SPIDERS

Hands office.

"I suffered a early mutilation myself and as some doors close others open in unexpected places " the spider stated while closing the hands office door. "if the wrong ears were to know what I am to tell you then off goes my head and then who will mourn a spider."

The hand looked up from his work "I've been here for a month and only now do you decide to speak"

"You are the kings hand and the king is a Fool. You're friend I know but a fool doomed to die unless you save him. I didn't trust you until my eyes watched you and determined that you are one of the few men of honor in the capital and I like to believe I am also one strange as it might seem."

" What sort of doom does the king face? "

"The same a Jon Arrin the tears of Lys they call it. Rare and costly it leaves no trace as to all it would seem like water. There was one boy all he had he owes to Jon Arrin it's a pity that when his life seemed to be going so nicely a mad dog killed him."

"Who would pay him. Jon Arrin was a man of peace and stability for the realm.

"Someone with deep pockets and because he started asking questions." Varys stood to leave glancing back to observe the hands thoughtful expression before exiting the rooms door.

Red keeps Dungeons

"He was lead to one bastard already and has the book. He will know the truth soon enough."

"And then what what will he do?"

"The gods alone know. They tried to kill his son and worse yet they botched it. The wolf and the lion will be at each other's throats and we will be at war soon."

"What good will war do for us now. We need time Khal Drogo will not make his move. He suspects our deception and has made moves of his own with that fool Viserys. It will take years at that point. If one hand can die why not another."

"Delay you say. Move faster I say. This is no longer a game for two players our plans must move will them." The two figures moved out of the dungeon unknowingly leaving behind the youngest stark daughter.

Throne Room

The spider spoke calmly as he entered." The first to arrive and the last to leave. I admire your industry."

Peter Baelish responded in kind "You look a bit lonely perhaps you should pay a visit to my brothel. First boy is on the house. All those birds that whisper in your ear are such pretty little things. Trust me we allow for all inclinations"

"Oh I'm sure. I heard lord Redwyne likes his boys very young. Is it true lord tumble stone prefers amputees. And I heard the most awful rumor about a certain lord with a taste for fresh bodys. It must be enormously difficult to find beautiful bodies before rot sets in. The logistics alone fills me with wonder."

"Strictly speaking such a thing would not be in accordance with the kings law"

"Strictly speaking" Varys started walking to the council room but was called back.

"I've often wondered if someone keeps your balls in a little box but? I suppose your little birds wouldn't know." There was a kind smile on little fingers face as he asked innocently.

"Yes your right I have no idea where they are and we had been so close. But enough about me. Last I saw you our Hand went to a Armory of course after a stroll in the gardens with yourself. Oh if only the Queen were to have a whisper that you were helping lord stark and pointing him towards the one who crippled his son"

"Oh yes we all have so much to descuss with lord Stark much like yourself this morning just before a certain jailor met with a foreign dignitarie. You wouldn't happen to have foreign friends after all you come from Lys don't you? But we're friends aren't we Lord Varys. So you can imagine my burden if the King questioned my friends sympathys towards fallen nobles. The King wo-"

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They were interrupted from there conversation by Renly Barathion entering and heading to the small council.

STAGS

Small council room.

The Whore is pregnant! Don't give her your sympathys. If it's a son then what. We've also received reports that idiot Viserys is going to have half a dozen bastards with savage whores then what. I want them all dead root and steam! You all your supposed to be advisers then advise this honorable fool!"

The small council proceeded to advise in there unique ways explain how the good of the realm is greater than the good of some innocent people far away. However the hand was having none of it he walked up to the table slamming his fist down.

" You will dishonor yourself with the blood of a girl a see away" He spoke calmly.

"Honor, Honor! I've got seven kingdoms to run. Seven! You think it's honor that keeps them in line, It's fear. Fear and blood!"

" I've followed you through two wars and never once did I doubt. But now... Now the Robert that I know is scared of rumors and a baby that's half a word away with an army whose horses can't run on water."

"Thats your advice. Do nothing! Nothing until our enemy's are on our doorstep! She dies alone with the begger king all those other whores he's fucked! Your my hand do as your king commands or I'll find one who will!"

"I'll have no part in this. I thought you were a better man." Lord stark said as he removed his broach and left to pack his things.

"I'M DONE WITH YOU! GO RUN BACK TO WINTERFELL! I'LL PUT YOUR HEAD ON A SPIKE AND I'LL PUT IT THERE MYSELF!

Several hours later in the Kings chambers

" Was it really worth it losing Ned stark in this way. Every child knows the Dothraki don't sail. They don't have discipline or armor and they don't have siege weapons. " The queen asked softly as she sat at the table.

