Middle,"
Gryn, who had just changed into his night robe, paused slightly, then summoned Ser Brienne to put on her blue robe and black leather armor again.
The great undertaking of fighting the White Walkers could not be delayed. As King of the Seven Kingdoms, he ought to personally hear the intelligence Jaime had brought back.
Thus, at first light tomorrow, they could adjust the defenses of the Wall of the End according to the intelligence.
Kneeling on one knee, Ser Brienne fastened Lady Forlorn at Gryn's side. Her clear blue eyes lifted slightly. "Your Majesty, you barely ate any dinner—"
Gryn considered for a moment. "Pigeon pie, spiced stew... forget the latter, there isn't enough time. Oh, and bring a flagon of Summer Wine from my wine cabinet."
Those were all Jaime's usual favorites. Of course—what he loved most was the Westerlands nobles' pinnacle of extravagant cuisine—a lamprey pie, but there were no lampreys to be found at the edge of the world.
Naturally, the badly wounded Ser Jaime could not eat any of that. Gryn merely wanted to tempt him, encouraging that proud lion to recover quickly for the sake of good food.
It was not malicious amusement. His Majesty Gryn merely occasionally missed their former, less-than-pure friendship—
Before leaving the room, Gryn added, "Remember to reward the kitchen staff, Ser."
The closer one was to Gryn's side, the stricter the standards in every regard became, but the corresponding rewards also grew more generous. As captain of Gryn's guards, Ser Brienne knew this better than anyone.
"As you command, my king."
The candlelight flickered, casting mottled shadows across the walls.
"His Majesty Gryn I has arrived!"
Hearing the sound from the direction of the door, Ser Jaime, who had been lying half-reclined in bed lost in thought, took