King's Landing
The reports from Essos were... confusing. Or so thought Lord Jon Arryn, Hand of the King.
The King and his court had barely returned home after putting down the revolt in the Iron Isles when the news came of unrest at Volantis. Eventually the news they got were that a new faith was rising in the Slave Pits of the city, and one that had all the Masters of the Old Blood scared. Eventually someone managed to inform him that the faith seemed to have been inspired by a play, amummer's farcein Braavos, which somehow found its way to the Volantene Slaves...
Robert had been laughing for almost an hour now that Jon was informing him of the matter.
"Gods, do we know who did it? I swear I'll knight him on the spot!" Exclaimed Robert amidst his laughter. Jon was more worried than anything. After all, Viserys and Daenerys Targaryen were still unaccounted for.
Neither he nor Robert had particularly cared about Willem Darry and the children. After all, if they were visible in Braavos, then the Iron Throne didn't need to do much. And it meant that both his own men and the Spider's agents could keep an eye on them. Giving them ample warning should they become a threat... The fact that their deaths were not confirmed meant that either they had died -but any valyrian-looking child could then be used as a false Viserys- Or they were still alive, and had slipped through both his men and the Spider's.
Because Lord Varys did not know anything else about the fate of Viserys and Daenerys Targaryen. And hearing about the events in Volantis, Jon could only fear what could happen if Viserys Targaryen found a way to acquire the service of the elusive playwright that had penned the play that overthrew Volantis.
"His name is Tirso de Corneil," Supplied the Spider, "He is under the employ of the Sea Dragon Troupe of Mummers, and has been their head playwright for a couple of years, quite popular too in Braavos according to my Little Birds."
"I think Lord Baelish met with him on his last trip to Braavos," Jon added, that had been shortly before the news came about Volantis... Robert seemed interested, and looked at the mentioned Master of Coin.
"Littlefinger! Did you meet him?" Robert asked, while his laughter had finally subsided, he was still extremely amused over the whole thing.
"I did, Your Grace." Baelish spoke, Jon wondered if they had spoken much... "We were only introduced, I am afraid, I was invited by Emone Zalyne to attend to one of his plays, about a... Westerosi Moneylender."
That caused the King to laugh once more, and after a few minutes he said.
"Good, Lord Baelish, you will go to Braavos, and commision a play from him... Something about my Great-Grandfather, or about how I won the throne."
It was, all things considered, a decent idea. Jon could approve of it...
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"So he is a famous Playwrightanda Prophet?" Asked a very confused Doran Martell. Oberyn, of course, had been some time more in Essos, he had been supposed to travel to Volantis -after all, there was... someone... he was supposed to look into- but with the unrest, he had been forced to stay in Tyrosh.
"I did not expect it when I met him in Braavos, but it appears so," Oberyn commented with an amused smirk. "He doesn't seem to care all that much about matters of faith, or at least that's the impression he gave me when I met him, and I did see him once or twice sit outside of the small Sept in Braavos, most likely being there to escort... them... there and back."
"And you think that he is... amenable to our cause?"
"I think so, yes," Biting into the orange, Oberyn looked at his older brother. "At the very least, he is unwilling to throw them to the streets, and from what I saw, he was making an effort in seeing to Viserys' education, which is more than what I can say about Ser Willem."
"Then we will go ahead as planned... Maybe I should think about telling Arianne." Doran said. Oberyn figured that it would be a good idea, better than letting the girl think that her father didn't care about her at least.
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In the tunnels beneath the Red Keep, an old and now fat Bravo met with his friend.
"That bad?" Illyrio said, surprised. "Still, I don't have many contacts left in Braavos, and none of them can get to him... Besides, the other two are still missing, we need to find them."
"We do, and my Little Birds will continue looking... But we need to bring him to our side. King Robert intends to commission a play from him, and from what I hear, he met with Oberyn Martell when he last visited Braavos. Maybe we can approach him."
"He already wrote what you're thinking of," Illyrio added, "I even saw the thing when it was performed, Griff also saw it, he didn't like it" The fatter man gave a small laugh. "I'll see what I can do then."