Maegor's Breakfast

Breakfast at Maegor's Holdfast

The fire crackled in the hearth.

"Because she is a wilful woman, she is cherished in a wilful way, is that it, Duke Kleber?" Lady Olenna's voice rose beside the warm hearth, but shadows veiled her eyes, making it difficult to discern her true feelings at the moment.

"Lady Olenna, once she has the security of considerate affection, perhaps there is no need to persist in that so-called wilfulness."

Lady Olenna fell silent for a moment before speaking again. "...It seems you believe Tyrell will lose to that Lioness."

Gryn watched the dancing flames in the hearth for a while, then shook his head slightly. "Tyrell will always be the winner, but this fruit may need time to ripen. After all... Tommen is only nine."

The following morning, warm sunlight crept into Maegor's Hold.

"Mother, I want to go riding this afternoon." King Tommen's childish voice rang through the dining hall.

At their invitation, Gryn was having breakfast with Queen Regent Cersei and King Tommen.

Cersei's brows drew together slightly. "Tommen, I have taught you that you are a king. You should not become absorbed in play. This afternoon, I will have your uncle Jaime practice swordsmanship with you."

Tommen lowered his chubby little face in disappointment and muttered softly, "But I already made plans with them..."

At that, Cersei raised a brow directly, her tone turning somewhat sharp. "Who are they?"

Tommen's little head sank even lower. His plump cheeks puffed out as he resisted his mother with silence.

Gryn chewed his food slowly. Seeing Cersei's full breasts rise and fall more and more noticeably, he lifted his cup and took a sip of Summer Wine before saying unhurriedly, "Your Grace, the consequences of defying one's mother are often far from pleasant. If