryn·Crabb smiled and nodded.
Margaery·Tyrell, who was originally good at talking, closed her rose-colored lips again and just walked slowly without speaking again.
Gryn accompanied him silently, and he was thinking... If he didn't take the initiative to comfort him at this time, Little Rose would be embarrassed. He was also thinking... Maybe Little Rose needed silence, and it would be nice to have someone beside him to accompany him silently.
Alliances need to be at ease with each other in order for people to cooperate more confidently...Westeros Most noble ladies like this, and nothing can make people feel more at ease than a knight who is devoted to them.
A little headache... but it doesn't bother Lord Gryn.
Gryn's eyes closed and opened, showing distress and worry, but also containing restrained admiration.
Margaery noticed that Gryn's eyes stayed on her for a moment from time to time, and the corners of her lips curved slightly.
Margaery's little face turned slightly in the direction of Gryn, and their eyes touched each other. She saw that Gryn, who had always been calm, was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he quickly calmed down the emotion in his eyes, and then looked away.
Margaery understood Gryn's gaze and saw Gryn coughing unnaturally, and she chuckled lightly.
It seems that due to Gryn's credit, Margaery's steps have become much lighter.
"Lord Gryn, can you tell me what happened in Red Keep?"
As she spoke, she glanced around with her big eyes, and then said, "Sometimes I'm curious about what's going on here. I think it's at least different from the places I'm familiar with."
Gryn's eyes moved slightly and said, "This is my honor, Miss Margaery."
It turns out that this is the reason why Little Rose met him... Yes, Gryn has long known in his heart that the daughters of dukes are very busy, and they will not take the initiative to find Earl, a small family, without important matters.
Margaery's conversation started well. The familiar environment at this moment made her sad. She wanted to hear about things in a relatively unfamiliar place to temporarily forget the pain in her heart.
The biggest hot topic about Red Keep recently is that Lord Eddard suddenly imprisoned Master of Coin in Black Cells. Apart from Lord Eddard himself, the only people who know the specific inside story are Gryn and Varys.
Of course, it is impossible for others to know that Gryn knows the inside story or is one of the participants in this matter.
Gryn left the impression that Margaery had a keen "sense of smell", and she knew the special relationship between Crabb and Stark. They were almost natural allies... She also heard that Lord Eddard trusted Lord Gryn, and it was said that he was already a frequent customer of Tower of the Hand.
Therefore, Little Rose judged that Gryn must have mastered a lot of information, or knew the specific reasons.
The new Hand of the King, who acted like a regent, directly ordered an important minister to be imprisoned. There was no explanation to the outside world, and naturally all kinds of rumors spread all over the sky.
Gryn selected a few embarrassing things that happened in Red Keep and told them to Margaery, and the smile on her face gradually grew.
Margaery, who was in a "better" mood, took the initiative and said, "Lord Gryn, I heard... are Lord Stark and Lord Baelish really rivals in love?"
After saying that, she looked a little embarrassed, but her beautiful eyes could not hide her inner curiosity.
I understand, girls like to gossip.
The considerate Lord Gryn intends to satisfy Margaery's curiosity, and by the way... just to let the world know more about the unbearable secrets of the Vale ruling family.
Come step by step.
Gryn's face looked hesitant.
Margaery's eyes trembled slightly and he said softly, "Lord Gryn, what's wrong?"
There was concern in her voice.
Gryn shook his head slightly and said, "Miss Margaery, that is not the truth, in fact..."
As he spoke, he sighed and continued, "Duke Ned is also in a dilemma. After all, Lady Lysa is Lady of Winterfell's sister."
The smart Margaery seemed to think of something, her pupils shrank, and her eyes widened unconsciously.
After a pause, Gryn explained, "Miss Margaery, we are our own people, and I don't want to see you being misled by wrong information."
After a moment of silence, Gryn said, "As an ally, I am honest with you, but I hope you can keep it a secret for me."
The two of them talked while walking, and Gryn recounted everything from the first time between Petyr·Baelish and Lysa·Tully.
