5th Month of 299 A.C. King's Landing
Prince Viserys Targaryen
"The girl has given birth to a boy." Viserys fumes, the cup of wine held tightly in his hand. "You promised me that this would not happen, you told me that you had done things to ensure that it would not happen. And yet, now it has happened. Tell me Lady Melisandre, why is that?"
The lady, with her hair like fire says nothing for a long moment, then she speaks. "It is the way these things go sometimes."
Viserys clenches the cup tighter. "That is not a good enough explanation my lady. You promised me that your Lord would deliver the results we wished for. And yet now, the whore of Highgarden has given birth to a boy, an heir. There is not a chance in any of the seven hells that the King will set her aside and marry Daenerys now. You are useless to me."
Something changes in the room then, the Lady seems to stiffen, her shoulders are taut. "I can still be of use to you Your Grace. The Queen might have given birth to an heir, but children die all the time as babes. Your own lady Mother lost many children in infancy."
Viserys closes his eyes, he knows exactly what the woman is suggesting, and he is not sure that he is ready to take that step. He exhales deeply. "There must be another way, I will not have the blood of an innocent child on my hands."
The woman moves behind him, her arms wrap around his waist, her breath tickles his ear. "You know that the blood would not be on your hands Your Grace. The King would never think to question you; you are close with him. And should the Queen suspect anything, well where would she get the proof from."
Viserys opens his eyes, not fully believing he is actually asking this question, but doing so all the same. "And how would you do it then? How could you do it, without it seeming like some sort of actual killing?"
The woman kisses his cheek and whispers. "It is better if you do not know the how Sire. There are some things that royalty should not know, when it comes to these matters."
Viserys nods, reluctantly, he knows they have not reached any solid plan in regards to the Whore of Highgarden, and so instead he says. "The Riverlands are back under control. Stark has done a good job there, better than I thought he would do. The Sparrows are fast bleeding support. Soon enough I think that the war will be done there."
"And what will you do when that comes to pass?" Lady Melisandre asks, her breath hot against his cheek.
Viserys shivers slightly. "I think I will need to talk to the King. He aims to make himself the full sovereign over the Faith, something my father should've done, or one of our ancestors should've done a long time ago. But I fear he will be too lenient on the sparrows."
"And why do you say that?" the lady asks.
Viserys takes Melisandre's hand and kisses it. "The King has a tender heart, he has never had to face much more than the questions of his reign. His grandsire is dead, but his grandmother lives. He knows love, and he wishes to ensure that the Targaryen dynasty remains strong. I can understand that, I support that. But I am cautious, for I feel he might well reward those who do not deserve rewarding. The Sparrows are a dangerous blight on the realm, and they must be destroyed completely. That means more bloodshed than I think the King is willing to carry out. Especially as the Sparrows are predominantly in the Reach, and there are those amongst them who are known to be close relations to the Queen and her family."
"You think he will try and protect them, for his wife's sake?" Lady Melisandre asks.
"Not intentionally, but I think he will do so. For the love, he bears her. And that is why we must tread carefully now. We must ensure that any sparrows we find who have any sort of connection to the Queen are killed and destroyed completely." Viserys says.
"Would you not want this to come out into the open? That way one could use it to bring the Queen down?" Melisandre asks.
Viserys shakes his head. "No. I will not use this to bring down the Queen. I do not want my nephew to suffer the humiliation that would come from that. Nor do we know for certain whether the Queen has anything to actually do with those fools within the Sparrows. Regardless, if we even did that, it is likely she would try and use the connection between you and the fool in Volantis."
"Moqorro." Melisandre says, her face scrunching up at the name. "I have long felt that such an association would hamper me, I just did not know it would happen now."
Curious Viserys asks. "What is the man like? I know little enough about his servant. But if he can make a man such as Benerro into a believer, he must truly be powerful."
"He is. Very powerful, he is seeking something beyond the norm, I believe. I think he wishes to bring back an empire similar to Valyria, to make the sky shake under his might. He has the charm, and the magic within him to be able to do it. He has taken much of what he has through sheer force of will as well as through cunning and guile. Whatever issues he faced in Slaver's Bay have been reduced to nothingness now. Whether that can sustain itself, I do not know." Melisandre responds.
A thought strikes Viserys then, and tentatively he asks. "Do you think he could be behind the chaos that is going on here? After all, we know he holds the southern regions of the fertile plains leading into Andalos. The fact nothing has been done about that could be the main reason why the Sparrow originated. No one knows anything about the man, beyond his rhetoric."
Melisandre's lips curl inward, making her look even more beautiful than she already does. Her lips curl out and her mouth opens. "I think it is very possible. And yet, if that is the case, then he has come up with a plan that is not as secure as he would've liked it to be, and that is not like Moqorro."
"What do you mean?" Viserys asks. "What is Moqorro like?"
"He is cunning, cruel, and he is dedicated. When he sets his mind to something, he does not stop until it is done. If he wanted to break down the realm for his invasion, we would know about it properly. This hiding and skulking, this is not his way." Melisandre says.
"So then, we sit and we wait to see who it is behind the Sparrow?" Viserys replies glumly.
"For now." Melisandre agrees, then she moves forward and kisses him whispering against his lips. "Come my Prince, let me show you wonders." They lose themselves then into the flames and the visions of a future to come.