Chapter 187 Gryn's proposal 2
After Gryn·Crabb finished speaking, there was a silence in the hall.
After a while, Lancel·Lannister reacted and broke the silence. "Gryn, you mean Stannis will become the king? Seven!"
The people present ignored Lancel who was making a fuss, but Gryn was very patient and pointed at the letter placed in front of Tyrion·Lannister's desk.
"It is evidence of Stannis's hidden ambition. Otherwise, why would he try so hard to slander our Majesty?"
After finishing speaking, Gryn felt several glances sweeping over him. He showed a slight smile and looked back with a calm gaze.
Varys's eyes flashed, Pycelle's eyes dodged, Tyrion grinned.
Cersei·Lannister was very satisfied with Gryn's words. She showed a pleasant smile, "Stannis is a hypocritical, despicable and shameless guy. No wonder my husband hated him so much before he was alive."
Varys said with a smile, "I heard that everyone doesn't like him."
After saying that, Varys chuckled.
Gryn chuckled like a cheer, and soon... the laughter of the "villain" floated in the hall.
Queen Regent Cersei raised his hand slightly, and everyone's laughter gradually disappeared, occasionally mixed with light coughs.
She looked at Dwarf Hand of the King: "Tyrion, I'll leave this matter to you, and... prepare Stannis interesting things in advance. This kind of thing should be your specialty, right?"
Tyrion pretended not to understand the sarcasm in Cersei's words, and said humbly, "Queen Regent, please forgive me for being stupid, but please give me some advice about Stannis..."
Tyrion has a humble look on his face... He is my sister's well-behaved brother.
A look of pride appeared on Queen Regent Cersei's face, and he was also a little satisfied with Dwarf Hand of the King.
"The lover of Selyse·Florent (Stannis's wife) is designated as her uncle, Stannis's acting city lord, Sir Axell·Florent."
After saying that, Queen Regent Cersei felt a refreshing feeling of relief from his hatred.
She added, "It is said that they were inseparable at Dragonstone. I also heard that Stannis's daughter also had ears for Florent's family. This is really a wonderful coincidence."
Varys held hands together, he nodded slightly, with admiration in his tone. "Greyscale of Shirei Frey·Baratheon, maybe it is the Gods's punishment for Mrs. Selyse's marital infidelity... The best lies often hide a few facts, enough to make the listener suspicious...Queen Regent Cersei, your wisdom is really admirable."
Grand Maester Pycelle opened his sleepy eyes wide, and said with a horrified expression, "Queen Regent, is this a fact?"
Tyrion's expression looked like he had just reacted. "That's it! Even though Stannis is estranged from his wife, he is suspicious by nature. If we can sow the seeds of suspicion between him and House Florent, it will be beneficial to us when he wants to become king."
Queen Regent Cersei snorted proudly at first, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the wine in a good mood.
Gryn looked at Queen Regent Cersei with a smile on his face, caressing his chest and said, "Fortresses are often broken from the inside first, Queen Regent Cersei will win."
Lancel was confused before, but now he understood. He immediately said, "The Queen Mother will win!"
Others looked at me, I looked at you, and finally said in unison, "The Queen Mother will win."
The atmosphere became slightly awkward. Cersei glanced at Lancel coldly and said, "For the next topic, have you found a suitable candidate for Master of Coin?"
Grand Maester Pycelle said tremblingly, "Queen Regent, we recommend Rosby Earl, Gyles·Rosby."
"Reason."
"My Queen Mother, Rosby has something urgently needed by King's Landing..."
"Next topic, the remnants of Targaryen have begun to be active opposite Narrow Sea..."
"...Lord Gryn..."
Night, Shataya's shop.
Gryn, who was leaning on the thick cushion, suddenly opened his eyes.
"Sir, are you awake?"
The girl who spoke had a clear voice. She had long, straight silver hair, green eyes, and skin as fine as porcelain.
Gryn closed his eyes again for a while, and when he opened them again, the sharpness in his eyes had disappeared.
He rubbed his hair. "How long have I slept?"
The silver-haired girl beside him quietly slid onto Gryn's lap and nibbled his ear. "It's only been a little while..."
Gryn fell asleep while waiting for someone, but he had a dream. In the dream, "Gryn" was canonized as Crackclaw Point Earl After that, he left the card table of the Game of Thrones and went back to settle down and become a noble lord... He had a wife and children by his side, but he couldn't see the faces of his wife and children clearly in the dream. He was so angry that he wanted to draw his sword, and then... woke up.
