Rustle, rustle, rustle—
The candlelight swayed gently. In the silent room, only the faint scratch of a pen tip moving across paper could be heard.
After a long while, Gryn finally set down his quill.
Then, he lowered his head to review what he had written.
Gryn was preparing for war at the Wall of the End.—
Once news of the White Walker invasion spread, the Seven Kingdoms would surely descend into turmoil, and Daenerys was the only one who could help Gryn stabilize the situation.
Gryn tapped his fingers against the tabletop.
Though the time had been short, Maester Al had diligently supplemented Daenerys's missing knowledge of what a ruler needed to master, and she herself had worked very hard (Chapter 276).
Before leaving King's Landing, Gryn and Daenerys had discussed the unrest they might face several times afterward—after each bout of passionate pleasure.
Armies, funds and provisions, old officials and new officials.
Gryn's gaze fell upon the parchment again. Aside from informing Daenerys that she should announce the White Walker invasion, what he had written expressed only his longing for her—and his trust.
He left everything to her judgment. He believed in her.
Thud.
After sealing it with wax, Gryn summoned Brienne of Tarth.
"Ser, send it out first thing tomorrow morning."
Princess Arianne, who had gone south to gather Dorne's forces, had only just entered Sunspear (Chapter 642). Before she could meet Prince Martell, she had already been confined for three full days.
It was still that excessively comfortable mansion, exactly the same as last time (Chapter 462).
The maidservants had all been driven out. After stepping from the bath, Arianne casually dried herself and lay down on a chaise lounge to rest.
Before closing her eyes, Arianne still sneered at her father's utterly unoriginal methods.
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