Tyrion did not like where Varys was going, killing Daenerys.
"That's-"
"Treason." The cold voice of Rhaenyra Targaryen, second of her name, rang through the hall. Varys stood, frozen, an expression of shock on his face. Rhaenyra strode over to him, a girl of nineteen, Rhaenyra was as beautiful as Daenerys, with her silver-gold hair, and amethyst eyes. "That's treason, do you know the penalty for treason?" The princess hissed coldly. When Varys did not answer, she spoke again. "Death." Tyrion had never seen Varys so pale.
"Guards!" Rhaenyra barked. Grey Worm and another Unsullied entered at her call.
"Princess." They said, bowing.
Rhaenyra ignored Varys' pleading look. "Lord Varys is plotting to kill your Queen." Both guards gave Varys a venomous look. "Grey Worm, please restrain him. Blue Flea, please find my sister."
Grey Worm was already grieving the loss of Missandei, as were Daenerys and Rhaenyra. The thought of losing Daenerys only turned grief to fury.
Rhaenyra stood next to her sister. Daenerys looked as sad as Rhaenyra felt. Varys was on his knees infront of them. His wrists were bound, and Grey Worm was holding a spear level with his chest.
"Jon once told me that the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword." Rhaenyra glanced at her sister.
"The rider and the dragon are often said to be a part of each other." Rhaenyra said calmly. Dany looked down.
"Why, Varys?" She asked plaintively. "Do you really think I've gone mad?"
"Yes." Varys said. Dany sighed sadly.
Rhaenyra scowled at Varys. "Rhaegal." She called. Her dragon came to her, he always did. Rhaenyra looked up at her sister. Daenerys looked pained, but she nodded. Rhaenyra turned back to Varys.
"Lord Varys, I Rhaenyra of House Targaryen, Sentence you to die." Varys looked at her with fear.
"Princess-"
"For the crime of Treason."
"But-"
"Varys." Rhaenyra said calmly. "Be brave... Dracarys."
Rhaegal roared, lunging forward, flames spewing from his mouth.
Daenerys looked at Rhaenyra.
"The dragon's armor is ready. We march on King's Landing in the morning."
"Remember, we have an advantage, they still think that Rhaegal is dead."
Rhaenyra had twisted him, commanded him to plummet into the ocean with her, the bolt had struck his chest, but it had truly only been a painful flesh wound. But Cersei did not know that.