Petyr took a sip of Summer Wine, put down the glass, and said, "Lord Gryn, I was full of ambitions when I was entrusted by Lord Jon to Master of Coin. But when I actually joined Small Council, I realized that I could only choose to be wise and protect myself."
After a pause, Petyr said, "His Majesty's younger brother, Master of Laws Lord Renly, is keen on dressing up. The amount of Gold Dragon he spends on clothes, I'm afraid even His Highness Queen can't compare to.
Lord Commander of the Kingsguard Ser Barristan Selmy loves his honor, Small Council Advisor Pycelle Grand Maester only cares about cherishing his hard-won position, Master of Whisperers Varys... Only the Gods knows what he is thinking. And..."
Petyr almost forgot Stannis·Baratheon, whose presence is weak.
"Master of Ships Lord Stannis, he will only be willing to return to Small Council unless he sends all the daughters of King's Landing into the sea."
Gryn smiled and shook his head, "It does sound a bit bad, but Small Council has a charming charm, and many people are flocking to Small Council's seat."
Small Council is the highest authority in the kingdom's government affairs. It is an important advisor who assists the king in handling the kingdom's government affairs and is responsible for providing advice and consultation to the king from their respective professional perspectives.
The appointment and dismissal of Small Council members is decided by the king himself. Small Council takes orders directly from the king. When the king is absent, Hand of the King acts as his authority. When the king is a minor, the regent acts as king.
Due to the tradition of worshiping the number seven brought by the Seven faith brought by Andals, there are usually seven members of the meeting, and their powers are: Hand of the King, Grand Maester, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, Master of Laws, Master of Coin, Master of Ships, Master of Whisperers.
Petyr shrugged and said, "The interests of the family are higher than the interests of the kingdom."
Gryn was moved by Petyr's sincere words on the surface, but in his heart he only regarded his words as reference material.
Gryn's brown eyes trembled slightly. "Now I understand why Hand Jon Arryn didn't get better. He collapsed from exhaustion."
Petyr pressed his back against the back of the chair and sighed softly before saying, "Lord Jon has been silently bearing the heavy responsibilities of the kingdom for a long time. His broad shoulders were almost overwhelmed by the kingdom's important affairs and other worries.
Especially his son, Robert·Arryn's body has always been thin and weak. Lady Arryn is worried about this all day long and almost dare not let him out of sight.
I don't think even a strong person can bear such internal and external pressure, not to mention that Lord Jon is no longer young, so it is not surprising that he is exhausted both physically and mentally."
Lord Jon is indeed a person worthy of admiration, but for Gryn, he cannot like this person, especially after being stared at by him all the time.
It's not about right or wrong, it's about opposition of positions.
Jon·Arryn represents the position of the Kingdom and Vale, Gryn·Crabb represents the position of Crackclaw Point.
After Usurper's War, the Vale nobles headed by Lord Jon suppressed Crackclaw Point for more than ten years. The accumulated hatred between the two places can be said to be unsolvable without bloodshed.
Vale and Crackclaw Point are still geographical neighbors.
It would be okay if Crackclaw Point had been weak, but Lord Jon is already old and weak, and Crackclaw Point's forces are being integrated step by step by Gryn's House Crabb. As time goes by, it will not be a surprise even if a war suddenly breaks out one day.
Gryn had a complicated smile, raised his glass and said, "For the health of the old Duke."
Petyr's gray-green eyes moved, he took a sip Summer Wine, raised the corners of his lips, and said, "Haah, I really hope Lord Jon is here, he will be moved by you."
Gryn spread his hands helplessly. "I just hope that the old Duke will stop paying attention to me. His love for me is too deep, and I can't repay him."
Petyr's eyes flashed. "It's difficult for the moment. I worked as a tax officer in Gulltown. Someone told me that a song from Crackclaw Point became a banned song there."
The topic between the two, Petyr, naturally moved from Small Council to Vale's Gulltown.
Gryn sneered and said, "It's very innocent. In fact, that song is pretty good."
