Lord Varys was currently attending a meeting with the small council. Now with Robert Baratheon dead and Stannis and Renly both declaring themselves kings, the council has changed. In place of Robert was his 'son' Joffrey and in place of the other two Baratheon brothers was Janos Slynt and Queen Cersei, or Queen Regent Cersei since Robert was dead. Oh Varys knew that Cersei and Jaime were fucking each other and that Joffrey, Tommen, and Myrcella were really their children not Robert's. Varys then that Arya Stark had dancing lessons with the First Sword of Braavos, Syrio Forel, who was really teaching her sword fighting. He knew that Grand Maester Pycelle wasn't really a weak, feeble old man. He then that Barristan Selmy was going to head to the free cities and join up with Daenerys Targaryen, if she was hopefully still alive at this point. Varys knew everything.

"Any word about Stannis or Renly?" asked Queen Cersei.

"None I'm afraid, your Grace" replied Varys.

"Why not?"

"Because while I do have my connections your Grace, it does take time for information to get from one to another safely" replied Varys in hurt tone, a tone which only he knew was fake, except for maybe Petyr Baelish.

"What does it matter what they do? Once they make their move, I'll place both of their heads next to Ned Stark" said Joffrey.

"Ned Stark isn't dead yet" said Baelish, though Varys knew that he wouldn't care about Ned Stark if he died since he was the man married to his precious Catelyn.

"That I'll change soon enough" said Joffrey, smiling cruelly.

"Joffrey, sweetie, we need Ned Stark to ensure we have peace with the North" said Cersei.

"Why, their traitors. They should pay for daring to even rebel" said Joffrey, who was blunt as always. Ned Stark's death would only lead to the North fighting against the Lannisters even more, and with Renly and Stannis on the move, Joffrey and Tywin wouldn't have the time to deal with the North. Not that Varys cared. Varys knew who he would support in the end.

"Yes they our Grace they our, but we need peace with the Starks until we deal with Stannis and Renly" said Cersei.

"How is our Traitor doing anyways?" asked Janos Slynt, commander of the Gold Cloaks and now Lord of Harrenhal.

"Lord Stark is the same as last time. Though there was something odd with his gaelors" said Varys.

"What?" asked Cersei.

"It really isn't something that should concern your Grace. I do believe they were drunk and-"

"What?" asked Cersei again, this time with a hint of venom.

"One of the Gaelors in charged of Lord Stark claims he was knocked out by a man in silver, while the other two claimed that a giant lion came out of nowhere and put them to sleep with a breath" said Varys.

The small council looked at Varys oddly. Cersei and Joffrey looked rather crossed at being told something useless, Pycelle looked confused and old as he pretended to be, and Littlefinger and Slynt looked amused at the whole thing.

"I do believe you might be right about them being drunks Lord Varys. The talk of drunkards is not something that should even be brought up in a small council meeting" said Cersei.

"Of course your Grace" said Varys with a bow of his head.

"Though I do admit I find all of that funny. A giant lion and a man in silver, what these gaelors come up with" said Littlefinger.

"As funny as it is, it still isn't something to bother with Lord Baelish" said Cersei.

"I want those drunkards brought to my chambers" said Joffrey.

"May I ask why your Grace?" asked Pycelle.

"So I can whip them and teach them to take their job seriously. They should be watching Ned Stark, not getting drunk and coming up with false stories" said Joffrey.

"At once your Grace" said Janos Slynt, who would lick the shit off of Joffrey's boots if it would fatten his satchel.

"...Well I do think we can conclude today's meeting. The council is adjourned" said Cersei as she, Joffrey, Pycelle, Baelish, and Slynt left the Small Council, leaving Varys alone.

