Capítulo 84: I do what is best option for me my survival.
There was a storm coming in off the Narrow Sea and it looks gorgeous, Ser Alan Winters was watching it come as he leaned against the masonry of the Red Keep, he had found this particular spot during his investigation of the Red Keep, and it was a secluded spot with a great view of the sea, almost built over it as it was a sheer drop down to the rocks and water. It had obviously been damaged at some point in the past, and the stonework that had replaced the damaged part had not been done particularly well, the mortar had started to wear away and the stones were not particularly well fitting.
'The advantages of being a isekaed person from earth' he thought to himself 'I may never have been able to build a wall, but I still have some of my modern knowledge and at least I can tell a shite mortar job when I see one.'
He snorted at that. Alan was now a runaway son of Some wealthy merchant, in one sense, the son of the warlord/ warlady( Apollyon) in another. Such was the duality of Alan Winters, two different sets of everything shoved in to one body, at least at this point in his life he had managed to merge the two together, and the evil goatee part of him hadn't haunted his dreams in a long while now. He was fine with that, he was fairly certain that part of him had made its point and left, and for now he could enjoy the view, arms tucked into his sleeves against the growing chill of the evening. Though his body is very strong thus the Cold wind could not harm him much.
"A beautiful view is it not? Almost makes one forget the world behind them."
Alan had expected the voice, He is quite used to it by now, at first he jumped when the man sneak behind him.
"Lord Varys."
Varys bobbed his head in a slight bow of acknowledgment.
Varys, also called the Spider, is a Lysene eunuch, who served as Master of Whisperers to King Aerys II Targaryen.
Varys is plump, bald and effeminate. He powders his face and often smells of lilac. He has soft, white hands.
His clothes are often in outrageous colours, always made of comfortable materials, such as silks, damasks and velvets. He also wears soft slippers that allow him to walk without making any sound.
He comes across as obsequious, squeamish, cowardly and mysterious. He is a vastly intelligent man underneath, and has proven to be very difficult to predict. A master of disguise and evasion.
" I'm no Lord... Ser Alan. I hold no Land. I hold no power over other. Just someone who helps people at realms helm."
Yah right...
" Power resides where man believes it resides. You told me that Lord varys are you not ? You have knowledge and by definition it's a form of power as well. People may distrust you, but also acknowledge you as well. So I believe you deserve that title."
Varys gave me another bow of aknowledgment
" Ser Alan. I must admit, I would have thought a man such as you would be busy mingling with the gathered worthies in the throne room. Your stunt with the wildfire should have made you a figure of interest."
The wildfire stunts ..!! Not the murder of Gregor Clegane? Oh I understand why he didn't bring that up. Well, there are few rumors running around. That I'm abusing the power that is given to me. By murdering nobles.
Alan shrugged, he didn't bother untucking his arms, before he spoke.
" I'm a entertainer as well Lord varys. I can make people clap their hands with my songs. But I'm also a human being. I get tired and exhausted as well. And There are times to gather information Lord Varys, and there are times to reflect on it. Besides, when you are the topic of conversation, you don't need to learn the details, just the general opinion, and that forms after the fact."
"And you feel you will be the topic of conversation?" He asked smirkingly
Bloody hell I am !!!
I'm the main topic of conversation throughout the seven kingdoms for fucks sake.
"The minor knight who dared to murdered a bannermen of Tywin Lannister in brought daylight . And by doing that challenging him and his reputation? Of course. Though I will admit that there will a consequence for doing something. And Tywin Lannister always pays his debt , I want collet it as well. It'll put a slight dampener on things but I'm prepared for that as well."
"So you did what you did as a stunt then? An action to gain notice?"
Hell no... Why would I do that? I hate attention... I always trying to stay away from that. And killing Gregor Clegane was just random.
Alan gave Varys a slight smile before he responded.
"You might say that, I couldn't possibly comment. But what I did is justice nothing more nothing less."
It was a lie, of course, Alan hadn't planned it, but it was serving his purposes to make Varys think he had, and the answering smile from Varys at the use of the old House of Cards line was probably a mirror of the one Alan was trying to manage.
"An interesting response, an interesting response indeed. Tell me though, why? I know it is unbecoming to simply ask directly, but I must know what drives the man who chooses the side of a smallfolk even if that could put his life a reputation in danger."
"I am determined to be the best version of myself that I can be my lord. To do that, I must advance my lot in life, and to that end I will take advantage of the chaos and madness of the last few years. My holdings are none and I only have a handful of capable subordinates at my disposal, but I would hardly be the first person in history to turn such a meagre start into a massive gain. And with that gain, I can do a lot, and hopefully a lot of that will be good, though some I have no doubts will be the opposite."
