Author's Note

Hi everyone I recommend you read my story the Young Stag first so this all makes sense. I hope you enjoy reading this sequel. If anyone had any thoughts or ideas, please pm me or review the story. They encourage me to keep writing. I hope you enjoy

Oberyn's POV

The King was dead and from it came all sorts of problems. He had stood there watching Renly choke to death as 3 members of the Kingsguard plus Grand Maester Gorman tried to save him. Margery had been crying, but probably not tears of love. Lord Edmure, Mace and plus many others at the high table stood stare staring with shock and disbelief while the rest of the guests had screamed and panicked, running and shoving and with all the confusion as the King spluttered his final breaths, Sansa Stark disappeared.

He and Lord Monford had glanced at each other, trying to get an indication if either of them knew about this.

That was why they were both here now in the tunnels, waiting for him to show as they knew he would. The City was on lockdown, so they couldn't meet like last time, guards were everywhere, luckily very few people knew the tunnels like Varys did and he had kindly shared a few of his secrets to Oberyn.

"Thing are happening quicker, then we expected, Oberyn. This changes things, if we reveal our allegiances now, or she reveals herself, we could be viewed with suspicion," Monford said nervously, shuffling his feet.

"We must, wait, bide our time, strengthen our forces, place trusted people in important positions. How comes the Royal Fleet," he replied calmly, not getting nervous or worried like Monford, if he didn't stop bumbling they would get found out.

"I am slowly installing loyal officers on all the ships, my bastard has already been given command of one, and others will soon be put in other key positions. I have also changed where the ships stay. A quarter of the fleet, the weaker and smaller ships will stay docked at Kings landing, where they are better suited close to shore. Half of the fleet will now dock at Drift Mark and the rest at Dragonstone protect Blackwater bay but keeping the stronger ships near my seat."

Before he had a chance to speak, another voice spoke "Good, good, but we must take this; this was unexpected but not unwanted. While Renly was alive it would have been hard to get Houses to support him but he died at point where the people loved him not when they hated him. A martyr has been created but by whom I don't know, My birds cannot find out and the only places I am limited in birds is the Vale, but this turn of events changes things indeed it does," Varys tittered then turned to walk back into the shadows, but just before he disappeared he looked back, "Don't you all have a small council to getting to."

"A Great Council is to be called, there is no Heir, no marked out line of succession, we must act quickly to avoid another civil war," declared Lord Beric forcefully.

"What do you mean, no line of succession, Renly married Margaery before dying, she is queen," spluttered Lord Mace as if it was obvious.

He just rolled his eyes, smirking, "My friend, she is no more a Queen then I am prince, we may have the title, but she has no royal blood, or carries no royal heir unless I missed Renly taking her in front of the wedding guests, and do inform me if I am mistaken!" He paused for a moment

Mace who was sitting directly opposite him just seethed and muttered something that he couldn't make out.

"Lord Mace he is right, Margaery has no right to rule the 7 kingdoms nor does whomever she marries now unless the Great council chooses him as king," explained Ser Barristan wisely.

Everyone nodded in agreement, except the buffoon who huffed, even his Uncle Grand Maester Gorman Tyrell agreed.

"Enough of the great council, I have already sent out ravens to all lords high and low informing them of this grave news. The Great council will consist of the current small council, all the great lords or a representative if they are already on the small council, plus a lord chosen at random from each of the regions. Grand Maester Tyrell and the Lord Commander will do the selections, but for now Master of Laws, and Lord Commander, any leads on how this happened or who did," questioned the Lord Hand.

He just sat there, leaning back in his chair occasionally making a sly comment here or there but just pretending to ignore everything but in reality listening intently and taking everything in.

The buffoon again made a stupid comment when he accused the Starks of poisoning Renly as Sansa had disappeared and in retaliation of their losses. Nearly everyone even Lord Matthis Rowan had shouted that down immediately. The only people who didn't come to the Starks defence immediately were himself and Monford Velaryon who just stayed silent, but the astounding thing was also Lord Roose Bolton, who only spoke up in the Starks defence when he saw which way the tide was turning, at first he just nodded along as if agreeing with Lord Mace which was strange for one of Starks bannerman.

"I will not hear any more of those lies or slander," yelled Lord Beric, " Sansa was probably taken in all the confusion, against her will, only one ship left the harbour during the wedding, but we can't find it and no one saw her leave via the gates, I have sent a raven to Robb. We will find the culprit. For now we must deal with what has happened and make the best of it. All of us must work together to keep the peace."

With that Lord Beric finished the council meeting, meaning it was time for him to write a message to send with a trusted man to Dorne, he couldn't risk a raven being shot down. His snakes would be meeting him hopefully bringing with them some interesting and valuable news.