Backstab 8

Moonlight poured down coldly. Gryn's words remained gentle, as though the watery moonlight had melted into his voice.

Yet for some reason... Margaery Tyrell suddenly felt that she should not have come tonight.

Her fingers curled slightly, slender and even paler beneath the moonlight. Her rose-colored lips parted. "Duke Gryn, you are always so thoughtful. I will remember your advice."

Gryn's voice was especially clear in the silent moonlit night. "You are not only wise, but also willing to listen. I cannot help but praise you."

Because of the Lioness's teasing tonight, some of Gryn's unspent fire still lingered within him, while Little Rose seemed even more enchanting beneath the hazy moonlight.

He took a step back, opening a little distance between them.

"By the way, please forgive my presumption, but are you here... to see me?"

Combined with his words, Gryn's retreat seemed natural, but Margaery, with her sharp mind, still detected something unusual.

She nodded lightly. "I was waiting for you."

Margaery took a small step forward. Her skirt brushed softly across the ground with a faint rustle as she narrowed the distance between herself and Gryn.

"If you permit it, I hope to hear another piece of advice from you—honest advice."

Little Rose's gaze was full of expectation. Gryn fell silent for a moment, moonlight spilling across his face and revealing the conflict in his heart.

At last, he slowly spoke. "Lady Margaery, your request is not excessive. After all, we are on the same side... What do you wish to hear from me?"

"I want to know..."

Margaery moved closer to Gryn again, her voice carrying a trace of sorrow she could not conceal. "Will there... be any changes to my wedding date with King Joffrey?"

Looking at the hopeful gaze so close before him, Gryn