King's Landing 3

Gryn patted the back of Margaery's hand reassuringly. After a moment's thought, he said, "If Queen Regent Cersei's injuries are too severe to heal..."

A faintly scrutinizing gleam appeared in his eyes. "You may no longer have the chance to prove your innocence through a trial by the Faith."

He still suspected the rose was the mastermind behind this accident... Meeting Gryn's gaze, Margaery's eyes reddened slightly, and her voice carried a sorrowful, tearful quaver.

"Gryn, she'll definitely be all right, won't she?" As she spoke, a hot tear welled from the corner of her eye and slowly slid down her cheek. She looked as fragile as a delicate flower.

"..."

After watching her for a moment, Gryn sighed softly. "May The Gods bless her... I suppose."

He lifted the wineskin and took a mouthful of Summer Wine before adding, "For House Tyrell's sake, I hope you can be stronger, Margaery."

At that, Margaery's eyes flickered slightly. "Tommen must be devastated. He loves his mother very much."

Gryn nodded faintly. "Tommen must be strong too."

Once she had settled back into her seat, Margaery wiped the tear tracks from her cheeks with the back of her hand. "Yes. The king must be strong."

Gryn merely curled his lips and said nothing.

Silence immediately filled the carriage.

Margaery secretly clenched her skirts. His silence when the king was mentioned... meant that Gryn's attitude toward Tommen had changed.

Why?

Her thoughts raced as she guessed at the reasons, the consequences, and how to respond.

Before long, Margaery looped an arm through one of Gryn's and gently rested her head against his shoulder. "Gryn, will the war end? If this accident today isn't handled properly, will it provoke the displeasure of the Westerlands lords? It would be a new disaster. May The Gods