Ruler 10

In the moonlight, Priest Moqorro's pitch-black face was hidden in shadow, making his expression impossible to discern.

He paused, moved his lips, and respectfully said, "It is all the will of the Lord of Light. I am merely the Lord of Light's humble servant, Your Grace."

"Priest Moqorro, I appreciate your candor."

With that, Gryn tipped his chin toward Ser Brienne.

Brienne immediately raised a hand in signal. Soon... dense footsteps came from every direction, and as their echoes gradually faded away, the training grounds once more fell silent.

After a while, Gryn slowly spoke. "Melisandre... is mysterious and difficult to control. That has made the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms deeply suspicious of the red priests from Essos."

"For a king, caution is a valuable virtue." Priest Moqorro paused, his tone growing even more earnest. "Please rest assured, Your Grace. Through my actions, I will earn back the trust of both you and the Seven Kingdoms."

"Indeed, trust."

Gryn nodded in agreement and shifted his gaze toward him. "If you encounter Melisandre in the Seven Kingdoms someday, what will you choose to do?"

"Every priest of the Temple of R'hllor comes to understand the will of the Lord of Light through fire. Yet different priests have their own interpretations. To prevent disputes or conflicts between priests, the High Priest advocates mutual respect among us."

As he spoke slowly, Priest Moqorro met Gryn's gaze with frankness. "But I can assure you that if Melisandre's actions prove unusual, I will do everything in my power to stop her."

"Very good. Since you are so sincere, I will give you my trust."

Gryn made a gesture and added, "Do not disappoint me."

Before long, footsteps approached from afar, and a tall, stout figure arrived before them.

"May you receive the blessing of