Stannis was silent for a while and said, "Send someone to investigate and let me know what he did at King's Landing."
Davos nods his head to order.
Stannis asked again, "Can he work for me?"
Davos's footsteps paused for a moment, and then returned to normal. "Lord Stannis, the young baron may not understand you yet."
Stannis glanced at Davos with sharp eyes. "Don't understand?"
Davos nodded slightly. "If he understands your noble qualities, Lord Gryn will definitely seek refuge with you, not Queen who was born in Lannister. Lannister's wealth can easily blind a young man's eyes. I have to say that you have lost the opportunity."
Stannis snorted coldly, "Gold Dragon cannot buy loyalty."
Davos agreed, "Lord Stannis, Lord Gryn's political skills and military capabilities are excellent, which is rare. He deserves your patience."
King's Landing, Hook Alley, Gryn study room.
Gryn's plan met expectations, and soon Gryn successfully resigned to Princess Messiah and returned to Hook Alley's house.
Gryn is staring at a large map spread out on the table.
This is a map marked with the route from King's Landing to Kingswood. It also details the location of the hotel where the Kingswood Hunt team will stay overnight along the way.
The Kingswood Hunt team is an event held for the Crownlands ladies. They all ride in carriages, and their endurance must be taken into account, so the speed of the team cannot be based on the marching speed of the army. The journey of Kingswood Hunt takes a total of five days and four nights.
Gryn roughly calculated the distance on the map, and the four hotels were exactly distributed according to the marching distance of four nights.
Kingswood Hunt is a royal event held every two years starting from the Targaryen Dynasty period.
Gryn speculates that this route has formed a stable market, and the four hotels where the Kingswood Hunt team will be stationed are the products of this market.
Gryn pinched his chin. There were routines, and the trivial details were all handled by an experienced person in charge. His main job was to ensure the safety of the Kingswood Hunt team. It seemed that his job was not as tiring as he imagined.
Gryn's slender finger pointed at the location of Kingswood on the map.
After arriving at the destination of Kingswood Hunt, the entire team set up camp until the Kingswood Hunt event, which lasted for seven days, was over.
Gryn seems to have found its way into using Gold Dragon.
As evening approached, Gryn, who had finished arranging the chores, just took a breath, and Lancel·Lannister, whose cheeks were a little red and swollen, suddenly came over.
"Lancel, what's wrong with your face?"
Lancel was about to laugh, but he gasped with a hiss, "It's Prince Joffrey. I left Red Keep as soon as the luncheon was over, and he sent someone to call me back, saying that he wanted me to teach swordsmanship."
Gryn's body leaned back slightly towards the back of the chair, and his tone was doubtful. "Is it my imagination? I see you are in good condition?"
Lancel saw Gryn's attendant filling up the wine. He first reached for the wine glass and took a sip, and then said, "Prince Joffrey summoned me, but I couldn't refuse it. I couldn't find cousin Tyrion in a short period of time, so I had to go over, but..."
Pausing for a while with a grimace, Lancel continued, "After seeing Prince Joffrey... I don't want to talk about this, I want to forget about it."
Gryn nodded slightly. "The focus is on the back, right? What about the back?"
Lancel's tone became excited and he said, "Fortunately, cousin Cersei showed up in time and happened to meet us."
Gryn said nothing, but stretched out his hand to signal Lancel to continue speaking.
"Cersei cousin noticed the injury on my face and compensated me."
Gryn showed a puzzled expression at the right time. "Oh?"
"As soon as King Robert comes back, I have to serve as King's Squire. As you know, Kingswood Hunt is an event organized by Queen. The king will not participate, so I can only miss this Kingswood Hunt.
Cersei's cousin saw that I was injured by Prince Joffrey. As compensation, she has promised to help, so that I can take up the post King's Squire after I come back from participating in Kingswood Hunt."
Perhaps due to his personality, Gryn has never been able to empathize with Lancel in his enthusiasm for such aristocratic activities.
Without waiting for Gryn's reaction, Lancel said excitedly, "What a rare opportunity, only when you are Kingswood Hunt can you see all the ladies of Crownlands at once!
The golden armor I brought from Westerlands is finally put to use. I have imagined countless times wearing my golden armor and meeting a beautiful and elegant lady in the lush Kingswood."
Gryn raised his face and smiled, "I wish your sweet dream a good outcome."
Because of the injury on his face, Lancel didn't dare to laugh, so he could only chuckle, which made his laughter sound very vulgar.
Gryn asked, "Did you come to me specifically to share your good news?"
Lancel's body leaned forward slightly. "Do you still lack guards here?"
Gryn's thoughts changed and he understood Lancel's purpose. "Lancel, might your encounter be too fast?"
Lancel smiled sheepishly, "Aha, you saw it!"
Gryn shrugged. "It's not difficult."
Gryn said with a hint of seriousness in his tone, "Lancel, regarding your marriage, I think your father must have made arrangements. As your friend, I would like to advise you to pay attention to your standards and protect yourself. Your surname can easily be used by people with malicious intentions."
Lancel's eyes were stunned for a while, then he said, "Lord Gryn, what if I..."
Before Lancel could finish speaking, Gryn interrupted directly, "I guarantee you will be miserable."
Lancel is at the age when he is dreaming about beautiful love, but he still asks a little unwillingly, "How miserable can it be?"
"You don't want to know."
In reply, Gryn sighed lightly, stood up from the chair, approached Lancel, patted the somewhat depressed Lancel and said, "Lancel, it is also for the sake of the family. Only when your mind is empty can you control your emotions."
If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.
Although Gryn was comforting Lancel, it seemed that he was also talking to himself.
Lancel raised his head and looked at Gryn with his big eyes.
Lancel's occasional actions always made Gryn tremble secretly. Gryn calmly distanced himself. "Lancel, stop being depressed and think of something pleasant. Maybe Seven, his old man, has already arranged everything for you."
Tyrion likes to call "Seven his old man", and Gryn is inevitably influenced by Tyrion.