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A cool breeze rushed toward him, leaving Gryn's black hair slightly disheveled. "Thank you for the compliment, my lady. If it helps you recover sooner, I will listen."

With her hands folded beneath her abdomen, Little Rose's fingertips twitched slightly. After a moment, her rose-colored lips parted. "First Crackclaw Point, then the Vale, the Riverlands, the Stormlands... and I imagine the Westerlands as well. Is this vast expanse of land your final domain of rule?"

Her lips moved as she let out a soft sigh. "It seems the lands you call the old Crownlands must be included as well."

Gryn gave a slight shrug but said nothing.

After a stretch of silence, Margaery's brown eyes shifted as she continued, "Intentionally or not, Cersei Lannister aided your path of conquest. And in consideration of the favor she once showed you, you sent the children born of her incest to The Whispers for protection."

Her gaze turned toward him. "Then, amid everyone's lavish praise, you proclaimed... that the Daenerys Targaryen princess, who had been stranded abroad, had been brought back for the kingdom that had lost its king."

She stared at him with her clear, moist eyes for a while before speaking. "Will the Seven Kingdoms next witness the birth of a new king, Gryn... Your Grace?"

Afterward, she raised her face toward the deep-blue sky. A long while passed before her eyes reddened slightly, and she murmured in a trembling voice, "Is this what it feels like to wake completely from a beautiful dream...?"

By the time she came back to herself, Gryn was already standing beside her, his right hand resting on her soft shoulder. "I will consider fulfilling House Tyrell's dream, for your sake, Margaery."

Little Rose turned her face slightly, lifting her doe-like eyes toward him. After