Petyr shrugged. "I know them. They always think that Vale is the safest place in the whole Westeros, and they develop the habit of making fuss out of molehills."
Hearing this, Gryn's hand holding the wine glass stiffened for a moment, which made the elegant smile on Petyr's face deepen.
Petyr has confirmed Gryn's attitude towards Vale.
Through the information on paper, Petyr has already known about Crackclaw Point's hatred. This evening is just a further confirmation.
This is Petyr's way, he likes or is used to being foolproof.
"Conflicts will be resolved sooner or later."
After saying this, Petyr raised his wine glass very elegantly, gestured towards Gryn, and continued, "In the vast sea, the most dangerous thing is not the storm, but the danger of the human heart. Royal Fleet's appearance in the Essos city-state will be regarded as an invasion. Lord Gryn, you need a reliable Sea Mercenary Company now."
Gryn's eyes moved. "Sir Petyr, only by having real contact can I realize that you are loved by Well of Wisdom. This is one of the things that worries me the most."
"One of them?"
Petyr smiled and said, "It seems you are worried Cersei Queen...Lord Gryn, although we are just chess pieces in the eyes of the big shots, when you have value, you can be sold for a price. Regardless of appearance or fact, you are now entrusted with important tasks by King Robert and Hand Jon Arryn. The person who should be worried the most should not be you."
Gryn was stunned for a moment and said with emotion, "Sir Petyr, you have piercing eyes, please accept my sincere thanks."
After saying that, Gryn carefully caressed Petyr's chest and thanked her.
Petyr shook his head slightly and said, "Lord Gryn, we are friends. There is no need to thank friends for their kind words, and if you want to thank them, it is still early."
Seeing Gryn's confused look, Petyr raised the corners of his lips and said, "There is a small-scale Sea Mercenary Company. They own a sea ship and support themselves by escorting Vale merchant ships between Westeros and Essos."
I have heard of them a long time ago, and their reputation has always been good, but most of their members are from the North, and have been squeezed out by their peers in Vale, so they can only make ends meet.
Maybe it was because they couldn't survive, or these upright men had heard something. The Yankees were not afraid of the heat and actually planned to try their luck at Dorne. By chance, I learned about this..."
After a pause, Petyr spread his hands and continued, "I think Crackclaw Point does not lack the Warrior, but it lacks sailors, so I helped them get two more seagoing ships. Of course, I contacted them in your name, Lord Gryn."
Timely rain Petyr?
Gryn was suppressing excitement on his face, but in his heart he was lamenting Petyr's method of winning over people's hearts.
Flexible bottom line, outstanding mind, and sufficient ambition...Gryn secretly raised the level of danger to Petyr by one level.
[That year Summer, Gryn with his hands in his pockets, looking around... met an opponent]
Gryn had to stand up and spread his arms towards Petyr, his tone full of gratitude. "Sir Petyr, thank you for your generosity, Crabb will bear it in my heart."
"You're welcome, it's a gift to celebrate your promotion to the title."
Petyr also spread his hands, embraced Gryn, and patted Gryn's back a few times.
After sitting down again, Petyr crossed his legs and leaned on the back of the chair. "Soon, I will see them in your Mermaid Harbor. The upright Yankees are working day and night to serve you."
There is no unreasonable kindness in Game of Thrones, let alone the always shrewd Petyr.
What will be the purpose of Petyr·Baelish?
A smile appeared on Vale...Gryn's face and said, "Sir Petyr, thank you again. Now I have nothing to worry about."
Dong Dong Dong, after knocking on the door, two the Maiden entered the room.
One has red hair and blue eyes, the other has blond hair and blue eyes.
Her milky skin and voluptuous figure are even more charming under the candlelight.
Petyr blinked one eye, pointed at the blond the Maiden, and said to Gryn, "Lord Gryn, you still need the encouragement of a beauty, tonight is the night of no return."
It turned out that Petyr liked this, and Gryn understood Petyr in an instant.
Gryn looked up and smiled... well, this can be regarded as a victory in disguise.
King's Landing Night, New Crabb Residence.
