Avengers

Was that really so?!

As Daenerys Targaryen's words fell, the air inside the tent seemed to freeze.

The oppressive silence lasted only a few seconds before Grand Maester Pycelle, astonishingly nimble for his age, dropped to his knees before them and cried aloud, "The Gods be praised! Your Highnesses, your union is fate's design. You will surely lead our realm into an era of unprecedented glory and prosperity! Pycelle will devote every scrap of his wisdom and every ounce of his strength, without reservation, to Princess Daenerys and His Highness Gryn! Long live House Targaryen! Long live House Crabb!"

Pycelle's blessings were exceedingly sincere, drawing a smile from Daenerys.

Ever since entering the Seven Kingdoms, the Targaryen princess had been striving to grow... At this moment, she somewhat understood why Gryn continued to "value and trust" the old maester.

Lord Gyles Rosby, who had been playing the part of a statue all along, hurried to Pycelle's side and said earnestly, "The union of Princess Daenerys and His Highness Gryn... cough, cough, cough... is truly a blessing for the realm, glad tidings bestowed upon us by the Seven. Rosby offers its most heartfelt blessings. May the future of Your Highnesses shine like the brilliant stars."

Although Margaery had previously guessed the true identity of Gryn's fiancée, witnessing this moment with her own eyes still left Hand Mace stunned.

Seeing his liege staring blankly at Princess Arianne as she offered her blessings, Lord Mathis could not help avoiding everyone's gaze as he discreetly nudged the Pufferfish Lord beside him.

Hand Mace immediately came back to himself, and his reaction was surprisingly swift. He let out a hearty laugh that drew everyone's attention.

Opening his arms, he said as he walked forward, "Lord Regent Gryn, congratulations."

Hand Mace first embraced Gryn, then turned