Gryn·Crabb lowered his eyes, Melisandre's hands are slender and long, with well-defined joints, and the fingertips are like beautiful strings, exuding a moving luster. Barbook 69 New
Gryn raised his eyes, and his brown eyes met the red eyes of the priestess. "Mrs. Melisandre, I think Lord Stannis's ship did not invite me here to discuss unfamiliar beliefs."
After saying that, he glanced at the ruby on the throat, walked past Melisandre and walked to the picture table.
Melisandre's deep voice sounded, "Lord Gryn, Lord of Light are watching every mortal on the earth."
Gryn stared at the picture table and said, "Whether it is a true god or a false god, I am just a small lord. What I care about is whether my subjects can have enough to eat."
After a pause, he looked at Melisandre: "New Bishop of Crackclaw Point is on my ship right now. He may be happy to pay tribute to your power."
Melisandre's blood-red eyes seemed to have candle flames dancing wildly. "Sacred Fire will protect believers and eliminate all evil."
Gryn's eyes flashed with cold light, and his Right Hand slowly hung on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
Stannis·Baratheon's cold voice suddenly sounded, "Intention..."
He murmured and continued, "Painted Table Chamber is not a missionary."
Davos·Seaworth moved his steps, and his body naturally blocked the line of sight between Gryn and Melisandre.
Davos looked at Gryn, and his voice was very friendly. "Lord Gryn, if you don't mind, I would like to hear your advice. I have always admired your military talents."
After Davos finished speaking, Stannis's eyes moved to Gryn's body again. Under a pair of thick eyebrows, his eyes were like two wounds.
Gryn tapped his chin, he stared at the Seven Kingdoms map on the map table, walked a few steps, and said, "Lord Stannis, as a friendly guest, please forgive my presumption."
Lord Stannis nodded imperceptibly.
Gryn pointed at Vale and said, "There, the criminal who poisoned Hand Jon Arryn is waiting for the trial of a just person. Therefore, before the trial comes, it is very likely to fall into civil war. It can be said that it is a place that has no time to take care of itself."
Gryn pointed his finger at Riverlands: "This place will soon become a battlefield for lions, wolves, and fish."
He pointed at Stormlands: "You know the situation here better than anyone else."
Finally, his hand was pointed at the Reach: "According to the current situation, it can be said that the support of House Golden Rose can determine the final outcome of the war."
Gryn held the edge of the picture table with both hands and raised his head to look at Lord Stannis who was watching the Reach.
"Lord Stannis, I know about the Siege of Storm's End incident more than ten years ago, but I have to give you advice. With my simple wisdom, I think Golden Rose's support is crucial."
After a moment of silence, Davos sighed, "Lord Gryn, this... is difficult."
Lord Stannis snorted coldly and said, "The timid ones want to hide behind the city wall and wait for the wind to change. The bold ones want to join Renly's command. Why Renly? Ordinary Small Council, he only knows I was joking with Littlefinger. When Tournament arrived, he put on that beautiful armor and was shot down by a lance master. This is the sum of my brother Renly's deeds. What evil have I done to have to be with such a brother in this life?!"
The sharp voice of Selyse·Florent suddenly came. "Stannis, the so-called suggestions they put forward are stupid. As Iron Throne's Lawful Heir, can you only beg for mercy?"
Lord Stannis frowned and looked at the person he called his wife, "Woman, when did I start begging for mercy?"
Tatata, Mrs. Selyse came over. "I am very pleased to hear what you said. According to Lord of Light's will, you are the real ruler of Seven Kingdoms, Andals, Rhoynar The king of First Men, the House Stark, Golden Rose family, your younger brother Renly, and others should be loyal to you. In this case, wouldn't it be disrespectful to ask them for help, or even bargain for it?"
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Lord Stannis's jaw moved silently... He has never been good at getting along with women, even his wife. When he went to Red Keep to assist Jon· While Arryn was governing the kingdom, he would leave Selyse and his daughter in Dragonstone together. Moreover, he did not have many letters from his family, and even fewer visits. He only fulfilled his marital obligations once or twice a year, which made him feel no joy.
After a pause, Lord Stannis said coldly, "Another decree... Madam, I remind you again, what I want is an army, not a blessing."
"My brothers and uncles have armies, House Florent will fight for you."
"The two thousand soldiers of the Florent family? I'm afraid I don't have as much confidence in them as you. Selyse, the Florent family's territory is too close to the Highgarden family. I think your brother and uncle dare not go against the Golden Rose family."
Mrs. Selyse came over and held Stannis's hand. "It is destined that you will sail away from this island and sweep across thousands of armies, just like Aegon the Conqueror back then. Your time is coming. Lord of Light R'hllor is Heart of the Holy Flame, your most powerful ally."
Lord Stannis asked with a straight face, "How many troops will Lord of Light give me?"
Mrs. Selyse spread an arm and said, "Melisandre has seen the prophecy from Sacred Fire... How many troops do you need... First, start with the troops and horses of Storm's End and Highgarden..."
Gryn suddenly coughed slightly, interrupting Mrs. Selyse's words and attracting the attention of those present... Lord Gryn was about to leave.
Mrs. Selyse said angrily in a sharp voice, "Half-Wildling Earl, this is an offense, an unforgivable offense!"
Stannis stared at himself with squinted eyes, Gryn said calmly, "Your Majesty, Duke, if you are destined to be king, I think marriage may be more reliable than the so-called will."
Davos first looked at Mrs. Selyse who was stopped by Mrs. Melisandre, then looked at the silent Lord Stannis and said, "Lord Gryn, what do you mean?"
Gryn shrugged and said, "If he is destined to become king, Master Stannis needs a Queen who can bring him a hundred thousand troops."
Mrs. Selyse snapped, "The only true king has the only true Queen!"
Click, click, click, Lord Stannis walked up to Gryn and stood in front of him, saying, "Lord Gryn, I don't like hypocritical people."
Lord Stannis's eyes were sharp. "When you gave me your suggestions, you already knew that I would not accept your suggestions."
Gryn met Lord Stannis's gaze and nodded calmly. "Dear Lord Stannis, you have a burning gaze. I have to be honest. This is one of the reasons why I respect you."
He caressed his chest and said, "Under the continuous blockade and suppression of the Vale nobles for more than ten years, Crackclaw Point has been in chaos all year round. House Crabb ended the war with war and became too weak to usher in the rare peace. Crabb cannot afford another defeat. Just as you are, please allow us who are weak to hide behind the city wall and wait for the wind."
After a moment of pause, Gryn added, "I assure you, whether it is out of respect for you or the legal succession, Crackclaw Point will never work for Lord Renly."
After a moment of silence, Lord Stannis said coldly, "Where is Lannister?"
Gryn's expression showed no hesitation. "Cersei·Lannister is very kind to Crabb, but she is not Lannister in my eyes."
Lord Stannis's eyes were scrutinizing. "Then let me put it another way, will you be loyal to Cersei to the end?"
Gryn's eyes were firm. "Lord Stannis, I am a knight who has not lost his honor."
Lord Stannis turned around, his eyes moved to the picture table, and Gryn did not speak again.
Standing motionless for a while, Lord Stannis turned his back to Gryn and said coldly, "Step back. Remember your promise, Gryn·Crabb."