Bloodline 5

"Convey my orders. Ring the bells throughout the city to mourn the passing of Queen Regent Cersei."

Gryn rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Her body... once the Sisters of the Stranger are ready, let her 'sleep' in the small Sept of the Red Keep first. As for her funeral..."

He looked at the Master of Household. "...I'll leave it to you. Conduct it according to the rites of a king. I'll have Lord Gyles Rosby assist you."

The Master of Household gave a slight bow and said sorrowfully, "As you command, Your Highness. It is my greatest honor."

Gryn patted the Master of Household's shoulder and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Go make the arrangements."

Then he turned toward Little Rose.

"Lady Margaery Tyrell, I can feel the depth of your grief at this moment, but I hope you can set aside your sorrow for now and take on the responsibility of caring for King Tommen. The Master of Household will be very busy in the days ahead, and so will... Ser Jaime."

Gryn raised a hand and rested it on Little Rose's forearm, speaking solemnly. "For the king's sake, I would like to invite you to serve as Mistress of Household. Tommen's attendants, maidservants, and servants, as well as the Kingsguard, will all be at your command."

Margaery's sincere feelings were answered once again. She could clearly sense the goodwill Gryn was extending to House Tyrell.

After all, Gryn was practically placing the young king directly in her care.

Which was more important, Gryn or Tommen? Margaery naturally understood. One was a powerful Lord Regent at present, while the other was a king who would come into his own rule in a few years.

According to the laws of the Seven Kingdoms, Gryn's regency would end when