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Also, this is not beta'd so I apologize for any mistakes.
Lord Varys, Master of Whispers in King's Landing, sat in his solar of the Red Keep, a small satisfied smile lighting his face. Finally, after the stress and chaos of the Rebellion and then the few years of recuperation, his plans were coming to fruition. His little birds reported nothing but positives on those he had hidden around the world and it would soon be time for a reunion.
There were murmurings of unrest throughout the Seven Kingdoms, as per usual, but lately they were getting worse. The small folk had little love for their increasingly drunk Baratheon King, and even less for his cruel, beautiful Queen. The Lords of the Crownlands still maintained their Targaryen loyalty, albeit somewhat privately, and the Dornish still boiled with rage at the deaths of their Princess and her children. The Tyrell's cared only for their own ambitions and the Greyjoys, although polar opposites of the Reach Lords, had similar aims. The Baratheon allies in the Vale, the North, and the Riverlands were rather content, only sometimes wondering if they had done the right thing by putting Robert on the throne. The Lannisters were of course the most comfortable. Their Lord's daughter was Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and his grandson would someday be King.
King Robert and Queen Cersei had just welcomed their second child, a golden princess, and Varys knew full well that both she and her brother were no true Baratheons. He has told no one, of course, preferring to save that bit of information for a suitable time. He had many bits of information, never-heard stories, unknown facts, that he would reveal to the right people at the right time, all in the name of a peaceful realm.
Thinking back to the Rebellion, Varys wondered how his plans had ever succeeded. When he first arrived in King's Landing, he tried to curb the madness of King Aerys II to little avail. When he realized there was no hope for the Mad King, he put all of his efforts into the Crown Prince, Rhaegar. He knew of the Prince's plans for the tourney of Harrenhall and then helped him adjust when the plans went awry. He knew the truth of the Lyanna Stark scandal and helped conceal it from most everyone. He knew of the Prince's preoccupation with the prophecy and helped him gain a better, and less obsessive, understanding of it. Prince Rhaegar was to be the greatest ruler the realm had ever known, Varys was determined.
Then the little rat, Petyr Baelish, entered the game. Littlefinger, as Varys had affectionately named him, was a ward of Lord Hoster Tully and therefore, present when Lady Lyanna Stark disappeared from Riverrun. When the outrage of her "kidnapping" began to get out of hand, Varys became suspicious. It was most unlike the Prince of Dragonstone to not have a back-up plan so he found it very difficult to believe that the prince and his new lady wife had not told anyone the truth of their relationship. After investigating the matter, his little birds discovered that Petyr Baelish had destroyed the letter Princess Lyanna left for her eldest brother and instead told him he saw the Crown Prince kidnap her.
From that moment, Varys feared for the Targaryen Dynasty and the Realm. He knew trouble would come from this but even he hadn't anticipated the Mad King's decision to murder Lord Stark and his heir. For months after that, war split the Seven Kingdoms. Men fought for their Lords both willingly and unwillingly, Great families were separated and broken, Princes and Princess were kept hostages and a tense fear had settled over the realm. It took all of his influence and knowledge, more allies and favors than he knew he had, and no small amount of deceit and manipulation, but Varys managed to save and hide the Targaryen legacy.
And soon it would be time. Time for the Dragons to reunite to win back their ancestor's greatest achievement. For the Seven Kingdoms would tear themselves and each other apart if they didn't. Only a Targaryen could unite the Realm.