The war between the living and the dead would initially involve more than a hundred thousand soldiers, and its preparations were immensely complex.
After nearly half a day of discussion, even Gryn felt tired, let alone the pampered Lord of Highgarden.
Gryn ended the meeting at an appropriate moment. After issuing their resolutions to the royal advisory council, he invited Hand of the King Mace to dine with him.
Hand of the King Mace was instantly rejuvenated. He truly enjoyed discussing war with Gryn, because Gryn was the only person in the Seven Kingdoms who understood his art.
Dinner offered the most relaxed atmosphere, which was perfect—he had recently gained deeper insights and understanding into the art of war.
Hand of the King Mace narrowed his eyes and stroked his beard. Tonight, they could have a proper discussion.
Compared to a nimble tongue, Gryn was better at listening. When dinner ended, the slightly drunk Hand of the King Mace happily took his leave, while Gryn headed for his study and instructed a Kingsguard to bring in Stannis's daughter, who had been waiting.
The fireplace crackled. As Gryn watched the flickering flames, his hand paused slightly as he drank his red tea. He had noticed a small problem.
It seemed that he always met potential hidden avengers at night?
Pulling his slightly wandering thoughts back, King Gryn let out a soft breath. Robert and Tywin had opened Westeros's version of Pandora's—
box. His responsibility now was to close it and restore the traditional honor of the Seven Kingdoms.
Gryn rubbed his brow wearily. He realized that, ever since receiving news of Dany's pregnancy, he had become increasingly devoted to forging the Seven Kingdoms and concerned about the future.
Even the naturally cautious King Gryn worried that the bloodlines of these enemies'