Daenerys was still unaccustomed to listening to "slanderous counsel," while her husband had always handled such things with effortless ease.
A king could not have only one kind of person at his side. Those were Gryn's exact words.
Perhaps, with only the slightest hint from her now, this Grand Maester would be more than willing to gather all sorts of evidence against Viscount Tyrell.
At this moment, Daenerys understood Gryn's maxim more deeply than ever.
Yet the realm needed stability now.
Moreover, Daenerys would not readily believe Pycelle's slanderous words.
But regardless of his motives, the loyalty he displayed deserved recognition. Gryn had taught her that as well.
"Thank you for your selfless counsel."
A trace of gratification appeared in Daenerys's eyes. "Old Maester, with you here, I am greatly reassured."
Upon hearing this, Pycelle became immensely excited, his voice even choking slightly. "Your Grace, I am merely fulfilling my duty..."
Yet he maintained the expression of the realm's most loyal servant for quite some time, only to hear no further words from Daenerys.
Pycelle secretly glanced at the queen, only to meet her violet eyes, which seemed to be smiling yet not smiling. It made him inexplicably nervous.
Pycelle's courtly experience was extensive. After probing a few times without giving up, he wisely took his leave on his own initiative.
Once Pycelle's shuffling figure had disappeared, Daenerys let out a soft breath, then smiled to herself.
Imitating Gryn had become more than study—it had also become an occasional amusement for her.
As for Willas Tyrell, the Red Keep's ravens would keep watch over his every move.
Ravens (Chapter 243, thanks to Mr. Fat for the suggestion) referred to the intelligence organization secretly established by Gryn. It answered directly to the royal family, and Leyton was the leader of the