Finally, Gryn lowered his voice slightly. "This matter will not end simply. I think many people will come out to question Little Robert's bloodline, so Duke Ned is also in a dilemma."
Tower of the Hand.
Syrio·Forel looked at Arya Stark sitting on the steps and said, "Girl resting, Syrio·Forel can become the chief swordsman of Sealord of Braavos, do you know why?"
Arya casually wiped the sweat from his face and replied casually, "Because your sword skills are the most powerful."
Syrio tapped his chin. "That's it, but why me? There are many people stronger than me, faster than me, and younger than me. Why is Syrio·Forel the most powerful? Now let me tell you..."
As he spoke, he touched his eyelashes lightly with his fingertips, and continued, "The trick is to gain insight into the truth of things."
Arya made a face. "Isn't insight just about seeing with your eyes? Syrio, I'm staring at you every second."
"Girl, watching does not mean insight. Wherever the sea breeze blows, Braavos's ship will sail. They have been to many strange and weird places. Every time they return, the captain will offer animals from far away to Sealord's Menagerie."
"There are all kinds of rare birds and animals you have never seen before, such as striped horses, things covered with spots and necks as long as stilts, rat pigs that are covered in hair and as big as cows, Manticore that can sting people, tigers that carry their young in bags, and terrifying lizards that walk around with sickle-like claws."
Syrio grinned. "I've seen all of these things."
Arya's eyes were bright, and she listened with great interest.
"On the day I said that, the former chief swordsman had just passed away, and Sealord of Braavos passed it on to me because according to the tradition of Braavos, the successor must be chosen immediately.
Many killers had gone to see him before, but they were all sent away. No one could tell the reason. When I entered, he was sitting peacefully, with a fat yellow cat lying on his lap.
He told me that it was a gift that one of his captains brought back to him from Isle Beyond the Sunrise Lands, and he asked me if I had never seen an animal like her before?"
Syrio grinned again. "And I told him that I saw thousands of animals like him in Braavos's alleys. Sealord laughed when he heard that, and appointed me as the chief swordsman that day."
Arya's little face wrinkled up and he said, "Syrio, I don't understand."
Syrio spread his hands and said, "That's just an ordinary cat. Others thought they would see rare birds and exotic animals, so they only saw rare birds and exotic animals."
They said that the cat was very big, but that cat was not particularly big. It was just because it was lazy to eat and Sealord often fed it food from his own table, so it gained a little weight.
They also said that its ears were small and delicate, but in fact it was just because a piece of it was bitten off when fighting with other cats.
It was obviously a male cat, but Sealord called it her, so they thought the cat was a female cat. Do you understand, curious girl?"
Arya thought about it carefully, and then his eyes lit up. "Syrio, you have seen the truth of the matter."
Syrio touched the top of Arya's head and said, "That's it. The most important thing is to open your eyes wide. The heart can lie and the mind can fool us. Only the eyes are sharp."
Use your eyes to see, your ears to hear, your mouth to taste, your nose to smell, your skin to feel, and finally your head to think, so that you can see the truth."
Arya nodded and said with a smile, "That's it!"
Syrio picked up the wooden sword and painted a sword flower. "I'm thinking that in three months at most, you can change to an iron sword of your own to practice, smart girl."
Arya cheered. "Great! I can't wait!"
Stomp... the sound of footsteps came, and the tall figure of Lord Eddard appeared at the door.
"Arya, you can't wait to dine."
Syrio nodded slightly in the direction of Lord Eddard.
Arya said excitedly, "Father, I will be able to use an iron sword soon!"
Lord Eddard's serious face showed a smile, "Congratulations, but it's time for us to go to dinner, Sansa is still waiting for us."
At the dining table, Sansa·Stark glanced at his father quietly, and then lectured Arya: "Arya, why can't you be more ladylike? You make yourself dirty all day long. Someone asked me today if you are my brother."
After saying that, Sansa proudly raised his chin.
A few days ago, her sister trampled on her favorite deerskin slippers, and she had long wanted to take revenge. Although she complained when her father was around, she really didn't understand her sister's behavior after coming to King's Landing.
