Bloodline 10

"Thank you, Your Grace."

Everyone turned toward Tommen and bowed respectfully.

"Tommen."

Gryn placed a hand on the young king's shoulder. "All Seven Kingdoms are watching you. Be strong."

Tommen sniffed. "I understand, Lord Regent Gryn."

Gryn's gaze shifted to the side. "Princess Myrcella, I will take care of matters in the Westerlands. When the time comes... whether you wish to remain in the Red Keep with Tommen or go to Casterly Rock, I will respect your choice."

Myrcella wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and gave Gryn a small curtsy. "Thank you, Lord Regent. I will consider it carefully."

Watching Gryn comfort the king and princess in such a gentle voice, those around them could not help but nod approvingly at his kindness... and his care and devotion toward the royal family.

Gryn raised his eyes toward Margaery, then nodded and rose to his feet.

"My lords and ladies."

Gryn swept his gaze around the room. Everyone in the Sept fell silent, their eyes settling upon him.

He spoke slowly. "May the Gods bless the king."

"May the Gods bless the king..."

The others echoed him. Their low, unified voices reverberated through every corner of the Sept, lending solemnity and dignity to this sorrowful moment.

"Ser Jaime."

Anguy approached the stone coffin. When Jaime failed to respond for a long while, he called to him again.

After a pause, Jaime's green eyes, seemingly stripped of all their light, finally stirred faintly.

Anguy stepped a little closer. "Lord Gryn wishes to speak with you."

After a while, Jaime let out a breath. His gaze reluctantly left Cersei within the stone coffin, and he said hoarsely, "Lead the way."

The Godslayer began walking with slight stiffness. His bearing was no longer as agile as before; every step