Chapitre 2: Chapter 2: Whispers & Schemes
< Varys POV >
Silently making my way from the throne room, navigating through the red keep towards my chambers, I come across a small child.
She stood out within this well decorated hallway and palace, surely not a place for someone this dirty, but this was not any ordinary child.
No she was one of my little birds, I made my way towards her checking my surroundings ever so carefully, as she whispers to me.
"Lyanna Stark is pregnant and is due soon"
My breath quickened, not because this news was something new, no it was because it felt too soon, especially with what just came about in that throne room.
The fact that the King had the intention to burn me alive was already a scary thought. I had my fair share with fire and flames, I lost my precious cock to them after-all.
Although it is hard to miss now after all of this time, in fact sometimes I wonder if I would not like having one at all.
Pushing away these distracting thoughts as I watch the little bird fly away, not literally speaking but moving within the walls and shadows, unseen and untouched. I make my way to my chambers and start picking up parchment paper. Two letters I was going to write before all of this went to hell.
Hell? That's because I have had more than one little bird tell me things I didn't really want to hear this tragic news, well, rumors about Tywin and his goal.
Not telling the King was already a way out for myself should any harm come now, and those rumors are true.
I can only say I have done the best I could for the realm, since someone has to.
Picking up my feathered ink, I hurriedly start writing. If this writing is found, I could be killed for treason, but luckily no one would check up on me, and I made sure I had enough preparation before actually following through with it.
As my writing started to come to an end, I looked at it
"To the Lords and Ladies of Westeros, and all those who dwell beneath the Shadow of the Red Keep,
In the name of Aerys of House Targaryen, Second of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm, it is hereby decreed:
By the grace of fire and blood, and with the wisdom of House Targaryen's ancient lineage, let it be known that the boy born from my seed Daeryn Black, is no longer to be called black. Henceforth, he shall be recognized by the name Daeryn Targaryen, and accorded all the rights, privileges, and honors befitting a prince of the realm and a son of the Dragon.
This act is carried out by the will of the King, with the intent to preserve the strength and glory of the Iron Throne, ensuring that our blood endures as the fire that warms and the blade that protects.
Let this proclamation stand as a testament to the enduring power of House Targaryen and our unyielding right to rule. Any who challenge this decree do so at their peril, for the wrath of the dragon is swift and eternal.
Aerys II Targaryen
King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men
Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm"
Forgery is what others would call it, but I am thinking of the future of the realm.
That Mad King on the Iron Throne would never allow this such thing to happen, but I must pave the way for my future idea to be better implemented should the time come.
The son or daughter born from the new Prince Daeryn will be able to lawfully inherit the throne should something ever so happen.
As I look at the sun dial in my chamber and the eerily silence that followed, my hands start to get a little sweaty from nervousness, after all, I could be playing with my life the longer I remain here... from the whispers I got from my little birds staying inside King's Landing may not be in my best interest.
Even though I know I need to leave, I must do this for the sake of the realm. I keep telling myself with unswerving conviction. As I go to re-ink my feather, I see a small brick within my chambers. I have been waiting for this moment for a while now.
I get up from my chair and move the brick aside, left in the hold behind the brick is the king's seal.
Taking it, I roll up the first letter I wrote and stamp it in the middle, sealed and left untouched.
I quickly pick up my next parchment and start filling in another letter.
Once that is done I hand both back the seal and two letters, one with a clear distinctive Targaryen sigil crest, and then my own personal seal, a spider.
After all of this has been done, I start to pace myself around the room, and calmly think of the next course of action. My eyes inadvertently looked in the direction of Maegor's Holdfast.
Taking a deep breath, I walk up to my candle lit desk and blow the candles out, leaving my room sealed and closed.
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< Pycelle POV >
'Slowly starting to show my flaws of back pain and slowness will only help me in the future.'
I kept telling myself this even though it felt very slow, and I could not help but want to leap forward.
At my going pace it will take me another ten minutes before I can even reach the handmaiden chambers where Daeryn Black would be.
But nevertheless I must continue showing this as it will be beneficial for me whenever I need to strike my enemies who think I'm slow.
Making it all the easier to think of solutions should it ever need to arise.
I can't help but think of a few days ago when I received a raven from House Lannister asking me to cooperate with them to get inside the city.
I will be handsomely rewarded and continue to keep my Grand Maester Position here. Without a second thought, I chose to agree.
This was a sure fire situation, and even I can tell that King Aerys. Second of his name has gone mad.
We can also thank the gods for helping me persuade that madman to allow the gates to be open, if Varys didn't interrupt me, those gates would have been open already, and time is of the essence.
Instead, I now have to fetch this Bastard son, but the news of his wife giving birth needs to be looked at.
If it comes down to it, I must make it look like an accident and kill this spawn of the dragon, or to somehow inform the Lannister soldiers about it.
I finally arrived at Maegor's Holdfast and saw some maids gathering more necessities for the wife of that bastard. I can also hear her screaming from down here.
As I make my way to the delivery room, I come across Princess Elia Martell. She is still such a stunning beauty.
If I could, I would definitely bed her.
Even for a woman that has had kids, she still looks as plump and fine as ever.
As if sensing my gaze she turns around with a look of concern on her face, she was always a kind princess, she is here to help that bastard's wife get through the troubles of giving birth.
"Oh sevens blessing, thank god you are here Grand Maester Pycelle, come now, my cousin Olyssia Sand needs help, she is giving birth and a lot of blood has spilled we are worried of a miscarriage, please help" Elia looked at me with charming and caring eyes, she truly wants to have her cousin helped,
I always found it ironic that two bastards, one sand and one black get together, so what do they create? an ultimate bastard baby? Wouldn't he be spurned the moment he was born? Just thinking about it amused me.
I never really cared to look at the Citadel about this knowledge, because in my own opinion it should be illegal for two bastards to marry as it tarnishes the gods and reputations of those great noble houses.
"Oh okay, well hurry up and let me in, I don't want Olyssia to have any accidents" I start to mumble slowly as I make my way into the room.
Stepping into the room, I am met with a smell of medical herbs and iron.
The smell of iron comes from the blood on the sheets.
If this is not treated in time it will be a disaster, the most recent case being from that Imp to Joanna Lannister.
I start getting ready to bring life into this world, although it would be best if it could be a stillborn.
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