The Hounds Dragon ***Sandor Clegane***

Tavern

"War is coming and you can't stop it Tyrion." I retort, while reading a scroll I got this morning.

"No, I can't stop it I'm the imp. You on the other hand-"

I look down at the man about to say something that would spoil the rest of my week: "I'm not leading my dragons into a war full of men with shit for brains... They can light themselves on fire."

"Then I'll just have to find my own fire."

"Yes..." I contemplate telling him about Cersei's victorious amounts of wildfire she still has in production, "Your sister has wildfire being made. Find where they make it and tell them to put it in your name. They'll go for it."

"You're a smart woman."

"Smarter than everyone else." I turn the corner, leading in the opposite direction of Tyrion, who looks at me walking down the hall, shoving the scroll down my pocket. Renly is dead. Which just crosses off another name on my list of kings I need to be gone. 

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I sit inside Varys' office. Waiting for him to arrive. He told me to be here, and he's not here.

I begin to get oddly comfortable in the stuffy office and relax in the chair, resting my crossed ankles on his desk. The door opens and I stay where I am. I have zero respect for this man. After all, we do have most of the same birds.

"Visenya Aerys Winter-Born Targaryen. First of her name. Lady of Dragons keep. Bringer Of Dragons, Protector of the North... Shall I go on?" Vary's says, walking from behind me and standing in front of his chair at his desk.

I sigh, "Why all the titles spider."

"Well, You're a valuable piece. Rich, powerful, pretty, Targaryen, and a princess."

 I take my feet from his table and sit up, "I am not a Princess. And yes I have money. What are you getting at?" 

"Your sister has no husband, and is in Qarth, asking for ships. You already have ships, an army, dragons, and loyalty. Your sister is missing a few of those."

"So I've heard."

"Which one told you?" Varys leans.

"Zamina. Which one told you?"

 The bald man searches for that name in his head just to find nothing, "Harvey. They were both Qarth?"

"Exactly right. Accept Zamina is Dothraki and is with little Dany all the time." I smirk, topping the eunuch. 

"Well, away from that. You've seen the skulls they hide in the dungeons, your dragon skulls. Targaryen property. They are tied to the keep. You can't get rid of them. Robert tried. Technically you could call claim to the throne and be Queen, with your Hound right beside you. You two would be murderous rulers but good ones."

I furrow my brows looking away from him trying to think if a bird told him that or if he just pays attention, "How do you know?"

"About you and the Clegane? It's obvious... Why do you think men haven't looked at you the entire time you've been South? Plus a bird named Ros told me he hasn't been to the brothel since your arrival." 

"Why are we talking about this." I croak and a smirk spreads across his face.

"I'm just reminding you that you aren't entirely impenetrable. And that you have a claim to the Iron throne. Better than everyone else's."

I stand and walk toward the door, "Thank Varys, I'll be sure to tell everyone about your cock, that was disintegrated."

"You won't"