Chapter 12

King's Landing

Varys the Spider they called him, the Master of Whisperers was the position which he held in the Small Council. Varys was an enigma, a most mysterious man. People say his secrets have secrets, and even those have secrets as well.

Deeply ingrained into the Spy Network across Westeros and even Essos, unknown to most, the man was one of the most powerful individual currently in the Seven Kingdoms, and that power came from information alone. Lord Varys had access to the deepest secrets, the most dangerous knowledge there is to know.

No one really knew where his true allegiance lay, even the King; but Robert could not afford to lose Varys to anyone else. He rather preferred for the 'devil' to work under him than against him. Jon Arryn had supported this, and approved Robert's decision to keep the man as Master of Whisperers.

The Spymaster was currently enjoying a nice walk in the gardens of the Red Keep. Wearing his usual bright colored silk-robes, the man took quick, short steps to his destination. Reaching a secluded part of the garden, where tall trees lay, Varys made his way to the table, where a young woman had prepared wine and snacks for him.

Thanking the little bird, the Spymaster proceeded to sit, all by himself.

Unkown to everyone, The Bald Spy was having quite the dilemma.

Robert II Baratheon, the Prince was the cause of it.

The boy was a naturally Kind-Hearted and loving, but could be downright ruthless when the situation called for it. Although he always made it a point to never take it too far. Quite an admirable trait, but would only drag him down in the end.

He was also quite the reader; Varys' little birds had told him of how the Prince was always visiting the library, having two or three people carrying out massive books to his room, where he most probably devoured them.

Robin, as many people had taken to calling him, was also a stubborn brat. Varys recalled an incident about horse-riding, the Prince had gone against his mother's wishes and got his leg broken in the process. The boy was lucky that was all that he got, usually people got more than a broken leg when a horse fell atop them.

Varys had also seen the brutal training that the Prince put himself through and was thoroughly impressed by the boy's grit and determination. The boy was rough around the edges but if he was properly molded... he could be what the realm needed.

And therein lay the problem. Varys and his 'associates' already had another candidate in mind for the Iron throne.

Marriage, perhaps?

Varys chuckled to himself, that was ridiculous, Robert Baratheon would rather cut his own head off than let his son marry a Targaryen.

Perhaps..