Gryn's Strategy

"You seem to have recovered quite well."

At night, the candlelight on the candelabrum flickered, casting shadows that clawed and danced across the walls.

Asha Greyjoy stood before the table with her hands behind her back. Gryn gave her a faint smile.

"Thank you for your care. I can never repay you, Your Majesty."

Clearly, restrained anger colored Asha's voice.

Leaning back in his chair, Gryn gave her a brief look and said calmly, "Lady Asha seems to harbor some resentment?"

At his words, Asha's full breasts rose and fell several times. At last, she turned her face away and forced out the words, "I would not dare."

"I thought you would be immensely grateful to me. It seems I was mistaken."

Though she understood perfectly well that she had become a discarded pawn and that the wise course was to endure in silence, Gryn's incessant mockery was more than she could bear!

She clenched her fist and retorted sarcastically, "Yes, I am indeed so very grateful to you. The greatest mistake of my life was trusting you!"

One of Gryn's brows lifted slightly, but his tone remained calm. "If I remember correctly, Crow's Eye is dead, and the transaction between us has already concluded."

"The transaction has concluded?!"

Her lips moved as Asha glared at him, fury blazing in her eyes. "So that gives you the right to confine a former trading partner like a prisoner? What a just king you are!"

"Now that Crow's Eye is dead, the close relationship between the Greyjoy siblings will naturally change."

Gryn pointed at the ebony chair before the table. "Please, sit."

Then he added, "As your king, I cannot simply stand by and watch you siblings tear each other apart."

The moment his words fell, Asha, who had just sat down,