The sun shines on the earth through the thin clouds, and the flowers and plants of Maegor's Garden appear full of vitality in the warm sunshine.
Gryn·Crabb is leaning under the tree. Not far away is the little fat man Tommen who is seriously practicing his sword swing.
Gryn's eyes moved, and he saw Lancel·Lannister striding towards him, his handsome face flushed, as if he was still angry.
Gryn greeted casually, "Ser Lancel, who made you angry?"
"Who else could it be..."
Lancel's eyes swept over Tommen, who was wielding a wooden sword, and contempt flashed in his eyes.
"Half-man, hateful half-man, he is the traitor of Lannister!"
Gryn looked over in confusion, and the corners of Lancel's mouth curved down, showing obvious disgust.
"That half-man wants to send the heads of Gregor·Clegane to Sunspear. Did he forget that the Mountain is a vassal of the Lannister family?!"
Gryn raised his eyebrows. "Can you still recognize the Mountain's head?"
Lancel curled his lips and said, "Tyrion said that no one has a head as big as the Mountain."
When Lancel spoke, the expression on his face twisted.
Gryn's eyes drooped slightly... not just anger, but more jealousy. Lancel was filled with anger because of his jealousy towards Tyrion.
"Queen Regent Cersei agree?"
Lancel said bitterly, "The half-human tongue is the best at sweet words, and even Queen Regent was deceived by him!"
Gryn understands Tyrion's plan. Now Lannister can be said to be surrounded by enemies everywhere, and Sunspear is indeed one of the few targets to win over.
The Mountain's head is an expression of sincerity for the alliance. If everything goes well... it will be the seat of marriage and Small Council.
Tyrion Hand of the King is doing its best to save Lannister from the current crisis.
"Lord Gryn, we are the most reliable people for Queen Regent. We can't just watch her be deceived by the cunning half-human."
"Ser Lancel, what do you want to do?"
Gryn's rhetorical question made Lancel stunned for a moment, and he felt a little guilty.
Through Lancel's evasive eyes, Lord Gryn knew the answer...Lancel hoped that he could convince Queen Regent Cersei.
"Ser Lancel, don't forget your mission."
Gryn's voice was calm, but it made Lancel's body tremble.
"Queen Regent Cersei, she doesn't need anyone else to teach her how to do it, do you understand?"
After Gryn finished speaking, although Lancel seemed to understand, he immediately nodded obediently.
Gryn sighed secretly, and looked at Tommen who was taking off his protective gear with the help of the waiter. "Ser Lancel, let me ask you a question, who in Red Keep hates Tyrion the most?"
After a pause, Lancel's eyes suddenly lit up. "Queen Regent?"
Gryn waved to Tommen and said, "There is also Your Majesty Joffrey."
Lancel's eyes became bright, and he couldn't help but said excitedly, "Yes... Tyrion also slapped King Joffrey. How could I forget such an important thing! Gryn, you still have a good memory!"
I still remember that time it was Tyrion who fought Joffrey for you...Gryn had no interest in analyzing Lancel's brain circuit.
One of the important tasks of Lancel is to fill the gap left by Jaime and act as a shield for Gryn... Lancel's battlefield is on the bed, not "jealousy".
Gryn reached out and patted Lancel, whose morale had become high. "Go, Queen Regent Cersei needs you, stay with her."
Lancel stepped forward briskly with a smile on his face.
Lancel who was leaving met Tommen who was trotting in. The little fat man obediently took the initiative to say hello, "Uncle Lancel..."
Lancel kept walking. He glanced at Tommen, then retracted his gaze, and just slightly clicked his chin.
Tommen came to Gryn, his little fat face was full of grievances.
Tommen is very sensitive, and the corners of his eyes start to turn red. "Lord Gryn, Lancel doesn't seem to like me..."
Gryn lowered his figure, stretched out a finger and tapped the little fat man's cheek. With a smile on his face, he said, "Lancel doesn't like you... will you not eat your favorite cream cake because you are sad?"
Tommen shook his head firmly.
Gryn rubbed Tommen's head and said, "So... it's just one less person who likes you. Why should it affect your good mood?"
The corners of Tommen's mouth raised, revealing an innocent smile.
"Tommen Your Highness, today's practice is over, I will take you back."
While walking, Tommen suddenly said, "Lord Gryn, Lancel will you always dislike me?"
