The Northern Dragon

CH 27: DRACARYS (PART 2)

- King's Landing -

"Is he very large?"

"Not larger than usual, apparently."

So many days had gone by and this topic still managed to become the center of many conversations in King's Landing. Even the dickless Varys and his new associate Ros, one of Littlefinger's prostitutes, began their very important conversation with this topic.

Varys was surprisingly amazed, "And yet, they said he was..."

"Extraordinary." finished Ros, tugging the corners of her shawl, "The most extraordinary man they've ever had. And they've had a lot of men."

"We are talking about the same Podrick? The quiet boy in Lord Tyrion's service?" Varys could hardly believe it, but Ros only continued to nod to confirm that it was the same person. "Seems a bit simple? What did he do to them?"

"I don't know, my lord. The girls are usually quite descriptive."

"So what did they say?"

"They said it was hard to describe."

Varys hummed, grinning slightly. He rose from his seat, pouring wine for Ros alone. "Huh. Prodigies appear in the oddest of places. And what did Littlefinger say about this loss of income?"

Ros took the glass, the red liquid inside stirring, "He was too preoccupied to notice. He's leaving for the Eyrie soon. I'm helping him prepare for his journey."

"Ah, yes, to pursue his enduring love of the Lady Arryn and the title that comes with her. Sad, really. Is that all it takes to make our friend lose interest in poor Sansa Stark?"

"He hasn't spoken to her since the last time, as far as I know. But I don't think he's lost interest." the corners of Ros's lips arched higher, her head tilted to the side.

Varys frowned, "What makes you say so?"

Ros took out a scroll that was tied with a red cloth and gave it to Varys, "His shipboard inventory."

"You can read." Varys let out a gasp, "Rare for a woman in your profession."

"Former profession."

"Of course." Varys looked over the paper. There was food and wine. Expensive clothes and other such items. Everything was quite normal for a man who enjoyed living extravagantly and who had a position such as Lord Baelish. "I'm missing something obvious you're about to point out?"

"Two featherbeds. He's bringing two featherbeds for the cabin."

Varys lowered the scroll in realization, "Who is important enough to Littlefinger to merit a featherbed, beside Littlefinger?" As extravagant as Littlefinger was, that was only when it came to himself. For everyone else, he was stingy as hell. "Could he be bringing one of his girls?"

"He's not interested in them, my lord."

"How do you know?"

"Because I'm one of his girls."

"Prodigies in odd places indeed." That was an understatement. A timid virgin who brought pleasure like never before to three experienced women and a prostitute who was never educated and trained on anything other than bed matters yet understood certain things better than a knowledgeable spy.

Ros left shortly after and Varys locked the door behind her. "You may come out now, my lord."

The curtains against the wall rustled and from it came Michael who had been hiding in a secret room. His expression not only showed his anger but also his disgust toward Littlefinger. "She's a child, for Heaven's sake. Hmph. He really can do anything to get what he wants."