Backstab

Little Steward's brows furrowed slightly. He carefully considered the lord's words, scratched his head, and said uncertainly, "It seems... the atmosphere there seems to appeal to them?"

Arianne...

The Sand Snakes...

The Red Viper...

Gryn smiled, pondering briefly before asking, "Has Anguy become their hostage?"

"My lord, while I was gathering information, a woman nearing thirty approached me. She called herself a Sand Snake, Obara Sand. She told me... Ser Anguy was being personally entertained by their princess."

After a pause, Leyton continued, "Should they have the honor of meeting you, they will make every effort to compensate you for their unavoidable offense and seek your forgiveness. The Sand Snake also told me that if their rashness had failed to interest you, they would treat Ser Anguy well as an expression of their apology."

After listening to Little Steward's exact recounting, Gryn paused and said, "Take the clan soldiers there first. Then speak with the Gold Cloaks patrol in that area. When I arrive, find a reasonable excuse to temporarily seal off the streets near that brothel."

"Yes, my lord. I'll make the arrangements at once."

After Little Steward hurried away, Gryn set aside the matter of the Dornishmen and turned his gaze back to the map of the Seven Kingdoms on the wall.

After pondering for a while, Lord Gryn rubbed his chin. Had Old Lion deliberately revealed this information to him?

Was he worried that Lord Gryn of As High as Honor might secretly employ underhanded means against his dear younger brother? Or perhaps... with the Riverlands about to be pacified, Old Lion could no longer wait to extend his claws toward Crabb?

Without dwelling on it for long, Gryn sat at the table, pulled out a blank sheet of parchment, picked up a quill, and dipped it