"Ah" Varys said as he moved to stand beside Petyr at the wall, it was a narrow spot where they stood, "you served House wynwood because you saw an opportunity to take. You've already befriended Robert Baratheon and helped Lord Arryn with his problems. Winning and leading battles after battles. Even saving Lord Hoster Tully's life. Taking this city without much bloodshed and saving it afterwards. And now you act as best to gain your own notoriety."
Damn... He made all my accomplishment in very effective summery. And level of accurate information he has about me is scary as hell. If he expose them then I'm finished.
"Roughly speaking, yes. Though I also hope that I can do enough good to prevent this kingdom from falling apart, to make it stronger, and make it better able to face any threats to it."
Varys looked out to the sea then before he spoke, he gazed at the rapidly approaching storm clouds before he spoke again.
"A simple goal then I suppose. And you feel that you are the best to do it, a strange bit of egotism that is it not?"
"Oh it is Lord Varys, I am after all but a man. But allow me to ask you something if you will."
Alan untucked his arms, gesturing back towards the rest of the Red Keep with his left hand.
"How long has Pycelle been poisoning the King?"
Varys looked at him then sharply, the genial expression gone off his face, instead replaced by the true face of the Spider, cold and calculating.
"I mean" Alan said again waving his hand at the throne "His Grace the mad king has been doomed ever since Tywin Lannister resigned his position, and Pycelle for all his appearances is a sharp witted puppet of Tywins. It doesn't take a genius to put things together does it."
He added another flourish of his hand to punctuate the point, and Varys stared into his face for a long moment, clearly re-evaluating Alan before he turned his face back out to the water.
"Oh ever since Pycelle has been caring for his wounds he got from Duskendale. The poison or the potion of madness is slow acting, and at this point even if no rebellion, His Grace would still die in two years or so. As you say, he was doomed from the moment he came betwixt Tywin and his goal."
" I like ask about your opinion on the citadel and the order of the Maesters. Do you think that they're purposefully helping the rebellion ? "
He was a little surprised by the question. And after thinking it for moment he gave a nod . So the Maesters are dangerous confirmed.
" Tell me lord. Could it that Pycelle was somehow behind the death all queen Rehalle children ? And the health issues of princess Elia's was another fars right ? Cause I have met the princess several times. Though she is devastated by not having her children near her. But physically she is fine."
Lord varys acknowledged that as well. But why did he not did something ? The thing is this guy doesn't actually care. He's mission is to destabilize the kingdoms as much as possible. He is a blackfyre after all.
This man may seem like he's helping you. But he is also gathering info about you as well. The strong point the weak points, history and back. I hate this kind of game, cause I'm not good at it. My strength is brute force... Not scheming words.
So I need to play with my own rules.
" Thankyou lord Varys, it was very fruitful conversation. Again I received a lot of valuable lesson as well. And sorry for what I about to do"
It was then Alan moved his right arm as fast as he could, and the dagger that Tobho Mott returned last week found where he wanted it to, just below Varys's left ribcage, driving into his lung. He had the dagger and its triplets in his armor when first wakes up to this world, They were long and Sharp. He had kept the blade up his right sleeve while he used his left hand as a misdirection gesturing with it, and considering he had the other dagger on his hip at his left, sheathed and away from his hand, he had hoped Varys would be off guard.
Varys was quick, but the blow had driven the wind from him, and Alan didn't give him time to react, Varys tried to pushed him away with all his might, But after nearly 4 years of constant combat training and a bit of growth in politics, he's solid body to slammed the Spider into the wall. The wall crumbled as Varys crashed into it, as Alan had planned, he had spent the last few days in this exact spot, carefully weakening the mortar even more until the stones of the wall gave just enough to indicate they were weak without obviously falling off. Varys disappeared over the edge, and Alan started breathing hard not because of exhaustion but out of excitement that he killed someone whom could be dangerous for him in later in his life. He then cleaned his bloody dagger and towards the water and then crouched beside where the wall had collapsed, he then took a deep breath placed his arms against the rougher parts of stone, and dragged them as hard as he could across them, ripping both cloth and flesh as he did.
That done, he moved with swift purpose into the corridor and towards the nearest servant he could see.
"For the love of the god I mean gods" he cried, letting the panic he felt seep into his voice "please help me, Lord Varys has fallen, the wall collapsed, I tried to save him, I tried to save him."
The servant stared at him wide-eyed, he was sorry for the poor girl, and she was just a girl, but he needed to be as panic as possible to sell this. This murder had been planned for weeks now, as he had been sure Varys would reappear, and he was probably the greatest threat to the stability of the realm that Alan could deal with. Littlefinger would never be the same, Joffrey was hopefully headed off at the pass, if I could somehow save Lyanna.
that had left Varys and whatever game he was going play in the future, and if he had learned anything from his failure to properly resolve something, it had been that he needed to start being a lot more ruthless.
I'll be playing the game of thrones..
With my own rules....
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