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The situation in the cell had changed. Both Varys and Baelor where sitting side by side, the animosity was forgotten between them for the moment as they discussed the impending danger that Westeros was in.

Half an hour had passed and they were still no closer to finding out who the supposed enemy was. Getting up from the floor, Baelor began to pace back and forth as he tried to get his mind flowing, Varys's eyes following his every step.

Minutes passed and still, Baelor continued to walk back and forth, stopping mid-step every so often and shaking his head, obviously finding the theories he had come up with being inconceivable or altogether impossible, before continuing his pacing.

Varys eyes drifted from Baelor's pacing as he too tried to come up with a plausible explanation as to who this enemy was that the Children of the Forest had alluded too, yet five minutes later he was interrupted by Baelors exclamation that he had come up with a couple of ideas that he wanted to go over. Coming out of his reverie, he focused his attention to the front and listened as Baelor began to speak.

"Based on the fact that the Children of the Forest told me that I must unite the Seven Kingdoms in order to keep Westeros from its impending doom, it has lead me to believe that the impending danger will come from two possible directions. From the Lands beyond the Wall or from across the Narrow Sea. Of these two, I believe the threat will come from the east as the only possible enemy in the north is the Wildlings, who couldn't band together to save their lives. No, our enemy shall come from the east, yet who the enemy precisely is, I know not" exclaimed Baelor.

As Varys listened to Baelors theory on who he thought the enemy was, he was overcome with a strange feeling to reveal a piece of information that he had only required recently. A piece of information that he had intended to keep close to his chest until the opportune time. Eventually, this feeling within him deepened, until it felt that if he didn't reveal this piece of information, that something bad was going to happen to him.

He didn't know where the feeling came from, but he assumed it had something to do with the oath he had sworn not five minutes before. Somehow the magic that Baelor had used was holding him to his oath. So it was with a literally heavy heart that he revealed what he knew about Viserys and Daenerys only hoped that his dear friend Illyrio wouldn't be too upset when he found out that it was he who had released the highly coveted, highly dangerous information.

"It appears as if today may very well be your lucky day my young friend, for I have recently learned of some information that you may find very helpful" Vary's said, capturing Baelors immediate attention as the young Stark turned to face the Master of Whispers, quite keen on learning the information that the eunuch possessed.

Seeing as he had Baelors undivided attention, he began to speak. "Not mere days ago, whilst I was taking my evening stroll, I was brought the most unexpected news by one of my little birdies, news that happened to come from the East."

It was at this point that Baelor decided to tell Varys to stop beating around the bush and that he better needed to get to the point before an accident happened, an accident involving a large amount of pain on Varys's part, after which Vary's dropped the pomp and pageantry and got straight to the point.

"The last remnants of the Targaryens Dynasty have been found" revealed Varys, his

"Targaryens, have been found" whispered Baelor, mindlessly mimicking Varys as he didn't know what else to say.

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Baelor stumbled backwards, his back hitting the cold stone as he fell to the ground in shock. The realization of what he had just been told finally registering in his mind.

The news that Varys had just told him, the news that the lost members of House Targaryen had been found, was not what he had expected to hear, and he definitely wasn't happy about the news that he had just received.

For as long as he could remember he been brought up on stories of his grandfather Rickard and his Uncle Brandon Stark, both of whom had died at the hands of the Mad King Aerys II Targaryen during Roberts Rebellion.

When the Mad King had charged his grandfather and his uncle with conspiring to kill the crown prince, his grandfather had demanded a trial by combat, which the Mad King agreed to. Yet the Mad king lied, and stated that the Targaryen's champion was fire. A fire was then lit beneath his grandfather, who happened to be dressed in his armor, and as his grandfather was slowly roasted alive, his uncle Brandon was made to watch with a noose around his neck and a sword just out of his reach. It was trying to reach that sword and to save his father from dying that his uncle Brandon strangled himself to death.

It was after learning of this information from his father that he had sworn vengeance against House Targaryen, for if it wasn't for the Mad King his uncle and grandfather would both still be alive today.

It would be a good day when he would be able to finally right the wrongs that had been committed against his house and to finally put an end to the Targaryen line once and for all.

Knowing that dwelling on the past would not get anything done and that the anger bubbling up inside him wouldn't help the situation, he took a couple of minutes to calm down before getting to his feet and addressing Varys.

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"You said Targaryens, as in more than one, who exactly are these Targaryens. What branch of the family do they come from?" asked Baelor in quick succession, eager to know more information regarding any surviving Targaryens.

"My sources tell me that they are from the main Targaryen line, Viserys and Daenerys Targaryen, younger brother and sister of Rhaegar Targaryen and children of the Mad King" replied Varys warily, not sure on how Baelor was going to take his most recent news.

Baelor's facial expression was all that Varys needed to know that the information he had just said hadn't set well with, and he was mildly surprised when the young Stark had not broken down in a fit of rage and had instead adopted a thoughtful expression on his face.

Baelor didn't know where Varys had gotten his information about the Targaryen's, but he trusted that the eunuch was telling the truth. The last anyone had heard of them was 14 years ago. When Queen Rhaella had died giving birth to her daughter Daenerys whilst on Dragonstone, the Targaryens ancestral seat of power.

It was a while before Baelor spoke, and when he did his voice held none of the anger or fury that he was feeling deep down within himself, instead, it was filled with conviction and determination.

"With Viserys being the heir to the Targaryen dynasty, with the right backing behind him from the Free Cities or any of the slave cities, he could possibly be the rallying point for a Targaryen restoration, it has happened before, it can certainly happen again. Maybe the Targaryens are the unknown enemy. A Targaryen restoration is something that I cannot, nay, will not let come to pass. "

"If what you believe to be true, is, in fact, true, then what do you propose to do about it. It's not like you can just go around saying that the Children of the Forest told you that Westeros is in danger, you'd be branded a heretic for sure" said Varys.

Baelor knew that Varys spoke the truth, he could not go around telling just anybody about the imminent danger that Westeros was in, let alone to the King. No. He would have to do this by himself, he would need to find cold, hard, evidence that suggested an invasion from the east, only then would the rest of the Seven Kingdoms band together and put an end to those who would see Westeros brought to its knees. And if it should prove that Targaryens were not planning an invasion of Westeros, then he would avenge his grandfather and uncle by laying waste to the Targaryen line once and for all.

Turning towards Varys, a grim look on his face and a cold look in his eyes, he proclaimed.

"I shall cross the Narrow Sea, and make for the the Free City of Pentos"