She fell in love with the magnificence of King's Landing Red Keep, the noble men and women dressed in silk and satin, and all kinds of people in the city. That martial arts competition was the most magical time in her life, and there were still many things she had not seen... such as the harvest banquet, Bal Masqué and the mime performance.
Arya, however, had no interest in so many wonderful things and made herself look like a little beggar all day long. She even doubted whether Arya was her biological sister.
Arya said angrily, "Sansa, you are complaining again! You are so annoying!"
Sansa feels that he can finally take revenge, and he is very happy.
She snorted softly and said in a relaxed tone, "My sister, I am helping you."
The North The man glanced at his little daughter and then withdrew his gaze... She was not too dirty, and she was clean but could not practice swordsmanship. This also shows that Arya is a hard-working and good boy.
After waiting for a while, Sansa still saw no reaction from her father, and she became a little anxious.
She called softly, "Father."
Lord Eddard, with a serious face, looked at his eldest daughter. "Sansa, what's wrong? Is the food not delicious?"
Sansa said obediently, "My sister never listens to me. I need your help to take care of her. She soils herself all day long. I'm worried that someone will say some unpleasant words to hurt my sister."
Seeing her father nodding, she added, "And... the noble House Stark should not be talked about for this kind of thing."
Lord Eddard frowned slightly. Stark is not noble. We just shoulder the responsibility and obligation to protect the North. This is the tradition of House Stark for thousands of years.
Lord Eddard suddenly felt that he really shouldn't bring his children to King's Landing. His Little Wolf was being eroded by the hypocrisy here.
Arya pouted. "Noble sister, Winter is Coming, House Stark people want to practice swordsmanship!"
Hearing Arya's words, Lord Eddard's brows relaxed and the corners of his mouth curled up.
"Arya, after practicing sword practice, remember to take a shower and change into clean clothes."
What then?
Sansa Open your eyes and let Arya go?
Sansa felt aggrieved. Her father loved Arya the most. He never taught him a lesson when he made mistakes... She missed her mother.
Sansa's eyes turned red and he said angrily, "Arya! You only know how to flatter your father!"
Arya deliberately stuck out his tongue. "You are a follower, you only follow Joffrey all day long."
Sansa's eyes were wet, "I'm not a follower, Joffrey loves me, we are in love!"
Sansa and Joffrey are together every day? How old is she?
Lord Eddard frowned. "Sansa, you are still young."
Lord Eddard has met Joffrey several times... Although Joffrey is Robert's child, and he doesn't want to be prejudiced against the child, he really doesn't like the blond boy.
Lord Eddard said in a gentle tone, "I don't think Joffrey is worthy of you. When you grow up, I will help you find a nobleman who is most worthy of you. He is brave, gentle and strong. You will be happy in your new family for the rest of your life."
For her prince, Sansa shed tears and bravely said, "Father, please don't do this. I love Joffrey, father, really, just like Naerys Queen loves Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, Quhuru loves Florian and loves him so much. Joffrey's mother also likes me very much. She also said she would take me hunting recently, and she also blessed me and Joffrey."
Lord Eddard was shocked, when did this happen?
Lord Eddard looked at his daughter with tears on her face and felt distressed. He comforted her softly, "Dear Sansa, we can discuss it slowly."
Arya muttered, "I will cry..."
Sansa wiped away his tears and said, "Father, please believe me. Joffrey and I will live a happy life forever just like the song sings. I will help him give birth to a beautiful blond son. One day One day he will inherit Iron Throne from Joffrey and become the greatest king in history, as brave as Direwolf and as proud as Lion."
Arya saw that Sansa stopped crying, rolled his eyes and said, "You and Joffrey can't give birth to Lion. He is not a lion, he is a deer."
Sansa screamed angrily, "He is not a deer! He is nothing like the drunkard king."
After the eldest daughter finished speaking, Lord Eddard, who had a headache trying to coax her, suddenly froze.
The words of Sansa were repeated in his ears... He was nothing like the drunkard king... He was nothing like Robert... Robert's children were nothing like Robert himself... Lord Eddard's pupils were constricted.