The silver-haired girl whispered in her ear, "Sir, my name is Mary. I am very good at treating fatigue."
Mary has always been very calm, but suddenly he became... very cute?
Gryn smiled slightly and patted Mary's back, "Go and help me find Shataya."
Mary reluctantly got up and left. Her expression gave Gryn a very familiar feeling... looking in the mirror?! It must be an illusion!
Not long after, Shataya, dressed in light green silk clothes, walked in lightly with a silver wine bottle in his hand.
Shataya has a tall figure, skin color like ebony, and eyes the color of sandalwood. She slowly sat next to Gryn.
"Sir Gryn, please forgive me. No matter what price I pay these days, I just can't buy good wine."
Gryn's eyes trembled slightly. He took a sip of the wine handed by Shataya and said, "Is it because of Royal Fleet?"
Shataya sighed lightly, "Now everyone calls it the Stannis fleet. It is said that because of their blockade, there are countless ships docked at the Blackwater Rush dock."
Gryn's eyes moved slightly. "Do you need help?"
Shataya's smile was charming. She shook her head and said, "Everyone's situation is the same, which is good. Your protection is a great kindness. Shataya will keep it in mind."
Gryn's fingers gently rubbed the body of the wine glass, paused, and said, "I will leave King's Landing for a while..."
Shataya showed an uneasy expression, which was just right.
It felt like looking in the mirror again... Gryn took back his thoughts that almost went astray and continued, "During my absence, the new Hand of the King Tyrion·Lannister will fulfill the promise on my behalf."
Shataya bowed deeply. "Thank you again, Lord Gryn."
Gryn sighed, "Lord Petyr is my friend, I hope he returns to King's Landing soon."
Shataya saluted gracefully again.
After a gentle knock on the door, Mary brought a plate of fruit like a maid.
Before she left, she turned her head and looked at Gryn, her eyes were moist. "Sir, Mary will be waiting for you."
Gryn:"..."
Shataya chuckled, "Sir Gryn, my daughter is not usually so bold."
Gryn: "..., a very rare hair color."
Shataya smiled, "Sir Gryn, although the blood of the Summer Kingdom flows in Mary's body, he was born in King's Landing."
Seeing Gryn looking at her, she continued, "Mary was brought up by me, so he was influenced by me... I am from Summer Isles, We believe that it is not shameful to make jokes in the women's branch, and those who are skilled in bed skills are respected. Many noble men and women will enter the women's branch to serve for several years after the onset of sexual desire to honor the Gods."
Gryn's eyebrows raised slightly. "The Gods?"
Shataya tapped his chin and said, "Our bodies and souls are given by the Gods. They gave us voices so that we can show our respect through singing. They gave us hands so that we can build temples through labor. They also gave us desires so that we can honor the gods through our bodies."
After a moment of silence, Gryn said, "Shataya, the new Hand of the King is a different kind of pious person."
Shataya bowed slightly, poured wine, and said, "As you command, Lord Gryn."
Shataya was about to say goodbye when the door was suddenly pushed open and Tyrion limped in.
"Haah... you finally like... oh... isn't this Shataya?"
Shataya salutes. "Welcome, Lord Lannister."
After Shataya left, Tyrion held his chin and said thoughtfully, "Gryn, have you observed Shataya's behavior? Few female branch girls can be so elegant and noble. She must regard herself as some kind of priestess."
Gryn couldn't help laughing, "Tyrion, I have to admit, you really have a bright eye."
Tyrion laughed and said, "It's a pity that they will never appreciate my greatest advantage. My greatest charm is generosity... Well, everyone loves Gold Dragon..."
He pointed to his nose and grinned. "When they worked hard to take Gold Dragon from me before, they could still leave me with a charming smile, but since I became Dwarf without a nose, they are crying while taking it."
Gryn smiled and said, "Tyrion, I suggest you wear a prosthetic nose made of gold. Everyone will love you then."
Tyrion laughed for a while, then picked up the jug and poured a glass of wine, saying, "Gryn, your proposal is really exciting. I will find the best craftsman to arrange it tomorrow."
Tyrion took a sip of wine and frowned. "This tastes... really bad..."