Tommen looked up at Gryn with expectation in his eyes.
The little fat man is very kind, but his heart is sensitive and fragile.
"That won't change anytime soon."
After hearing the answer from Gryn, although Tommen was thinking about his favorite cream cake, he still couldn't help but feel sad.
He asked again, "Why doesn't he like me?"
Gryn asked back, "Tommen, do you need him to like you?"
"It seems... not necessary?"
Gryn nodded slightly. "There are many people who like you, and there are also many people who don't like you. It's the same for everyone. This is not a bad thing."
"Then what's the bad thing?"
"The worst thing that can happen is that other people don't like you."
Tommen blinked, he wrinkled his chubby face and thought for a while, then said, "Lord Gryn, you mean I want to like myself... right?"
"What I want to tell you is not to doubt yourself easily because of others, but to learn to believe in yourself."
The little fat man was very honest. "I don't understand much, but I will remember what you said."
Maegor's Holdfast, outside the door of the Queen Mother's bedroom.
I fell in love with a girl as beautiful as summer, with the sun shining on her hair...
The soft sound of the harp came through the door. Although the singer's voice could not be heard clearly through the thick door panel, Gryn still recognized that it was Lancel's singing voice.
The versatile Lancel...Gryn said to Sir Marlin Tran, Kingsguard, who was guarding the door. "Ser Meryn, it is Queen Regent Cersei who is looking for me, please inform me."
"The Queen Regent has given instructions, you can go in directly."
After saying that, Ser Meryn opened the door, and the singing inside stopped abruptly.
In the room, Queen Regent Cersei was leaning on a pile of cushions with bare feet, and her golden hair was messy and beautiful.
Lancel, a harpist, a flute player, and a waiter stood aside. They were all young and handsome...Gryn had to admit that Boss Cersei really enjoyed it.
Gryn greeting. "Queen Regent Cersei."
Queen Regent Cersei gently shook the cup in her hand. She seemed to be in a good mood. "Lord Gryn, have you seen our new Hand of the King?"
Queen Regent Cersei looked at Gryn with her beautiful eyes, her eyes filled with scrutiny.
Gryn's eyes trembled slightly. It was a feeling that was both familiar and unfamiliar. She seemed to be suspecting something... Tyrion... He guessed that there was an episode about him between Tyrion and Cersei.
Gryn shook his head slightly. "I've heard of it, but I haven't met him yet."
"You guys step back first"
Everyone else quickly exited the room, but Lancel did not move.
Queen Regent Cersei frowned slightly, she stretched out her finger and hooked it, Lancel quickly came closer.
Cersei kissed his cousin's cheek politely and said, "Go, Lancel."
Lancel quietly glanced at Gryn before leaving. His eyes were full of jealousy, but he happened to catch Gryn's sudden gaze.
Lancel's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly lowered his head and quickened his pace.
Gryn suddenly felt that as the commander-in-chief of Gold Cloaks, it was necessary to bring Captain of the Red Keep Guard to meet King Joffrey to show his loyalty. Gryn happened to hear that Joffrey had recently become obsessed with Crossbow Target Practice, so Lancel would definitely be willing to serve.
Queen Regent Cersei took a sip of Summer Wine in the cup and said leisurely, "Lord Gryn, what do you think of the new Hand of the King."
"I heard that Lord Tywin of Casterly Rock appointed him. I think there may be some reasons that I don't know."
Queen Regent Cersei had an unhappy look on his face. "He's just a lucky clown."
She wiggled her toes and said, "I don't like trouble."
Gryn said respectfully, "He is a trouble that you can deal with at any time. Gold Cloaks is always at your disposal."
Queen Regent Cersei raised his chin slightly and said, "Let's see what tricks Dwarf is playing first."
After speaking, she raised the corners of her lips.
After a pause, she suddenly said, "Do you know that Tyrion wants to send the Mountain's head to Dorne?"
"Ser Lancel came to see me about this matter. I heard it from his mouth."
Queen Regent Cersei snorted coldly and said, "He is quite good at finding helpers."
Gryn withdrew his gaze... In addition to Tyrion, he also doubted whether it was Lancel who said something that made Cersei suspicious of him... It was not Lancel. Although Gryn knew very well that Lancel did not have that ability, he still tried it because he would not underestimate anyone.
