14 14. Reaction

{Kings Landing}

Varys looked at the parchment he just received from one of his little birds and after reading it he frowned, turned around, and threw it in the fireplace. The news was from Iron Islands, the Iron Born are building battleships rapidly and gathering almost all the reavers. It's quite worrying that after only 7 years of peace, there's a smell of war in the realm.

He repeatedly warned lord Hand about it, but the hand himself is quite busy and the small council regards these things as nothing but his paranoia.

The king doesn't care about the realm, he is doing nothing but emptying the royal treasury by drinking, whoring, and throwing tourneys. And he can see that realm is suffering, even at the time of the reign of the mad king the realm was in a good state and only nobles suffered.

But now this city which was hailed as the richest and largest trade point of Westeros is slowly decaying, it's starting to smell like shit in the air. All seven kingdoms are scattering and growing distant from the Iron Throne.

He now understands why only the Targaryens were capable of holding the seven kingdoms together. But now there are only two Targaryens left in this world and one of them is already showing some signs of madness. He sighed and looked outside the window at the city.

This realm needs a capable king and he doesn't think that the crown prince is capable in any sense. He can see the madness in Joffrey's eyes even at this young age, he likes that everyone wants to please him, and he enjoys inflicting pain on others.

And He doesn't think that these are good signs in the slightest. His thoughts were broken by a knock on the door.

"come in" he called.

The door opened and a man with average height, a thin body short hair, and with luxurious attire came in. He had an annoying smirk on his face which matched the mockingbird pin on his chest as if mocking everyone.

"Lord Varys"

"Pytr Baelish, what can I do for you."

"It will be Lord Baelish soon as I will be appointed as Master of Coin. I came here just to meet you and get to know you as we will serve Iron Throne together in the future." He said as he sat down and poured wine for himself.

He sipped the wine and said "What does Master of Whispers think about the legitimization of this bastard Jon Snow? Don't you think it's quite interesting that no one knows about his mother, I heard some rumors that say that Ashara Dayne was his mother. And you are Master of Whispers so I thought you should know these things."

" Well that's quite a mystery and no one paid attention to a bastard in that time of chaos and why do you care so much about him, well I also heard some nonsensical rumors; that he is Brandon Stark's son. speaking of Brandon I heard that he beat you in a dual and left you with quite a scar." Varys calmly said.

Baelish's smile faltered but he quickly regained his composure and said "I also heard that lord Varys has some rich friends across the narrow sea, what was his name again... hm.. yeah Magister Illyrio Mopatis." he said with a smirk.

There was a silence; and seeing that Varys hasn't spoken, he was about to speak but before that Varys interrupted him and said "well I also heard that 'lord' Baelish is quite a good friend of Lord hand's wife Lysa Arryn who looks similar to Catelyn Stark."

When Baelish heard it, his expression turned ugly, he got up and said " I have work to do, please excuse me" after that he exited the room.

Varys sighed and shook his head as he knew that he has to deal with another trouble every day.

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{Riverrun}

*Bang* "damn it" Hoster Tully looked at the letter he received from his daughter Catelyn.

"I should have killed that boy. When Ned Stark came with the bastard in his arm I didn't care much about it at that time, I thought 'all men have bastards' even if the man was as honorable as him. But then he brought him up in Winterfell, he eats with Robb, he is taught like a Lord's child and now he is legitimized and is a threat to my daughter's children. I will get that boy assassinated" ..cough..cough*

"Calm down father we can't kill that boy and you should not raise your emotions, you are not in good health, master said you should take a rest," said Edmure Tully

Hoster looked at his son and angrily said "What rest! I know my body well, and why are you not angry, you were the one who was most angry when Ned Stark brought that bastard."

Edmure sighed and said "I don't know but Cat said that she prayed to the seven for that boy"

"The Seven be damned *cough ..cough.."

"Brother you should go rest and don't worry about anything, anyway Royal decree clearly mentioned that the boy is not in the line of an heir before any of Cat's children. I will ride for Winterfell and reach there before Robb's name day and see the boy." Blackfish said as he helped Hoster Tully to his room.

Edmure Tully was left alone in the room, he looked at the crumbled letter and sighed.