"Please your Grace, I only asked Mormont to send me information on two individuals who had appeared in Astapor, claiming to be members of the Targaryen family." Varys hated grovelling but he could do it with ease if it served his purpose. Especially if it calmed her temper.

"And you realise that information put the Queens' life in danger?" Ser Barristan interjected.

"At the time I had no way of knowing that the Queen was indeed who she claimed to be until Mormont was able to confirm it. The message he sent was delivered to Robert, who sent the assassins." Varys knew that Selmy would not have known that he told Robert himself of the location of Danerys and Viserys. A little manipulation of the story wouldn't hurt his cause.

"So you are saying it was Jorahs fault that assassins tried to kill me and my child?" Dany demanded.

"You can look at it like that, but as soon as I found out, I sent Mormont a message telling him to protect you at all costs." That part was true, but only after Robert had taken the surprising measure of calling for the heads of the surviving Targaryens. "I do not truly know if his message was intercepted or if he sent it direct to the former King."

That seemed to satisfy her for a moment, but he could see how prickly she became whenever someone mentioned the former Lord of Bear Island. He was starting to rethink Tyrion's idea of keeping him alive and bringing him to Mereen with him. His presence with them could jeopardize their new alliance.

The conversation ran over the same ground several times before she seemed to accept his version of the story. He knew that there was nothing anyone could contradict and was feeling more confident that she would accept him and Tyrion into her circle of advisers.

She dismissed him, so she could attend to her dragons. Varys headed back to the rooms he had been allocated. Tyrion arrived not long after he did and as usual headed straight for the decanter of wine.

"So what do you think?" He asked.

Varys shrugged. "I think she'll come around, but I'm not certain bringing Mormont with us with the best course of action."

"She asked for him and as loyal subjects how could we refuse our Queen?" Tyrion raised his eyebrows and smirked at Varys. "She was very angry when found out you might have cut out his tongue. I swear she almost breathed fire!" He chuckled.

"Why on earth did you tell her that?" Varys cried. Tyrion could be a most perplexing man at times.

"I was only teasing her to see how she would react." Tyrion explained.

"Well I hope you got the reaction you were looking for. You might have sunk us both with your games." Varys pointed out.

"I did. You should have seen her face when I mentioned his name. I thought she was going to leap out of her seat and shake me for news of him! I truly think Mormont was the sweetener that convinced her to meet you. She is desperate to have him back."

"Then why hasn't see asked for him?"

"I don't know. She's a young girl, maybe she's trying to hide her feelings." Tyrion suggested.

"You think she's in love with him?" That was one emotion Varys would never understand.

"I don't know but they were together for a long time. I suppose it's possible she took him to her bed. He is a lot older than her, but she is rather beautiful." He shrugged. "I'm sure I'd find it hard to spend so much time with her without, well you know!" He chuckled wickedly.

Varys shuddered. "Have you given any thought to how we could control him if he becomes a problem? Perhaps kill threaten his family?" Bear Island wasn't large and it wouldn't take too many man to round up and kill the occupants and burn the House of Mormont to the ground.

"Yes threaten his family to keep him in line but if he won't co-operate I was thinking a poisoned blade would be the go. Perhaps a disgruntled former slave might decide to take a run at the Queen and Mormont will conveniently step in to save her!" He suggested. Tyrion doubted it would come to that. The Knight seemed to be a fairly sensible man, but a man in love could become unruly if he thought his woman was being threatened.

"Oh I see." Varys gave him an ugly smile.

"Or perhaps you could weave one of your wonderful webs and Danerys might do the job for us?"

"I'm afraid our lovely new Queen might be a little upset when she does ask for him." Varys fretted. Mormont was in rough shape thanks to his time with the Varys' dungeon keepers.

"Oh I'm sure she'll get over it. After all, you weren't to know that she would want the man back after she'd exiled him only a few months ago." Tyrion sympathized, patting Varys on the arm.

"My Lords." Danys handmaiden greeted them from the doorway.

"What is it child?" Varys asked sweetly.

"The Khaleesi wishes for you to have Ser Jorah sent to her." She bowed and left them.

"Well I guess we'll find out just how upset she is with you soon enough." Tyrion joked.