Gryn·Crabb said with a smile, "Princess Myrcella·Baratheon."
Tyrion·Lannister covered his face. "Seven Which..."
After a pause, he leaned back in his chair and said feebly, "Gryn, how did you guess it?"
"Tyrion, it's not hard to guess."
Tyrion's eyes moved and he said, "Everyone knows that Prince of Dorne is a very emotional person, and Dornish has never forgotten his hatred for Lannister."
Gryn shook his head slightly. "Prince of Dorne is the leader of Dorne. Personal feelings will not override Dorne's interests. Everyone knows that the current Seven Kingdoms situation is very beneficial to them."
Tyrion straightened up. "Gryn, Prince of Dorne is so proud and arrogant, how could he easily abandon his deep hatred?!"
He seemed to be asking and answering himself, and then said, "First, use the Mountain's head to appease Dornish's self-esteem..."
Gryn shrugged. "Isn't it easy to guess?"
Tyrion didn't say anything. He picked up the wine flask, filled the empty glass with wine, and pushed it to Gryn.
He stared at Gryn and said seriously, "Gryn, will you help me?"
Gryn raised an eyebrow. "Tyrion, your words sound like you want me to betray Queen Regent Cersei."
Tyrion picked up the wine glass and shook it gently. "My good sister Cersei, she is as gentle as the cruel Maegor, as selfless as the Unworthy Aegon Targaryen, and she is as wise as Mad King Aerys.
She will retaliate, no matter if someone else really made a mistake or it was something she imagined, her judgment comes from her own wisdom.
She can't tell the difference between caution and cowardice, and can't listen to unfavorable advice. The most terrifying thing is... she is extremely greedy for power and glory."
He stared at Gryn and said, "She will appoint you as Commander of the Gold Cloaks because of her trust in you, but she will also easily shake her trust in you because you are Commander of the Gold Cloaks."
After listening to Tyrion's words, Gryn was unmoved. "I like Queen Regent Cersei's simplicity and directness, and it's too tiring to rebuild loyalty with someone else..."
Tyrion picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the wine. His eyes never left Gryn... Well, my sister Cersei is indeed easy to kill sometimes.
After a pause, he put down his wine glass and said again, "Gryn, for three hundred years Crackclaw Point has followed the tradition of direct allegiance to Queen. Joffrey will soon have a new Queen... You won't throw away the family skills, right?"
Gryn's tone was very calm. "Tyrion, have you found the Queen candidate for the king?"
Tyrion was slightly stunned, then sighed and said, "Miss Sansa is actually a very good candidate. If Joffrey marries her, we will be able to get the support of the North, Riverlands, and Vale at the same time. Unfortunately, my good nephew's way of winning the hearts of beauties is so different from ordinary people."
The smile on Gryn's face gradually dissipated and he said, "Tyrion Hand of the King, King Joffrey is only thirteen years old. You can wait until he has a new Queen and then talk to me about the tradition of Crackclaw Point."
Hearing Gryn's answer, Tyrion wanted to help him... What he wanted was now.
Gryn asked again, "What did you say to Queen Regent Cersei?"
"My good sister showed off to her good brother, she held the entire King's Landing in her hands, and my mouth was faster than my brain..."
Tyrion grinned. "I asked her... if she controlled the city with the weapon between her legs."
Gryn's eyes trembled slightly... Hearing this kind of words, Cersei's way of thinking would definitely doubt his loyalty. After all, she felt uneasy about not being the one who stayed with him.
Tyrion is telling the truth? Is it really like what he said because the mouth is faster than the brain?
Gryn took back his thoughts, rubbed the body of the wine glass with his fingers, and said slowly, "Tyrion, I am not interested in seeking refuge with other people."
Tyrion's eyes moved slightly, and he said with a smile, "Gryn, I'm curious, what are you interested in now?"
"Vale."
Tyrion was shocked. "Are you attracted to Lady Lysa?!"
After a pause, he added as if to convince himself, "The days after marriage... it's not impossible to just close your eyes and do things quickly."
Gryn:"..."
Tyrion laughed, "Gryn, relax, you have such a straight face, it makes me a little nervous."
Tyrion is smiling on the surface, but in his heart he is making various calculations. He has specifically learned about the grudges between Vale and Crackclaw Point. To be precise, Crackclaw Point men is unilaterally filled with hatred for the Vale people.
Gryn wants to use Commander of the Gold Cloaks's position in exchange for Red Keep's support for Crackclaw Point's revenge action?
Cersei's Red Keep cannot protect itself, and they can't send reinforcements. Could it be that Crackclaw Point wants to take advantage of Vale's civil strife to start a war? If that's the case... Where is the battle of revenge? The two divided gangs have a common enemy... This is simply helping Vale end the civil strife!
Tyrion glanced at Gryn, how could the person in front of him not expect this?!
Tyrion smiled and tried, "Gryn, until the new king's two uncles are solved, Red Keep's support is limited. You should be aware, right?"
Gryn nodded slightly.
Tyrion continued to test, "You are actually willing to trade 6,000 Gold Cloaks for the sound of Red Keep's drumming? In fact, my sister also likes to do this kind of thing."
Gryn stopped what he was doing and looked directly at Tyrion with his brown eyes. "That's the second way..."
He smiled slightly and continued, "Tyrion, I believe your wisdom can save the current crisis."
After a pause, he added, "The premise is that you can transcend Queen Regent Cersei and control King's Landing by yourself."
Tyrion stared at Gryn for a while, then said, "Lord Gryn, can you let me master Gold Cloaks's 6000 swords?"
Gryn pointed at Tyrion's hand and said, "No Gold Cloaks, I can deliver King's Landing to your hands."
"Haah...", Tyrion used laughter to cover up his inner excitement and his distrust of Gryn.
Tyrion raised his glass and gestured towards Gryn... He liked Gryn's compliments very much, and Gryn's proposal was also very attractive, but he doubted Gryn's true purpose.
Tyrion took a sip, and the delicious red wine slowly slid down his throat... Will Gryn harm him? Could Gryn's actions today be inspired by his sister who loves him deeply?
If Gryn really had a way to help him control King's Landing... Thinking of this, Tyrion had to admit that it was too tempting.
Tyrion stretched out a finger and scratched his cheek. He seemed to want to see his sister deflated. That look would definitely be even more fascinating.
Gryn stood up. "Tyrion Hand of the King, please think about it slowly."
Gryn paused next to Tyrion's chair. He reached out and patted Tyrion's small shoulder. "If you don't want to be imprisoned in Black Cells, I suggest you contact Duke Casterly Rock as soon as possible. You must at least make Queen Regent Cersei believe it temporarily, Tyrion Hand of the King is just a good son who helps his father run errands."
Tyrion stopped Gryn: "Hey, my friend, you can stay and we will talk."
Gryn was almost reaching the door. He tilted his head and said, "I refuse invitations without sincerity."
After saying that, he flicked his blue cloak embroidered with Marsh Marigold and left the tavern directly.
After finishing my work, I felt extremely tired and felt as if I had been cooked. I was in a bad state, so I wrote, deleted, deleted, and wrote again, torturing myself until I was no longer human.
I'll go to bed early today and try to make up for it as soon as possible.