Catelyn V

She would have never thought to see Sansa getting married. Yet, they stood in the Sept of Highgarden- after days of preparations and negotiations-, with the Septon standing right there. Willas was already waiting there and Sansa, garbed in white, her red hair like a flame, was being led by Jaehaerys.

She'd been surprised when Sansa had asked to be led there by her cousin. She'd never been on the best of terms with him, that much Catelyn knew. But now... days after the welcoming feast, everything seemed to be perfect, as if they never had any problems at all. She'd seen her nephew leave with Sansa during the feast and she guessed that they had atalk, tough neither had disclosed the topic of their conversation- not even to Arya or Naerya, which was ashook. Arya and Jaehaerys were near inseparable and the same could be said about Sansa and Naerya.

She was glad though. Now that the Targaryens were here and Ned was safe from being executed, everything seemed to be working out for the best. Sansa was marrying Willas, which secured the Tyrell compliance and soon, the Dornish would be here as well.

Thinking of the Dornish caused asmall smile to form on her lips. She wondered how will Ned tell Arya, the wild little wolf, that she was to marry.

Catelyn smiled, as she saw Willas covering Sansa in the green cloak of House Tyrell. The newlyweds turned towards the crowd and everyone applauded for them, as the Septon announced they were ow husband and wife.

Sansa smiled kindly at Willas, before beaming at the crowd.'Yes.'she thought approvingly.'Sansa will have agood life with the Tyrells. Not to mention, that this placated their power-hunger as well. Sansa is, after all aPrincess and acousin, raised as asister, to the True King.'

She watched as one of the young Tyrell girls bound over to Sansa and offered her awreath of colorful flowers. Smiling brightly, Sana bent down and allowed the flowers to be placed on the top of her head.

„Now, seems the Princess of the North has asouthron crown." called Ser Loras, causing around of cheering and laughter.

With this, they were one step closer to asafe and stable Realm.

The Spider III

„WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?" bellowed avery pissed off Cersei Lannister, her green eyes glinting dangerously, as she glared at Pycelle. The rest of the council all recoiled, as she stood up. Only her sick little cub, Joffrey remained unmoving. Tough with each word, his green eyes turned darker and darker.

Varys frowned alittle and rubbed his ear. He'd managed to get rid of Baelish and he was glad or it. The bastard could no longer be adanger to the Targaryens. (The annoying little bastard had drunk the Dorinsh Red, full of the Tears of Lys without suspecting anything. He was dead by morning and none were the wiser, that he'd been the facilitator of Littlefinger's death.)

But while the mockingbird was gone, the annoying old rat, that was Pycelle, took over his role to feed information to Cersei, that Varys himself would have given to the Lannisters in adifferent way.

„The Targaryen boy had enacted the Pact of Ice and Fire, an old agreement between Starks and Targaryens. This made the Starks into Princes and now, Lord Willas Tyrell had married the eldest Stark, Sansa." Pycelle repeated again.

All of the small council were hissing and seething, angry at having lost apotential ally. Varys himself could barely sit still and not smile victoriously. It seemed, the young King knew well how to play this Game.'How does it feel, lioness?'Varys thought gleefully.'How does it feel to be beaten in your own game by aboy of barely five and ten?'

„And there's something else, as well..." Pycelle said, this time more cautious.

All eyes turned to the grey rat. Varys could tell, that Pycelle wasn't exactly comfortable with four angry, Lannister-green eyes on him, as Cersei, Joffrey, Tywin and Kevan all silently demanded of him to spit it out.

„What is it?" growled out Tywin, looking very much like the lion on his House banner.

„Ser Jaime has been seen following the Targaryen, garbed in white." Pycelle stated. Almost immediately, the Queen scowled.

„He's probably just playing along, to stab the mad dragon-rider in the back." she said, immediately defending her twin.

„That is not the case, My Queen." Varys said quietly. „I've kept tabs on him and Idid not wish to tell you, hoping for the same thing you've just mentioned."

The blonde woman leaned forward as if Varys had just offered her atreat.'You think you can play the Game, lioness, when you drink my words, like honey wine.'„Why did he not do it yet, then?" she demanded.

'Because he's loyal to the one True King this Realm needs before winter arrives. If winter catches us like this, the smallfolk will starve even south of the Neck!'Varys growled inwardly.'I shudder to think what the Northmen will face in the dead of winter.'

„It seems Your Grace that he had switched sides. My little birds had reported, that he'd killed several Lannister men in the defense of the Targaryen during the skirmish. And recently, Ser Jaime had helped the Sword of the Morning defend the Targaryens from the cutthroat Baelish had sent before his death."

Silence, akin to one in acrypt descended on the council room.

„Are you saying my uncle sided with the sisterfucker?" sneered Joffrey.

Varys nodded. „He sided with them indeed."

The disbelieving look on their faces was worth more than all the gold Casterly Rock could hope to offer. Varys counted himself truly lucky to see that look on all faces- tough the most memorable look was definitely Tywin's.

The grasping bastard had truly lost his golden son now.

Varys had been glad when Aerys had appointed the boy as aKingsguard. Jaime had Lady Joanna's heart and the cruelty of Tywin would have done great damage to him. Not that being aKingsguard had treated him well... but it was still more preferable to the alternative of the lad growing up in the complete influence of Tywin.

It seemed tough, that Jaime still had his honor, despite the Realm calling him an Oathbreaker – as if Aerys deserved any loyalty- and had finally joined the King. Varys was glad. When he'd first gotten help from the Kingslayer he'd been worried his plan had been for naught. Only to find Jaime helping him, instead of selling him out to Robert.

'And now, he's where he belongs. With the King.'

He shook his head and focused, only to find that the meeting had gone to shit with the knowledge of Jaime's true loyalties out. The Lannisters just kept shouting between themselves, effectively ignoring anyone else.

Varys leaned against the back of his chair and watched the chaos unfold, grinning on the inside.