A/N: Meereen Part II. One of my favorite characters makes a comeback in this chapter! Enjoy!!

Varys was on edge. Littlefinger was in Meereen, conversing with the Queen at the very moment. He could only imagine what the former Master of Coin was telling her. Twisting her already increasingly paranoid mind. Littlefinger's presence in Meereen made him question Jon Snow's intelligence, but that was when he realized that Willas Tyrell was here to keep the slippery lord in check.

The issue was Lord Willas did not seem to be doing a good job of that. He sat before him on the chaise, sipping his Dornish wine, while Littlefinger was turning Daenerys' mind against Jon. And he didn't seem to be concerned in the least. Varys had thought the future Lord of the Reach to be more astute. According to the rumors, he was the one who took after his ruthless grandmother the most.

Tyrion appeared to be having the same line of thoughts for he glanced uneasily at Varys as he regarded the Westerosi lord as they talked of nothing of importance. Varys shot back Tyrion a meaningful look, urging the lord to do something. He was Hand to Daenerys after all, the Queen had been less than welcoming to Varys. That did not bother him too much as long as she did not throw him in dragon flame. He was not here to ensure her victory in the Seven Kingdoms. He was only here to make the path to peace smoother.

Tyrion downed his goblet of wine, filled it up once more and turned to Willas. He cleared his throat, capturing the young man's attention.

"You are aware, at the moment Littlefinger is digging his claws in the Queen, are you not?"

Willas shrugged, seemingly not concerned in the least, "I am aware, my lord."

Tyrion shot a look of disbelief at him, and Varys started to wonder if his little birds in the Reach were not as efficient as he thought.

Willas must have caught the disbelief on their faces. He chuckled, and elaborated, "I am no fool to trust Littlefinger, but he is playing his part beautifully." His eyes twinkled as he divulged. "His manipulations will result in the Dragon Queen accepting King Jon's invitation. I am counting on it."

"He will subtly turn her against your king."

Willas sipped his cup and shrugged, "He will do no more damage, Lord Tyrion. Your queen has no trust for us, not much more he can do at the moment."

Varys glanced at the young man, impressed. It was true. Littlefinger revelled in the chaos. Profited from it. If he were to convince Daenerys to go to Winterfell, there was every chance that chaos may erupt, particularly of Baelish played behind the curtain.

"What makes you so sure if she comes to Winterfell, that she will bend the knee? Queen Daenerys has no intention to do so, might I remind you Lord Willas." Tyrion regarded the man sternly. It surprised Varys how loyal to Daenerys, Tyrion sometimes was. He preferred sometimes if it weren't so.

"Perhaps it would be better for Jon Snow if she stayed here."

Willas smiled sardonically, "It would. As long as she remains on this side of the sea." Willas shifted so he was angled at Tyrion, "She may have a massive army, Lord Tyrion. She cannot take Westeros without any allies from within. Not without setting the realm aflame. That would remind people of her father, would it not? Does she not say she is different?"

Tyrion's eyes narrowed at Willas. Varys spoke up for the first time, "Dorne is a possible ally to the Queen." Whispers of the Sand Snakes organizing a rebellion within Sunspear had reached him. Tired were the Dornish of Doran's neutrality. Outraged were they of wedding their future lord to the granddaughter of Elia's murderers.

"Dorne will not join her if victory is not assured. Doran* is too cautious a man to do so. Regardless of that, Dorne cannot stand against the Vale, the North, the Riverlands and the Reach."

Tyrion smiled. "The Reach as an ally is not an impossibility." He began suggestively. Varys held his breath. He had suspected the coming offer since he heard that Willas would be traveling to Meereen, "An alliance mirroring that Jon Snow offered you."

"The Queen would be willing to accept a marriage between herself and House Tyrell, if she was promised their arms." Tyrion leaned forward, "A marriage between yourself and Daenerys, Lord Willas."

Willas not look phased by the offer. He must of anticipated it. "Consider this, my lords." Willas placed his goblet on a table and folded his hands in his lap, "I accept Queen Daenerys' hand in marriage. The Reach joins her. Dorne emboldened by her numbers do so as well. It is possible Littlefinger might do the same with Vale, to keep himself on the winning side."