"It's a neat trick you do you move your lips and your father's voice comes out. Let's say Viserys lands and we hold up in our castles it's a wise move only a fool would face Dothraki in the field. But then they go to the country stealing our food. Going from town to town killing every man who cans hide behind stone walls enslaving all our women and children. How long before the people choose viserys as the rightfull monarch over there cowardly king hiding in the castle."

"We still outnumber them."

The king held up a fist in one hand and five open fingers in the other. "One army a real army united behind one leader with one goal. And our goal died with the mad king now we are stuck with lots of small armies and everyone wants something different. Your father wants to own the world, Ned stark wants to run away and I want a good drink and a real good fight. The realm is all just backstabbing, Ass licking and money grubbing. Sometimes I don't know what holds it together. "

"Our marriage.".....Laughter erupted from both the king and queen at that.

"Seventeen years later we sit holding it all together with our hate. That's quite a long time how fucking exhausting." The king sighed as he sat down.

"Tell me what was she like? Before I never wanted to breath life into the dead by talking about her I was hopeful she would fade away for you but it never did. Then it was spite but that didn't mean anything to you. Besides what harm could her spirit do to us that we haven't done to each other a hundred times over. "

The king leaned in. "You want to know the horrible truth... I can't even remember what she looked like. Just that she was all I ever wanted and then she was taken from me. The seven kingdoms couldn't fill that hole in my heart. Not the wine not the Whores and not my hammer through the chest of the one who stole her from me.

"Was there ever a chance for us?"

"No" "Does that make you feel better or worse?"

"It doesn't make me feel anything."

FLOWERS

Renly Barathions chambers.

"You prefer me like this? If you wanted hairless you should of found a little boy." Ser Loras simply kept shaving Renly while comforting his lover. "My brother doesn't treat me like a man apparently anyone who hasn't gone to war is worth his respect. That seems to include you my knight of flowers who rides in money. How meany wars have you fought in. It's all I ever hear from my brothers. That I'm not though enough even in the tournament fights when the white knight knocked an eye out of someone I was to shocked to vomit. "

"You should of entered if you didn't know how to fight. I'm good at fighting because I work at it every day and you should to. So how did it end up will the Targaryen girl die? "

"Yes I swear whenever he talks about it the table rises six inches in what must be love."

"It's a pity he can't muster the same for his wife only her money. You know we could be like that I have an outrageous amount of money not like the Lanisters but more than you."

"Sigh Robert wants to take me hunting. All that work trekking through the mud and wilderness all because the king loves his killing. It's why he became king after all he was once really good at killing." Renly sighed in exasperation as he held up his arm to be shaved.

" You know who should be king... You. I'm serious my father could be your bank and I've never fought in a war but I'll fight for you. Even if your fourth in line where was Robert in the line of succession. Joffreys a little monster, Tommen is a little boy and Stannis is as likeable as a stick of wood. People love you because you are kind and willing to do what needs to be done but you don't gloat over it like your brothers because you don't love killing. You would be a wonderful king. "

FLOWERS

Renly Baratheon's chambers.

"You prefer me like this? If you wanted hairless, you should have found a little boy." Ser Loras simply kept shaving Renly while comforting his lover. "My brother doesn't treat me like a man; apparently, anyone who hasn't gone to war is worth his respect. That seems to include you, my knight of flowers who rides on money. How many wars have you fought in? It's all I ever hear from my brothers: that I'm not tough enough, even in the tournament fights when the White Knight knocked an eye out of someone. I was too shocked to vomit."

"You should have entered if you didn't know how to fight. I'm good at fighting because I work at it every day, and you should too. So how did it end up? Will the Targaryen girl die?"

"Yes, I swear, whenever he talks about it, the table rises six inches in what must be love."

"It's a pity he can't muster the same for his wife; only her money. You know we could be like that. I have an outrageous amount of money, not like the Lannisters, but more than you."

"Sigh. Robert wants to take me hunting. All that work trekking through the mud and wilderness, all because the king loves his killing. It's why he became king, after all; he was once really good at killing." Renly sighed in exasperation as he held up his arm to be shaved.

"You know who should be king? You. I'm serious. My father could be your bank, and I've never fought in a war, but I'll fight for you. Even if you're fourth in line, where was Robert in the line of succession? Joffrey's a little monster, Tommen is a little boy, and Stannis is as likable as a stick of wood. People love you because you are kind and willing to do what needs to be done, but you don't gloat over it like your brothers because you don't love killing. You would be a wonderful king."