Red Keep, Maidenvault Flower Hall.
Gryn followed Jaime to the flower hall and discovered the little figure of Princess Myrcella.
Princess Myrcella, surrounded by maids and nuns, looked in the direction of Gryn.
Princess Myrcella's delicate little face showed the joy of the little girl, and her little body was ready to move.
At this time, an elderly nun coughed lightly.
Hearing the nun's movements, Myrcella straightened his waist again and immediately calmed down the expression on his face.
Myrcella, who looked "arrogant", raised his chin.
Myrcella·Baratheon is the second child of Cersei Queen. She has milk-white skin and golden curly hair.
Gryn is the first time to have close contact with Princess Myrcella, who looks like a young version of Cersei.
At Maegor's Holdfast's lunch at noon, Myrcella was also present. At that time, Gryn just glanced at the freckles on Myrcella's little face and looked away.
Before Gryn and the others could greet him, Myrcella, who raised his chin slightly like Cersei Queen, opened his mouth and spoke with the immaturity of a child, "With all due respect, Gryn..."
Myrcella The nun behind her coughed slightly again. Myrcella immediately stopped her childish words, blushed, and lowered her head subconsciously.
Gryn, who has a keen mind, feels that he has found a way to escape as soon as possible.
Gryn, the scroll king who took over Kingswood Hunt, is very busy and has no time to play with Boss Cersei's children.
Gryn stroked her chest and saluted. "I have met Her Highness the Princess."
Princess Myrcella responded, "Lord Gryn, I invited you here rashly, I hope I didn't disturb you."
Gryn smiled and said, "It is an honor for me to be summoned by Her Royal Highness the Princess."
Hearing Gryn's answer, Myrcella's little face was filled with a happy smile.
Seeing this, the nun Myrcella hesitated and said nothing.
Myrcella's smile is like the ripples of a clear spring, overflowing from the corners of her lips and touching her little face.
Myrcella's clean and pure smile seemed to drive away all the haze in Gryn's heart.
At this moment, Gryn understands Jaime a little, and has a little more patience with the boss's children.
Myrcella's bright blue eyes asked, "I heard the story of the mermaid. They said Mermaid Harbor is your territory. Have you ever seen a mermaid?"
This question almost stumped the eloquent Gryn.
Gryn squatted down and looked straight at Myrcella, a smile flashed across his brown eyes, "Does your highness the princess want to see the mermaid?"
Because they need to talk, Gryn and Myrcella are only a few steps apart.
Myrcella found that after Gryn became shorter, his little neck suddenly felt much lighter because he no longer had to keep his little face raised.
Gryn is a person who pays attention to details. Myrcella's favorability for Gryn is increased by one.
The expression on Myrcella's little face was tangled for a while, and finally he shook his head. "Forget it, the mermaid is very shy, so don't disturb her."
Gryn nodded slightly. "Although we have never met them, we will all wish the kind and beautiful mermaids to live happily forever, right?"
Myrcella nodded. "I will bless them, thank you, Lord Gryn."
Gryn couldn't help but admire the little girl's precocious wisdom.
Myrcella looked through the window of the flower hall into the distance, as if muttering to himself, "I envy them their freedom in the sea..."
The turbaned nun coughed lightly again.
Gryn thinks he can leave.
Gryn, who had always had a gentle gaze, suddenly became cold.
Gryn stood up and Right Hand grasped the hilt of the sword.
Gryn stared at the turbaned nun with cold eyes, her body already in the posture before drawing the sword. "Young nun, how dare you rudely offend Her Royal Highness the Princess many times in front of your ministers."
The scene changed so quickly that everyone in the flower hall was still in the dark.
Jaime, who was about to step forward to stop him, felt that what Gryn said made sense!
The nun who repeatedly coughed in the flower hall to remind Myrcella of her behavior was called Agnes, and she was responsible for teaching Myrcella's etiquette.
Normally, when teaching, it can be said that she is fulfilling her teaching duties, but now that "outsiders" are present, Sister Agnes's behavior has indeed offended the princess's majesty.
Facing Gryn's fierce momentum, Sister Agnes subconsciously took a step back. "You, what do you want to do!"
Gryn had a faint murderous look in his eyes and was about to draw his sword.
Gryn Jaime, whom Gryn had been waiting for, appeared next to Gryn at the right time.
Jaime's big hand pressed down on Gryn's hand holding the sword handle, and said in a deep voice, "Lord Gryn, you can't draw your sword in front of the princess."
He was about to draw his sword at every turn, Jaime felt that he called Gryn little Wildling, and indeed he was right.
The maids in the flower hall slowed down for a moment and then exclaimed.
Myrcella, with a stern face, ordered the maids to be quiet, and the flower hall finally returned to calm.
Myrcella's clear blue eyes glanced around his maids, with warning in his eyes.
The maids subconsciously slowed down their breathing.
Myrcella stepped forward and said to Gryn, "Lord Gryn, thank you for your protectiveness, but I believe Sister Agnes has no malicious intentions."
Myrcella's behavior as a princess is impeccable.
Gryn restrained his murderous aura. "Next time you dare, I will hang your head on the city gate."
Sister Agnes said in shock, "You, you, I am Seven's nun, you are blaspheming Seven."
Gryn's murderous aura, which had been suppressed, resurfaced again. "I hope you can give it a try and take a bet on whether I dare."
Sister Agnes clearly felt that the young baron opposite was definitely not just talking, and said with trembling teeth, "I..."
"That's enough, Sister Agnes!"
Myrcella's childish voice interrupted Sister Agnes who was about to speak.
Sister Agnes glanced at Princess Myrcella, quickly lowered his head, took a few steps back, and stood with the maids.
"Lord Gryn, I believe there won't be another time."
Gryn glanced at Jaime beside him, took his hand away from the handle of the sword, and said respectfully, "Your Highness, please forgive me for being rash and disturbing your interest."
Myrcella shook his face. "Lord Gryn, you are an upright and loyal knight!"
After Myrcella finished speaking, Jaime's face turned dark again.
Crackclaw Point, Mermaid Harbor.
The sun shines on the calm sea, the breeze blows, and the waves sparkle.
The Black Bess battleship slowly docked at the dock of Mermaid Harbor.
Master of Ships Stannis·Baratheon Duke stood on the deck of Black Bess's bow with a tense face, staring at Mermaid Harbor which already had a hint of prosperity.
Stannis·Baratheon The Duke is tall and has broad shoulders. His skin has been exposed to the scorching sun for a long time and seems to be as hard as iron.
Duke Stannis·Baratheon, who is only thirty-three years old this year, has only a row of thin black hair on his head, and his beard is trimmed short and neatly, covering his square chin and cheeks.