Kings Landing
It was cold, so very cold. But the topics of conversation during the small council meeting where doing nothing to truly warm Tyrion Lannister up. In fact all they were serving to do was to send him to sleep, he found that he had to keep pinching his arm to stop his head from hitting the table with a resounding thunk.
Not much has changed then, Tyrion thought Different King no debts but still the meetings are rather tedious. Rather less court intrigue but still monotonus things to worry about.
Since King Aegon had taken Kings Landing and had been crowned, all the debts the Iron Throne had amassed over the past seventeen years had suddenly disappeared. Tyrion had a sneaking suspicion that had something to do with the a rather fat cheesemonger magistrate in Pentos visiting a certain Iron Bank in Bravos. Of course it did help that the Targaryens had been wise enough to order the majority of the gold from Casterly Rock be used to fill the vaults of the Red Keep, something Tyrion suspected was more Queen Margery's doing rather than the King or even Lord Connington.
Of course the news from the wall was rather distressing, the King had written about the constant surge of the creatures known as Others and their army of undead beings, and how the number of men that were dying only seemed to multiply, and whilst the armies up at the wall had managed to kill and defeat a number of the insurgencies these things' forces just seemed to keep coming. In fact the King had written to Queen Margery of her father and brother's death. The news had understandably shaken her to the core, though Tyrion did suspect that she was more shaken by the news of her Brother Loras's death than that of her father's.
Another worrying aspect of this war at the Wall was that the armies up there although seemingly dwindling were still going through casts amount of supplies, and still required more. The problem was the small council was trying to figure out where these extra supplies could come from, everyone was agreed that it was not sensible to try and raise taxes to increase the Iron Throne's spending power and ability to get goods shipped in from Essos that would take too long anyway. So for now the Iron Throne would have to rely on the bountainous supply of the Reach as well as the fear that the presence of dragons put into the common folk of Westeros to provide the armies at the Wall with food and supplies.
Tyrion was shaken out of his thoughts, by Lord Varys's final report of the council session: "My Lords, one final bit of news before we depart. My little birds have told me that Aeron Greyjoy is attempting to brew rebellion in the Iron Islands and get them to rebel against the Iron Throne once more."
At this Tyrion couldn't help snort, the Greyjoys or what was left of them anyway seemed to hold a particular type of madness, as if the two previous Greyjoy rebellions failures were not adequate proof enough that the Ironborn could talk all they wanted about reaping and sowing but when it came to actually holding their conquests they were rather ill-suited to the task. And now one Greyjoy wished to rebel against the Iron Throne, when its current occupant had dragons with which to deal any rebellions with? The fool!
It seemed that the King's Hand Lord Connington shared these thoughts as he said "Let Greyjoy brew all the trouble he wants on those islands, with winter finally here and their stores quickly depleting and their men up at the wall fighting the Others, I highly doubt that Greyjoy will be successful in achieving anymore than a good stab in the back."
Lord Varys it seemed was not completely impressed as he said "And what if Aeron Greyjoy is more than successful in igniting a rebellion my lord? With his grace the King and the dragons and the majority of all the armies in Westeros up at the wall fighting who will protect the realm should the Ironborn mount another attack?"
Tyrion noted however, that Lord Connington had been preparing for this sort of questioning "Well then we send them the head of the last Greyjoy and have done with it."
Ah yes, the last Greyjoy, fitting that really considering she's a woman.
It seemed to Tyrion that Connington's response had settled the matter once and for all as he got up and said "I trust that is all my Lords? Very well, send a raven to Lord Tyrell at Highgarden and ask him to send whatever food he can spare to the Wall with great haste. Also Grandmaester? Write to the other holdings in the realm and instruct them to do the same, if the King's letter is anything to go by this war should hopefully be over very soon."
And with that Lord Connington swept from the council chamber, quickly followed by Lord Varys and Grandmaester Gormon Tyrell.
Connington's hiding something, but what could it be?