Daenerys nodded gently and said, "Thank you, I will make good use of it."
Butler Surana quietly wiped her eyes, paused, and then added with concern, "Excuse my boldness, but every citizen of Crabb is a good the Warrior. Our mistress doesn't need to personally charge into battle. Perhaps you could consider it a slightly larger piece of jewelry."
Daenerys smiled and said, " Lady Surana, thank you for your suggestion. I will keep it in mind."
Butler Surana gave a slight bow and said, "This is my honor, Your Highness."
Daenerys reached out and grasped the hand of Butler Surana, saying, "I really appreciate your wisdom, and I can feel your kindness towards me. Thank you again."
She stopped the butler, Surana, who was about to bow, her beautiful eyes curving like crescent moons, and said, "Come, I want to hear its story."
The Reach, Bitterbridge Campsite.
Mace Tyrell's face was serious; he frowned and muttered, "If it were me..."
The Reach's greatest war artist stared at the map of the Vale, pondering the Vale War that had shocked the Seven Kingdoms.
He pointed to the plains north of Gulltown on the map, wondering: Gryn only had a few thousand men, yet he won the war with one battle during the day and one battle at night, but that was an army of over 30,000.
The name of the Crabb Longbow was established after this battle, and Lord Mace rubbed his chin.
Is it... really that powerful?
If the Crabb Longbow were truly as formidable as rumored, why didn't the Vale Knights retreat in time? Weren't the Vale's warhorses faster than the archers' legs?
After thinking about it, he found the answer: the problem lay with the military commander.
Lord Mace stroked his beard, surprised that the renowned Bronze Yohn of the Seven Kingdoms only knew how to wield a sword, but not the art of war.
Then, the Lord Mace had to admit... he was a little "envious" of Little Gryn's record.
In truth, he longed to win a resounding victory himself, to prove to everyone the Lord of Highgarden's military prowess.
His gaze involuntarily drifted to the location of King's Landing on the map, and he couldn't help but feel eager to try, but in the end, it turned into a sigh.
Although they are a strong ally of the Lannister, he cannot vie for command of the Tyrell - Lannister alliance in order to secure the House Tyrell Queen.
Unless... Lord Tywin is defeated... No, that would mean Stannis has won, and nothing could be worse. May the Gods bless Tywin Lannister.
After a pause, Lord Mace's gaze quickly shifted to the location of Storm's End. Perhaps... he could give it a try here.
"Father," Margaery Tyrell's clear voice rang out.
Lord Mace snapped out of his reverie, looked at his daughter, and said, "Oh, my Margaery, it's been a night... My daughter is even more beautiful now, praise the Gods."
Margaery gave a slight bow and said, "Thank you for your praise, Lord of Highgarden. It is an honor I would never forget."
After saying that, she couldn't help but chuckle softly, while Lord Mace let out a hearty laugh.
Margaery glanced casually at the map on the table and said, "Father, I heard that Stannis's army is not far from King's Landing. Is the war there about to begin?"
Lord Mace nodded slightly and said, "Soon."
He stroked his beard and continued, "You will soon sit on the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, my daughter."
Margaery murmured, "May the Gods bless King Joffrey."
Seeing the worried look on his daughter's face, Lord Mace immediately comforted her, "My Margaery, you can rest assured, Stannis can't win."
Margaery nodded gently and said, "I trust your judgment, Father."
She really wanted to ask what would happen if Stannis won, but Little Rose knew these words shouldn't come out of her mouth.
Margaery changed the subject, saying, "Father, I've heard many people talking about the war in the Vale. They say the battle between Crackclaw Point and the Vale was a savage miracle, and I think Lord Gryn's name will soon be known throughout the Seven Kingdoms."
After hearing his daughter's words, Lord Mace's face turned somewhat solemn. He said, "Blood... savagery... this is not a good thing."
Margaery nodded and said, "Yes, I agree with you."
She paused, then continued, "As far as I know, none of the Vale nobles who participated in that battle survived. It's hard to explain this simply by the cruelty of war."
Lord Mace paused for a moment, then said, "It can also be explained as revenge; at least we know that Crackclaw Point harbors hatred for the Vale."
Margaery asked in surprise, "Father, are you planning to help Lord Gryn?"
Lord Mace shook his head slightly and said, "Not me, but you. My Margaery, when you wear the Queen, you will need the adoration of the Crownlands nobles, and the Gryn family has a tradition of direct loyalty to the Queen."
He tapped his fingers on the armrest of the chair. "This is a good opportunity."
Margaery hesitated for a moment, then said, "Father, even the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms needs to consider the feelings of the Vale nobles."
The smug look that had just appeared on Lord Mace vanished instantly, and he muttered, "That is a problem..."
Margaery added, "Everyone knows that the Lord Gryn is a favorite of the Lannister Queen Mother, and I find it hard to fathom his loyalty to the new Queen."
Lord Mace's face lit up with smugness again. He said, " Margaery, don't worry, for my sake, Gryn won't make things difficult for you."
Margaery smiled and said, "Father, I have never doubted your charm."
Her words made the Lord Mace burst into laughter.
She paused, then continued, "I know you also appreciate Lord Gryn's wit, but I must remind you that the Lannister Queen Mother harbors inexplicable hostility towards me, and he will be in the most difficult position."
The Lord Mace frowned, pondered for a moment, and said, " Margaery, I did indeed overlook Queen Regent Cersei. Do you have any good ideas?"
Margaery shook her head slightly, looking helpless... In fact, when Little Rose was drafting the alliance agreement with Gryn at Longtable, she had already thought of a way to deal with the Lannister Queen Mother, but this concerned the heir to Highgarden, and in order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings among her family, she could not say it herself.
Margaery's eyes trembled slightly... She believed that with her grandmother's wisdom, her grandmother could surely think of the same method that she could think of, and that her grandmother would do it even better.
All she had to do was "remind" her father to discover the problems within the Red Keep.
If the father couldn't think of a proper solution himself, he would go to his grandmother.
Let me think about it...
Lord Mace paced back and forth, deep in thought for a long while, before saying, " Margaery, we need Lady Olenna's wisdom."
The aftereffects of drinking on the holiday are still lingering. It took me ages to type all this out TT (Family, the pain of having to Google familiar words... doesn't understand?)