King's Landing (End)

The maester's chain clinked softly. Pycelle paused slightly, then bowed toward Little Rose beside Gryn.

Then he continued to Gryn, "King Tommen, Princess Myrcella, and Ser Jaime are all inside. Queen Regent Cersei... ah, she is waiting for you."

Gryn clenched his fist and shifted his gaze to the side. "Lady Margaery, I'll go in shortly."

At that moment, Hand of the King Harys Swyft, Lord Gyles Rosby, and the others also came before Gryn.

After a brief exchange of greetings, Margaery moved toward the queen regent's bedchamber. Lord Mathis Rowan, who wished to follow her, was discreetly blocked by several Gold Cloak captains.

Gryn's gaze shifted toward him. "Lord Rowan, don't forget that you are the Master of Ships."

Hand Harys's eyes flickered as he immediately echoed, "As a Small Council Member, you should be more concerned with a kingdom beset by dangers at this moment, rather than treating yourself as a guard."

Having said that, Harys smiled at Gryn, his smile somewhat fawning.

Grand Maester Pycelle cast a sidelong glance at Hand Harys and sighed. "Lord Mathis, the kingdom needs your service."

"..." Mathis Rowan silently joined the Small Council Members. This time, no one stopped him.

After a pause, Gryn swept his gaze over the others and said with tightly furrowed brows, "The queen regent's wound..."

He closed his eyes. "...How long does she have left?"

Pycelle's expression was grave. "I have done everything in my power to treat her, and Qyburn assisted me, but the queen regent's injuries... are far too severe. All I can do is lessen her suffering as much as possible..."

Gryn coldly interrupted Pycelle's slow explanation, repeating, "How long does she have left?"

Grand Maester Pycelle cautiously glanced at the expressionless Gryn and slowly said, "Once the queen regent's conversation with you