"Only here is the light."
The door to the study room was pushed open, and Tyrion·Lannister stepped in.
Samwell, who was immersed in books, heard the noise, raised his head from the book and looked at the door.
The door opened, and he seemed to hear human voices... but found no human figures.
Samwell shuddered, with a look of fear on his face.
"Fat boy, look down, you've offended me."
Samwell came back to his senses and quickly looked in the direction of the sound.
Samwell and Tyrion, their eyes collided.
Samwell got excited, stood up quickly, nodded awkwardly and apologized. "Good night, Lord Tyrion, I... I didn't mean to offend."
Tyrion ignored Samwell, climbed onto the chair and sat down, turned his eyes and opened the books here, saying, "What are you reading?"
Samwell replied cautiously, "It's a book about dragons."
Tyrion said with great interest, "Samwell, you also like dragons? Also, sit down for me. I don't like the darkness. Your body blocks the candlelight."
"Sorry, my lord."
There was a thud, and Samwell sat down in a hurry.
"Crabb Territory pays attention to bows and arrows. I do it for research... The book says that the keel is black because of its high iron content, so the keel is as hard as iron. But it is also extremely light and tough. A bow made of keel can easily exceed the range of a wooden bow."
Tyrion listened patiently and said, "It seems that you have found your own way, the eldest son of the famous general Randyll?"
Samwell moved his lips and lowered his head silently.
"My question seems to have affected your mood. I'm sorry, Dwarf has never been very good at observing people's emotions. Dwarf's seniors who have always been juggling and performing arts all dress casually and speak freely. I am not an outlier."
Tyrion's words made Samwell smile shyly.
Tyrion nodded with satisfaction. "You are very good, you can understand my humor. The whole King's Landing, in addition to Gryn, there is another you."
Samwell scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.
Tyrion grinned and said, "Randyll·House Tarly Earl's eldest son?"
There was a hint of sadness on Samwell's face. "Master Tyrion, I am the son of Randyll·House Tarly Earl. He... doesn't like me, and I have left there."
Tyrion shrugged and said, "Another poor guy who doesn't get his father's love."
Samwell understood the meaning of Tyrion's words and said doubtfully, "I'm sorry, I can't imagine how sad you are."
Tyrion laughed, "Samwell, you have a smart brain, I like you."
Samwell smiled shyly.
Tyrion supported his body with one hand, stretched out most of his body from the chair, and pulled the open book over with the other hand. "Dragon is an interesting knowledge. When I was your age, I often dreamed of having my own dragon one day... What do you mean by your eyes? Have you never had such a dream?"
Samwell admitted honestly. "There was, but there are no dragons in the world anymore."
"Have you realized the cruel truth so early? I have deceived myself for at least many years."
"You might prefer dragons."
"Ah ha, so you don't want to be shattered?"
Tyrion shook his head and said, "I like dragons because as long as I can ride on the dragon's back, even a stunted, deformed and twisted ugly little boy can look down on the world. A bad childhood..."
Tyrion seemed to be reminiscing, and his tone was cold and emotionless. "When I was a child, I often hid in the tunnel deep in Casterly Rock and lit a fire. Looking at the blazing flames, I fantasized that it was the fire breathed out by the dragon. Occasionally, I would fantasize... I am still not sure if I am his biological father who was burned to death by the dragon, and sometimes it was my sister."
Tyrion, who had his head slightly lowered, quietly raised his eyes and glanced at Samwell, who looked frightened, and couldn't help laughing.
"If Gryn hears this, he will seriously advise me to act instead of being tempted, haha."
Tyrion's humor frightened him...Samwell wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand.
Tyrion laughed for a while, calmed down his smile, and his tone became serious. "For me, these things are in the past and can no longer hurt me, so now I can use them as jokes. Samwell, please remember, dare to face the past and dare to choose the future, these are your life's help."
After saying that, Tyrion jumped down from the chair neatly, reached out and patted Samwell's... knees, hummed a warm tune popular by King's Landing, turned around and walked away.
