A Game of Change/ A Game of Chaos
Disclaimer
Game of Thrones and its characters are the mind children of George R.R. Martin
The incidents and actions below are the products of my imagination running amok.
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Note: Spoilers...
Point of View: Darksi Mo Changel
Our timing was more than perfect. We have enough time to settle in before the next council meeting. That's tomorrow. Enough time to see if the remainder of Qyburn's and Varys' little birds are happy. They are. I made them wards of House Changel. A happy, lovely spy network. Tied with my family spy network. I have ears and eyes that reach even to the Bay of Dragons. They have so many stories.
Phoenix: Father, We have a visitor.
"Short, with blonde hair and a beard?"
Phoenix: Yes.
"Escort the Lord Hand in."
His timing is impeccable.
"Tyrion Lannister. My condolences on your siblings."
That caught him off guard.
Tyrion: Thank you, Lord Changel.
"This is my daughter, Phoenix."
Tyrion: My lady.
Phoenix: Are you still married to the Queen in the North?
And again caught off guard.
"Now. Now. Dear, that's personal and his business. Even though that would make him the king's brother by marriage. Please go deliver these messages to your aunts and uncles."
Phoenix: Yes, my lord. My lord.
Phoenix curties to both of us and leaves with my messages.
"I've heard a saying that children are chaos given flesh. So far. I'm not 100% certain of that. They do make life…"
Tyrion: Interesting.
"Very. How may I help the Hand of the King?"
Tyrion: After the war you disappeared.
"I went home. I figured the other lords could handle things."
Tyrion: And yet here you are when I ask for a Master of Whisperers.
"Well you need someone as close to Varys without being Varys."
Tyrion: He did imply you are, well connected.
"Only where it matters. Have you heard from Faramir or Leon lately?"
Tyrion: Well there's a name I haven't heard in a while. Haven't heard from Faramir since he married.
"And Leon?"
Tyrion: He's … doing okay.
"He's marshalled the remaining Lannister forces and is styling himself as Lord Paramount of Casterly Rock and the Westerlands. I believe that counts as okay."
Third times the charm.
Tyrion: I believe I picked the right person for the job.
"Thank you, Lord Tyrion. I'll be ready for the next council meeting. Also, I will not be staying in King's Landing all the time."
Tyrion: Really? Why is that I wonder?
"Angels' Reach is not to far from here. I love my own bed. And if my daughters have their way, if they think something a miss, they won't waste time like Rob Stark, they would have an army here within a fortnight."
Tyrion: That protective of you?
"You have no idea."