Lord Varys, or the Spider as they called him in King's Landing, knew that something was up involving Lord Stark...and he suspected that there was magic a foot. Varys hated magic, for the reason he was a eunuch was because of a sorcerer. When Varys was a slave boy in the Free Cities, he was sold to the sorcerer and was given a potion that made him immobile, but did nothing to numb the pain as the sorcerer removed his genitals and put them into the flames as he performed a ritual. After that, the sorcerer casted Varys into the street. Varys then became an expert thief until he learned the best kind of treasure men desire, information. Varys was known for his actions even in Westeros. When the Mad King Aerys heard of his actions, he summoned Varys and made him the Master of Whisperers on the Small Council. Varys mostly got information through children in his service or his 'Little Birds' as he likes to call them. He had Little Birds in King's Landing, Winterfell, Pyke, Highgarden, Dorne, Storm's End, Riverrun, Casterly Rock, The Vale, Dragonstone, The Wall, and the Free Cities. With his vast connections in the Seven Kingdoms, he was Aerys Targaryen's loyal servant. Though that changed during Robert's Rebellion when Tywin Lannister and his armies came to King's Landing after Robert killed Rhaegar on the Trident. Varys and Jaime Lannister told the king not to open the Gates to Tywin, but Pycelle as the loathsome creature he is told Aerys he could trust Tywin. Aerys in the end, opened to Tywin. Tywin then had his men raid and rape all of those in King's Landing. Prince Rhaegar's wife and children were butchered, Aerys was killed by Jaime Lannister, and Robert took the Iron Throne. Varys continued to serve under Robert, but was still very loyal to the Targaryens, keeping tabs on Viserys and Daenerys Targaryen from across the Narrow Sea.

"Lord Varys"

Varys jerked up for a minute, he didn't know someone was here. When he got up and turned around. He saw the last thing he expected to see.

A man in Silver.

"You are-"

"The drunk hallucination of the gaelors, yes" said the man in silver.

Varys stared at the man for he was trying to see his face under his hood. He almost didn't notice the young woman next to him. She looked about Sansa Stark's age, wearing a blue dress and had white hair as white as a blank canvas.

"Pardon my surprise, but who are you?"

"I'm Orion and she is Yaylanna, we are the servants of Aslan" said Orion.

"Aslan? I have never heard of any Aslan" said Varys.

"He's the great Lion that watches the worlds and keeps the peace" said Yaylanna.

"Do forgive me, but I don't know any great lions besides Tywin Lannister" said Varys.

"Well Aslan is an actual lion, a talking Lion that's been keeping tabs on this world. I'm the master of portals and Yaylanna is the Mistress of Purity" said Orion.

Now Varys was very confused. A talking Lion, Portals, Purity. Either they were mad or they were the worst liars Lord Varys had ever met. But Varys could tell a lunatic and a liar on sight, being raised in both the Free Cities and King's Landing. Neither of them were Mad or Liars. Meaning they were telling the truth.

"And what does this Aslan want to do with me?' asked Varys in a curious tone. He was still confused but he would try to sort of what Orion said later.

"Simply just to warn you" said Orion.

"To warn me?"

"Yes. Eddard Stark is vital to Westeros, do you agree?"

"Yes, though the Lannisters will kill him in the end. I've seen it in Joffrey's face. Their is no persuading him" said Varys.

"Exactly, that is why Aslan has sent warriors from five different worlds to assist Lord Stark and free him before that-" at that Yaylanna put her fingers in her ears "-little shit Joffrey screws up many life's" said Orion.

"Warriors, how can these warriors be of help to Lord Stark?" asked Varys.

"Because in each World I took them from, they were considered Heroes were they came from"

"Well that sounds that better then sending random people to handle the situation"

"Now this is were I must warn you. Aslan and myself know you hate magic and several of the warriors we chose can perform magic. Do not worry, the magic they use isn't rituals and sacrifices, they stick to only good magic"

"...With that bit of news. I'm afraid to tell you I still detest those that use magic...but for the sake of the realm, I think I can stomach those who use good magic"

"That's good. There can't be any complications between the warriors and yourself"

"If I may ask, why would I be of any importance to your plan?"

"Because no matter how much these Heroes have achieved, your Little Birds would of still see them. And if we left you out of the loop, then Joffrey would know about the Warriors and only make matters worse"

"I see how well your master thought this through"

"He's the closes thing I know to a God, of course he thought this through" said Orion.

"I have one question, when should these warriors arrive?"

"In one hour. They should arrive south of King's Landing, in the Kingswood" said Orion.

"Well how do you plan to exit King's Landing to get to the Kingswood? Cersei closed the gates and she'll have our heads if she catches us sneaking out of the capital" said Varys.

"Easy, the same way I snuck in here"

Orion then snapped his fingers. At once a hole in the air the size of Gregor Clegane appeared. Varys stared at the portal, both amazed and disturbed by how much power this one man had.

"Well are you coming Lord Varys?" asked Orion.

Varys, reluctantly, followed Orion and Yaylanna into their portal, suddenly appearing in the Kingswood.