Tyrion's kind words before leaving seemed to hit the deepest part of Samwell's heart, making him deeply shaken.
Samwell looked at Tyrion's young figure. The candlelight stretched his shadow very long.
Samwell's vision was dazed for a moment, and he seemed to have seen a Giants.
Free Cities, Pentos, Governor's mansion.
Daenerys·Targaryen's maid is still dead.
Maester of Magister Illyrio told Daenerys that her maid had injured her internal organs and could not be treated.
The grief-stricken Daenerys had a nightmare all night long.
"You woke up Wake the Dragon!"
In the dream, there was not even a piece of cloth on Daenerys's body. Viserys took action again, twisting his face and punching and kicking her.
Daenerys was so scared that she didn't know what to do. She wanted to run away from Viserys, but her body didn't obey her orders.
Daenerys's thighs were covered in blood, and she was moaning with her eyes closed. She heard a ferocious tearing, followed by a majestic crackle of fire, as if someone was responding to her.
Daenerys opened his eyes and saw that Viserys was gone. Huge pillars of fire were rising all around, and there was a giant dragon in the middle of the pillars of fire.
The giant dragon slowly turned its head, and she woke up the moment the pair of giant eyes like lava collided with Daenerys's eyes.
When he woke up, Daenerys was shaking all over and sweating profusely.
Daenerys's cheeks turned red by Viserys, coupled with her embarrassed figure, forced Magister Illyrio to postpone her wedding plan.
Magister Illyrio is a businessman who specializes in spices, gems and dragon bones, as well as other shady activities.
He has traveled extensively, not only throughout the nine Free Cities, but also as far away as Weiss Dothraki in the east, as well as the legendary places along the Jade Sea.
Rumor has it that he would be happy to sell out to any of his friends as long as they offered a price.
Magister Illyrio commented. "King Viserys, your sister must at least look like a princess."
Viserys said loudly, "Of course she is a princess, she is Princess Dragonstone, a real princess."
Magister Illyrio explained patiently, "Your Majesty, you need an army. What you need now is Princess Daenerys, not a poor little girl. People in the world are accustomed to using their eyes to evaluate the value of items."
Viserys finally listened.
Although Viserys cannot leave scars on Daenerys, he has other ways.
"Get rid of the hunchback habit and raise your head and chest."
Viserys stretched out his hand to push Daenerys's shoulders back, and slowly passed his fingers over various parts of Daenerys.
"My sister, don't make a fool of yourself in the future. If something goes wrong... you don't want to wake up Wake the Dragon, right?"
Viserys's slightly twisted smile made Daenerys tremble unconsciously.
Viserys's fingers pinched tighter and tighter. Daenerys was in unbearable pain even though he was separated by his coat.
"Do you know?"
"Well, I know... got it..."
Viserys then showed a satisfied look and caressed Daenerys's silver hair lovingly. "When I log back into Iron Throne one day, I will never forget your contribution."
Iron Throne... that piece of land is located on the opposite bank of the Narrow Sea. My brother always claims that Westeros, which she has never seen before, belongs to them.
The names in his mouth: Casterly Rock, Eyrie, Highgarden, Vale of Arryn, Dorne, etc., to Daenerys are just a patchwork of words.
Because of Usurper's War, when they were forced to flee King's Landing, Viserys was still an eight-year-old boy, and Daenerys was still comfortably in her mother's pregnancy.
Daenerys only vaguely remembers Sir William·Darry. He was a burly gray-bearded man. Even though he was half-blind later, he could still roar and give orders from the hospital bed.
The servants were very afraid of Sir William·Darry, but he was always kind and kind to Daenerys. His hands were as soft as leather, and he called her little princess.
At that time, they lived in Braavos, a house with a red door. Dany had his own room, and there was a lemon tree outside the bedroom window.
After the death of Ser William, who suffered from illness day and night, the servants stole all the little money they had left, and not long after, they were expelled from the spacious red house.
When the red door was closed for them forever, Daenerys could no longer hold back her tears.
Daenerys feels that that is her home.