Bloodline 9

Gryn lay on his side, propping up his cheek. "Is there anything I can help with?"

As Margaery draped her cloak over herself, she casually said, "If Princess Myrcella could help me receive some of the ladies coming to offer condolences, I would be much less burdened."

Starting today, the nobles residing in King's Landing would come to the Sept for the funeral, mourning Cersei's passing. What Margaery meant was... she had to accompany the little king and worried she would be unable to properly attend to everyone.

Gryn nodded lightly. "She will not refuse."

Margaery looked over, her tone like that of a wife teasing her husband. "Is Princess Myrcella very charming? Oh, I can already imagine it... knights dueling over her beauty in the future."

A smile touched Gryn's lips. "Margaery, if I were a man of The Reach, you would surely find me among the many knights dueling for you."

Smiling sweetly, Margaery lowered herself beside the bed and rested her chin on one hand as she met Gryn's gaze.

Her beautiful eyes reflected the man lying on the bed. "Your tongue is still as charming as it was when I first met you."

Smiling with his eyes, Gryn stared at Margaery's rose-colored lips. "Clearly, I have fallen in love with your tongue as well."

At those words, Margaery's cheeks flushed faintly. At that moment... she resembled a shy maiden immersed in sweet love, her heart and eyes filled with only him.

Then came another passionate kiss.

When their lips parted, Margaery said somewhat breathlessly, "Will the daytime be very long today?"

Little Rose's gaze was misty as water. Gryn stroked her cheek and said, "You can rest easy. Once those people confirm that the friendship between Marigold and Golden Rose will not waver, they will only