This is story I have been dying to write for years... a no one rising to something in this Nepotism riddled world.


Jaymes- Age Eleven- Three years before Episode One

The Fever and lack of food burned through Jaymes harshly, dying on the streets of Kingslanding by the river of literal shit he knew he was going to meet his end. No matter how much he wanted to live, to survive...

"Help... please... help." He called out, croaked in anguish. Nothing came of his yelling, no one heard or cared for a single dead boy in Kingslanding. Closing his eyes, tears fell down his face. "If there are any gods... please help me."

The laughter he heard then drew him, to see a caravan moving through the street with a wealthy looking man at it's helm. He was tall and broad, with waves of fat. Jaymes almsot cackled, knowing who he was in an instant.

"The Fallen Maester, Melvin... known for drinking wildly and healing with a Maester's knowledge." Smiling, he knew what he had to do. Slowly, he managed to lift himself off of the ground, slinking toward the man in question. "I will survive." He vowed.

Following the man from the shadows, he found himself waiting until the man left the caravan to enter a brothel, one of many on this strip of street. Before anyone coudl stop him Jaymes broke into the back of the caravan, past it's gauze curtains and started to dig into the man's boxes and cupboards. "There has to be something, anything that can help me survive..." Shivering, sweating from this merest effort, he looked through blurry eyes to find anything that could help...

Frustrated, and knowing he only had so much time, he grabbed an entire box full of elixirs and ran off, thankful it was dark out and no one would notice... besides, this part of Kingslanding was a shithole, people expected theft...

Soon, he found himself, in the sewers, knowing them from past experiences with theft.

Sadly, he made it made fifteen feet before something changed in his body and he fell to his knees, coughing up a thin stream of blood. The world swayed like he was on a boat.

"No... please... I was so close..." And then everything went dark, the world a thick syrup of shadow.

The soft coolness of a wet clothe on hsi head slowly woke him from the shadows. His eyes barely managed to focus on a man patting his head. He was thick and well robed, smelling of soft perfume. His head had no ounce of hair, he looked like a priest almost had it not been for the falseness he felt about him. " I thought you would not make it, I was quite distressed. Tell me, young man, what pressed you to steal from Melvin like that? So openly?"

Too tired and weak to argue, he sighed. "I was going to die, I did what I needed to."

That seemed to be the right answer. "When was the last time you ate?"

"It's been three days."

"Then come, eat." He helped the boy sit up, who realized he was in a comfortable, soft downy bed. At his side was a table, and on it was warm soup and bread and cheese. "Please, enjoy yourself."

He turned to the man, suspicion in his heart. " Who are you?"

"I am Varys, Master of Whispers... and you, my dear boy, are likely to become my newest Little Bird... if you would like."

"What does that mean?" He sat up straighter, knowing exactally who this man was, everyone did in Kingslanding.

"I mean, you would work for me, gathering what little bits of information you can gather and giving it to me in return for coin, a place to stay and more. I always reward my little birds."

'Meaning you enslave us through debt and expect something in return... fine, I will give in, but I belong to myself, not you.' Smiling as he had for his cruel father, subservient and almost dumb, he said. "I will do what I must... my Lord."

"I am no Lord, little bird. Now, can you read?"

The boy nodded. "My father was a builder, my mother's family were once wealthy merchants. Though we are in dissaray, I can still read."

"Good, that will help us significantly..."

He leaned in. "Sir, could I work with you? Directly I mean, like a Page for a Knight? You saved my life, and gave me this amazing chance, to actually live... I can behave, and grow and learn and be whatever I need to."

The man blinked, then smirked. "I think I am going to enjoy you, none of my little birds have ever asked me such a thing. None saw themselves in such a state... worthy or not. Hmm... very well, I will allow you to work for me directly, but there are risks for such a move. People will question you, suspect you. You must see yourself acting in perfect behavior."

"I will, I am used to that with my father's temper."

"Very well... but remember, what I give I can take away..."

He nodded. "That is a notion I am very, very familar with."


Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.

This was a joy to write.

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.