At that moment, the eagle was nothing more than ordinary prey. When the squire brought it before him, Gryn merely gave it a brief glance before rewarding it to the Khal leader who had shouted the loudest.
Not long after the party set out, Priest Moqorro entered the king's carriage.
"Your Majesty."
Priest Moqorro bowed. Leaning back in his chair, Gryn gestured for him to sit beside him.
Leo Tyrell brought over a goblet. Gryn took a small sip of Summer Wine and asked calmly, "Moqorro, do you know anything about the Greenseers of Westerosi legend?"
Moqorro's skin was as black as tar, while tattoos in patterns of crimson flame covered his cheeks and forehead. After a moment's thought, he answered respectfully, "I heard the title from the High Priest. According to legend, among the Children of the Forest, wise men who possessed mysterious powers were honored as Greenseers. They could command nature, peer into the past, and foresee the future."
Though he concealed it well, he could not entirely hide the disdain in his expression when he mentioned "foresee the future."
"I just shot down an eagle."
"Yes, Your Majesty, your arrow was extraordinary..."
Hearing Moqorro's flattery, Gryn shook his head and said directly, "It was looking for me. It was watching me from the sky."
Priest Moqorro was slightly startled. "The eagle was watching you?"
Gryn gave a small nod. "Ever since I was young, I've been sensitive to other people's gaze. My mother said I was a born hunter."
Moqorro did not doubt Gryn's words. As King of the Seven Kingdoms, there was no need for him to tell such a lie. On the contrary, Moqorro felt faintly excited to have heard this secret—it meant that he had at least gained the king's initial trust.
Gryn took