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Illyrio Mopatis threw his goblet at the floor, tears running down his eyes as a black rage overtook him.
"What do you mean he's dead?!" He asked the messenger as he asked him to repeat the letter.
"It's true magister." A messenger said in a terrified tone as he pointed out the letter Illyrio had on hand.
I king Aerys, second of my name, have rooted out your spy Varys, he confessed under torture the fact that your wife Serra is a descendant of the traitor Daemon Blackfyre, and revealed your schemes to put your son Aegon on the throne.
I know of your little birds and how Varys uses them, and have my own repertoire of them now. They are everywhere, from The Wall all the way to Qarth and beyond. If you think you can play your spy masters game against me, feel free to try, but look at the head of your eunuch and find out the price of losing.
Instead I shall give you a better offer, I will let you live in peace as I do not believe in the taboo of kinslaying, you may even come and settle in Westeros should you choose, but let me warn you, should I continue hearing of your treasons, your heads and those of your family shall be next in this box, should you wage war and choose flee after my inevitable victory, I will hunt you all, from Lorath to Vaes Dothrak to darkest Asshai I will hunt you and your family down I will kill your wife, your infant child, and yourself last as you watch everything you ever loved die in front of you. I advise you to instead have mercy on your son and family, and choose peace, for I will show none should you choose war.
Regards,
Aerys, second of my name, king of the andals the rhyonar and the first men, lord of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm.
Illyrio crumpled the letter and looked down at the box he had, Varys head still inside it.
He shed a tear for his old friend. He looked at one of his servants. "Ready the household, we must change locations, away from the prying eyes of the dragons." He said in a determined tone.
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