Game of Thrones: New Era
Chapter 7 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Tyrion
The darkness of his cell did not make Tyrion Lannister's mood any better. He had lost track of how many days he had been imprisoned. He only knew that, by some miracle, he was still alive.
'Perhaps Jaime was telling the truth.' He thought to himself. 'I've certainly not been murdered, thanks to whoever is always outside that door...two of them, taking turns to guard me...From outside threats.'
It was true, he had overheard Jaime giving orders; had heard Jaime's promises, but hadn't believe them at the time. Now, instead of being taken out and simply executed, or murdered in his cell, he was protected, awaiting trial.
A trial Jaime promised would be fair and just, even if he had to keep badgering those determined to see him guilty until they gave in and did things properly.
Tyrion shook his head. 'Jaime is certainly a changed man; going to all the effort of doing this; having two members of the Kingsguard, new members no less, guard me to ensure I see my trial.'
He knew these two men took their duties seriously. Every meal brought before Tyrion, the one bringing it was made to taste it beforehand to prove it wasn't poisoned. Any who refused were threatened to either taste the meal, or leave before they were cut down.
Visitors, few as they were, were strongly regulated and thoroughly searched for weapons before being allowed in to see him. In all, despite his status as a prisoner, Tyrion noted that he was being well taken care of, thanks to his brother.
Still this did little to abate his anger.
'Jaime endeavours to help me, but it was Margaery Tyrell who put me here; it is father and Cersei who want me murdered before the trial.' He shook his head. 'I don't know what game they are playing, but I certainly don't appreciate being the piece of meat they all want to squabble over.'
He shook his head but then tensed when he heard something, it sounded like his guard was talking to someone. He stood up from the cold stone bed he had been sitting on, tense. He then heard the door unlocking and realized he had yet another visitor.
Something worried him however. 'That was far too short for this person to have been searched for weapons.'
So he waited, heart pounding like a drum as the door opened and said visitor entered, accompanied by the Kingsguard knight who had been guarding the cell. Tyrion was surprised when he saw his visitor.
"Varys, what are you doing here?"
The eunuch smiled calmly. "I simply came to visit Lord Tyrion, you are...detached from the rest of the land here. I thought you'd appreciate news of the outside."
Tyrion shook his head. "Oh really, and I am to trust this news, especially when you are the source. You could be hiding anything, weren't you searched?"
"Oh, Ser Kaleb and I have an...understanding." Varys remarked with a sideways glance at the knight.
It then dawned on Tyrion that Ser Kaleb Swann, was in fact working for Varys. Varys now had his own in, of all things, the Kingsguard.
Sweeping over to the bed, Varys sat down, Ser Kaleb remained by the door.
Tyrion sighed and shook his head. "I suppose I don't have much choice; very well, out with it."
Varys nodded slowly before then revealing. "Much has happened lately, we have conquered Dragonstone, now it seems the only Baratheon's left are, if we believe the late Stannis Baratheon, his daughter Shireen and King Roberts bastards. Only one full blooded Baratheon left."
"If you believe Stannis." Tyrion remarked; noting Varys' choice of words.
Varys nodded. "Yes; of course this victory is hardly noteworthy; especially as we are still at war, Robb Stark, as King in the North, has legitimized the eldest male bastard of King Robert, Gendry. The young man has acquired the aid of Stannis' former King's Men and allied with Robb Stark and the Riverlands...The Vale has now joined them and they have conquered the Westerlands."
"What?!" Tyrion gasped in shock. "But that, that's not possible, Casterly Rock is..."
Varys shook his head. "It is fallen, The Stormlands are rioting, forcing the Reach to turn to deal with them. Aside from those already here, the Dornish remain aloof, the Iron Islands seem to have been placated and now, it seems we face Gendry's army and the Starks again, this time coming here directly."
Tyrion groaned. "So what you're saying is, we are doomed."
"If that's the way you choose to look at it, there are...many paths open." Varys replied.
Tyrion narrowed his eyes, uncertain that he liked where this was going.
Still he wondered, what else was going on.
"Any more news?"
Varys nodded. "Just one thing, it would seem, one path has been closed… Daenerys Targaryen is dead, as are her dragons, her armies in ruin and now, they shall not return to Westeros."
Tyrion sighed; this certainly was perplexing and strange. Not to mention dangerous, what with a likely massive enemy army closing in on them and he knew Cersei would be crazy enough to demand battle, his father's pride would force him to give battle too.
He felt his earlier statement still applied but Varys' words stuck with him.
"What did you mean by, many paths?" He asked.
"Only that, the time may come when a choice needs to be made...The question is, which choice, and can you bear the consequences of that choice?" Varys replied. "When that time comes, you will know, then you must make your choice."
Tyrion shook his head. "More riddles, haven't you had enough of them, you certainly look like you have."
Varys looked sharply at Tyrion, but that did not deter from the fact Tyrion could see the eunuch's face looked drawn, slightly haggard, a greyish pallor to his skin.
"It is of no consequence Lord Tyrion, simply consider what I have said." Varys replied.
With that he stood and then left the cell. Ser Kaleb closed and locked the door. Tyrion sank back onto the bed, left to contemplate everything that Varys had just told him.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.