Varys

Varys didn't know what to think. He had quite possibly heard the most unbelievable story in his entire life, quite a feat given that he was the resident Spymaster and as such had heard an interesting tale or two in his time.

While he himself followed no set religion, he did believe in the existence of a higher being, the blood-magic used against him in his youth evidence that something great and powerful existed in the world.

Yet Baelors story about the Children of the Forest, of being made the protector of the realm and the impending danger that Westeros would soon find itself in, was very hard to believe.

Whether he was telling the truth was hard to discern, everything he had just been told by the young Stark could have been a farce, a pre-made and pre-practised story to tell anyone who should happen across his secret, a secret that could very well result in his death.

The odds that Baelor was telling the complete truth where next to nothing, and yet Varys knew that his prisoner was an honorable and honest person. The kind of person who wouldn't say something if it wasn't at least partly true, and if, by chance, the things that he had said were actually the truth and the realm really was in danger, it was his duty to do everything in his power to help Baelor, no matter his fear and hatred of all things Magic.

If Baelor was the chosen one. The one who was destined to unite the Seven Kingdoms and save Westeros from an unknown enemy, then not only would it be the right thing to do to help him in any way he could, but it would also be personally beneficial to him to be at the side of the very person who was about to change the very fabric of society.

Still, there were questions that needed to be answered and plans that needed to be made, and it wouldn't be long before people started to question the whereabouts of his prisoner, he would have to speed things up if he wanted to avoid having his head adorn a spike

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"Whilst I am unable to ascertain the validity of your information, and I highly doubt you have revealed everything to me, I know that if what you say is true and your really did acquire your Magic from these so-called Children of the Forrest, then it would be in our best interest to work together, for the good of the realm" admitted Varys, his genial and cheerful disposition returned and at full force.

"You mean to tell me, that after taking the time to capture and interrogate me and not to mention your hatred of all things magic, that you want me to forgive you and for us to work together as if nothing had changed between us." said Baelor incredulously, wondering how a man could completely change his mind in such a small span of time.

"Tell me, Varys, Why would I do something as foolish as working with someone I know would turn against me at any given moment?" he asked, his expression wry with amusement at the sheer audacity of the bald-headed eunuch.

Knowing that Baelor was going to ask a question of this nature and that he would need to at least start to regain the trust of the young Stark, Varys rose from his seated position as his hand reached into his pocket and emerged with a small wrought iron key. Kneeling down on the cold stone floor, Varys was just about to put the key in the lock when his hand hesitated by natural instinct, unsure if it was a wise decision to be in the same room with someone who was able to do magic, especially as he had taken said person against their will.

By nature he was a very self-serving person, his first rule being that you never get oneself into a situation where you are at a disadvantage and are unable defend yourself against any and all who wish to cause you harm, and it seemed that he was about to go against one of his fundamental rules, a rule that he had lived for since his days as a mummer.

Hoping that he wasn't making a potentially dangerous mistake, and counting on the fact that his prisoner was known for being noble, honorable and level headed, he went against all that he believed in and removed the chains that bound his prisoner.

Baelor

As the chains fell away from his body, he quickly rolled to his right before jumping up onto the balls of his feet, before noticing that it was he who now held all of the power, and it was Varys who now lay defenseless and at his mercy.

Without even realizing it, he had positioned himself into a defensive stance, his hands raised and ready to use the powers gifted to him by the Children of the Forrest against the person who kidnapped him.

But just as quickly as he had gotten into the position he had already relaxed his body, realizing that neither his father nor his foster father, had raised him to be the sort of vicious person who attacked without thought. Not to mention the fact that it would be a very unwise move to attack someone who was privy to his most intimate secret, a secret that could be damaging should it make its way to the wrong ears.

Despite the fact that Varys had kidnapped him and locked him in a dungeon, both things that he would probably never be able to forgive him for, he knew that Varys spoke the truth. No matter how much he disliked Varys, he knew that the eunuch was very good at his job, knowing everything about everyone and having spies in every city in the known world, and someone with such a skill-set could be a valuable asset to have.

Although his relationship with Varys would never be the same again, the mere fact that he had released him despite knowing that he could be attacked at a moment's notice, did show him that Varys was at least trying to make up for what he had done.

Stepping towards his former friend, he stretched out his hand as a sign of friendship, smiling slightly when the powdery hand of the resident Spymaster made it into his own. Just as the eunuch was about to withdraw his hand, Baelor suddenly tightened his grip, preventing Varys from letting go.

Baelor's eyes took on an almost primal glint as he gazed into Varys's surprised face, his grin turning particularly predatory as he began to speak.

"Do you hereby swear to do your best to serve the continent known as Westeros to the fullest of your ability, to serve me as faithfully and justly as you do yourself, and to never again betraying me as you have done so here today. It is only after you have accepted these terms, that we can begin to rebuild our friendship".

Seeing no other option in regaining Baelors trust, Varys agreed to all that Baelor had said, his expression turning extremely worried when following his acceptance, a flash of red illuminated the dark room. Varys knew that whatever had just happened before his very eyes couldn't possibly end well for him.