"We defeat Lannisters. We defeat the weakened Northerners and Riverlanders. We win the Iron Throne. Queen Daenerys begins her reign. As usurper and kinslayer no less, but that maybe overlooked. After all, history will be written by us." Varys regarded Willas carefully. Not sure where the man went with this. House Tyrell would likely win with Jon Snow or Daenerys. He feared what he meant by all this. "Daenerys reigns with I as King Consort. But tell me, Lords Tyrion and Varys, what happens later? Who will succeed the throne after us?"

Tyrion went wide eyed and Varys shifted nervously. So news travelled across the sea.

"Daenerys is barren. She will have no heirs of her blood. Perhaps you could promise that a Tyrell, Margaery or Garlan's child may be granted the title." Varys watched as Tyrion ran his head through the possibilities. He knew the matter of succession was a matter of contention between the Queen and the Hand. Willas continued, "We would find ourselves where we are now. Civil war would prevail once more. The Northerners would declare independence, we betrayed them after all. Dorne likely would too, they will not bow to us. We would not be able hold the throne. Not mention, with no Targaryen, her dragons would be free to wreck havoc."

Tyrion wisely kept quiet and Varys saw the wisdom in Willas' words. Daenerys would only be able to temporary peace to the Seven Kingdoms. "On the other hand, with Margaery as King Jon's queen, the line of succession is secure. House Tyrell stands with King Jon, and him alone."

Varys opened his mouth to find some flaw in his logic, but failed. In the long run, that was the better option. Tyrion downed his wine once more, buying himself a few more minutes.

"Urge your Queen to come to Winterfell, Lord Tyrion. King Jon respects women of strength. He will not sideline her. It is the wisest course of action for us all"

Tyrion walked down the corridors to Daenerys' Council chambers, trying to find some sort of logical error in Willas' words. He failed miserably and he blamed the wine he had drank. Maybe in the morning when his thoughts were clearer he would find something.

One thing was clear to him though, Daenerys would have to go to Winterfell. Even with the dragons, they could not hope to fight a war on two fronts. Victory could not be ruled out, but it would come at a steep price.

Inside Daenerys' chambers stood Barristan Selmy, who was regarding the queen thoughtfully as she seemed to be studying Jon Snow's invitation. She looked up upon Tyrion's entry, and gestured for him to join her. Tyrion obeyed her as did Barristan on her insistence.

Daenerys carefully put the scroll she had in hand down and glanced at them.

"Do you believe that Jon Snow," she gestured to the parchment, "is truly my nephew? My brother, Rhaegar's son?"

Barristan was the one who first spoke up, "I do, my Queen." Daenerys stiffened but didn't interrupt him, "Jon Snow's birth explains what many could not. Dayne and Hightower's absence at the Trident. Ned Stark's secrecy surrounding his sister's death."

"Aemon Targaryen would not support a fraud."

Daenerys sighed, "And the marriage certificate? Is it forgery?"

"No," Barristan said as he shook his head regretfully, "I know Rhaegar's penmanship all too well. Jon Snow is a Targaryen."

And he is the true heir by the laws of Westeros. Tyrion thought. But of course that was left unsaid.

Daenerys turned to Tyrion, prompting his own answer, "I suspect the same as Barristan." He wished it weren't true. He respected Jon. Was even fond of the boy. But Daenerys had worked so hard to get here.

"Where do we stand on that then?" She watched Barristan, "You bent the knee for you believed me to be the last of my family line?"

Barristan's gaze did not waver under Daenerys' scrutiny, "I serve you, my Queen. I will not go against my vows, not solely for it would not honorable. I am proud to be in the service of such a gracious ruler. I stand by you."

Daenerys smiled gratefully, "And you, my lord hand?"

"I serve you not for who your father was, my Queen. I serve you because I believe in you."

Satisfied with their answers she got up and poured them all glasses of wine, placing one before them each. Tyrion was tempted to take his, but refrained from doing so. He needed a coherent mind for this meeting.

"You are my most trusted advisors. What would you advise me to do?"

Tyrion leaned forward and took a deep breath before he began, "Accept Jon Snow's invitation. It is the wisest course of action." Barristan nodded his head in agreement.

"I've met Jon Snow. He is an honorable man. He will respect you. He calls for negotiations. We go negotiate, not to surrender our forces, nor your crown, my Queen."

Daenerys mulled over her words before she nodded. "You speak wisely, Lord Tyrion." He was shocked that she agreed so easily, it worried Tyrion really. What had Baelish convinced her of?

"We go to Winterfell."

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