Cersei raised his eyes and looked at Gryn: "What do you think? Why do you think my Dwarf Hand of the King suddenly showed his kindness to Prince of Dorne."
Gryn pondered for a while and then said, "Tyrion wants to promote an alliance between Lannister and Martell."
Queen Regent Cersei's eyes moved slightly and he said suspiciously, "Martell has extreme hatred for Lannister, how could they join forces."
Gryn said slowly, "Queen Regent Cersei, Prince Doran's hatred for Lannister can only be traced back to the previous generation, but the war between Dornish and Storm's End, Highgarden has lasted for thousands of years. Therefore, as long as there is enough sincerity, this is not impossible."
"Sincerity? A dead man's head?"
Gryn shook his head and denied. "Of course not enough."
Gryn came slightly closer to Queen Regent Cersei and whispered, "Marriage."
Queen Regent Cersei mocked. "He wants Joffrey to marry a member of the Martell family..."
Before she finished speaking, Queen Regent Cersei's expression froze and her pupils narrowed.
Queen Regent Cersei suddenly stood up, and she held Gryn's arm tightly. For the first time, he saw a look of panic and fear on Cersei's face.
Queen Regent Cersei also thought... If he wants to marry Prince of Dorne, Lannister is taking the initiative to seek an alliance. They are a passive party. Prince of Dorne will never send Princess Dorne to make her a "hostage" for Lannister to contain itself.
Therefore, only by sending Cersei's daughter to Sunspear, Doran·Nameros·Martell Prince can we believe in the sincerity of Lannister.
"Myrcella... I will never agree to give my Myrcella to Dornish, just like when I was given to Robert·Baratheon! Never!"
Gryn tried to comfort, "Queen Regent Cersei, don't worry, maybe I guessed wrong."
Queen Regent Cersei's eyes were filled with tears, and she said angrily, "You all deserve to die! They all deserve to die!"
Gryn continued to comfort, "Queen Regent Cersei, Princess Myrcella is still in Maidenvault, no one can take your daughter away from you without your consent, I promise."
Queen Regent Cersei hugged Gryn's waist and buried her head in his arms... She missed Jaime very much at the moment. She also wanted to tell Jaime that his favorite Dwarf brother was going to sell their only daughter to Dornish like a commodity.
Gryn could have remained silent, but he had guessed that Tyrion was already playing his mind, or that he was playing 6000 Gold Cloaks's mind... In this case, he had to withstand the counterattack from Lord Gryn, because this was the card table of the power game.
The rational Cersei is far from being a match for Tyrion, but the same cannot be said for the angry Cersei.
Gryn wants to let Tyrion understand that they are now sitting at the power game table. If anything happens, they should come to him obediently and show their sincerity and bargaining chips.
The two separated, and Queen Regent Cersei wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.
She said coldly, "Does he think everything will be fine with his father's letter? It's just a piece of thin paper... Eddard·Stark also had a piece of paper left by Robert."
Gryn said softly, "Yes, you have the initiative. With just one order from you, he will be imprisoned directly into the depths of Dungeons."
Queen Regent Cersei turned around and picked up the wine glass, took a sip Summer Wine, stood quietly for a while, and murmured, "Is Dwarf executing the order of Old Lion..."
Gryn walked over silently, picked up the wine bottle, and poured wine for her.
Queen Regent Cersei's green eyes looked at Gryn, and she seemed to want to confirm again. "Lord Gryn, could it be Lord Tywin who gave the order to Tyrion?"
Gryn shook his head slightly. "Queen Regent Cersei, I can't guess at the moment. There are some things that require investigation to know the exact answer. Maybe... at the right time, you can ask Tyrion directly."
Queen Regent Cersei's eyes moved, and she handed the wine glass in her hand to Gryn: "Gryn, I don't have the patience to wait. I want to get the answer as soon as possible."
Gryn took the wine glass from Queen Regent Cersei's hand, paused, and said, "Queen Regent Cersei, I will get what you want without harming his life."
Queen Regent Cersei smiled. She stretched out her hand and gently patted Gryn's breastplate. Her eyes flashed coldly.
"Be nice to him, Lord Gryn."
Vale, Bloody Gate.
"I think the lady in front of me looks familiar..."
Knight of the Bloody Gate opened his mask with a faint smile on his face. His voice was hoarse. "Little Cat, you are so far away from home."