Gryn gazed into the distance again and paused. "—Once war breaks out, White Harbor as it is now will be far too important."
Hearing this, Hand Mace stroked his beard, his expression turning slightly grave. "Your Grace, you are worried that—"
"I am not worried."
Gryn turned and started walking. "However, we must be concerned about supplies for the battlefield. And we must remain vigilant."
Supplies—
Walking beside Gryn, Hand Mace considered for a moment before speaking. "Your Grace, at least regarding King's Landing—you may rest assured. Ser Garlan will soon take over the—sigh—administrative affairs Willas left behind."
As he spoke, the Pufferfish Lord could not help sighing to himself, heartbroken for his heir. How had a perfectly good carriage overturned (Chapter 695)? His eldest son had already needed a wheelchair to move about. When he received the news, he had nearly fainted and wanted to hang every attendant who had served his son!
After calming down—
Hand Mace had no choice but to urgently transfer his second son, Garlan Tyrell, from the siege of Brightwater Keep—where Ser Colin Florent had yet to surrender (Chapter 586)—to King's Landing, where he would take Willas's place as acting Master of Coin.
However, by law, a formal appointment required the king's approval—
Hand Mace rubbed his hands together and hesitated to speak. Just then, Gryn's gaze shifted toward him. "I believe Ser Garlan has the ability."
Gryn smiled faintly and added, "My Hand, you should also have faith in your son. He is Garlan the Gallant."
So touching. Gryn treated him far too well; Hand Mace felt a warm current flow through his heart—
Faced with the king's unwavering trust and regard, Hand Mace could only grin. "Your Grace, I guarantee that Garlan will fulfill his duties loyally."
Gryn nodded slightly. "Tell Garlan