She must die. The girl too, but the boy will live.
The story of Aegon VI, the son of Elia Martell and Rhaegar Targaryen. In the year 299, Aegon lands with 10,000 men of the Golden Company at Claw Point in the Crownlands, arriving at the Bay of Crab...
She must die. The girl too, but the boy will live.
His steps are always quiet, imperceptible, drowned in the surroundings, yet Varys now felt the thunderous sound of every step. The burden of responsibility walked with him, not giving him the peace and clarity he normally felt. Red walls, why red walls. He knew, red hides the unwanted, red hides the beast, red hides death, the mirror of the powerful who trample on the innocents of this world. The golden lion, draped in a red cloak, opened its jaws and stared at the dying three-headed black dragon with a hungry gaze. The dragon, who lost his red cloak, his right to be a beast, a right to live.
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Reluctantly, he looked at the city, tall towers of smoke spiraling towards the sky. A magnificent sight, the flames of the burning houses danced merrily on the floors of the smoke towers. The wails of thousands of victims brought Varys back to reality, this is not beauty, this is death and he could see the ruthlessness of Tywin Lannister painted on the horizon. Once, Varys respected the man, his skills as a leader and administrator, Tywin was a king who was not a king. No crisis was greater than him, no challenge swayed him, alone in his power to restrain Aerys. Also Aerys' biggest mistake, if only the king said yes to proposed marriage.
The rebellion would be doomed even before Jon Aeryn thought Robert should be a king of anything. Before the Lion of Casterly Rock, Moon Gate would not be an insurmountable obstacle. Instead of here, siege engines would now be targeting Winterfell, and the Arryns would be seeking mercy from their sky dungeon. But it wasn't meant to be, like many things that aren't meant to be.
It wasn't meant to be... and he returned to the cursed tournament again, more cursed than the haunted castle where it was held. Varys never hesitated, but the hesitation then was greater than Harrenhal himself. Should he have let the heir to the throne carry out his plan? And remove Aerys from throne. The prince scared him more than Aerys. Aerys Targaryen's madness was familiar to him, the same scourge that afflicted his predecessors. An evil that he, or the sharp mind of the King's Hand, could conceal, but, prince. His visits to ratched mage, the summoning of sorcerers, playing with forces that have no place in this world. He remembered a voice from the flames, a voice that would interrupt his every dream. The sorcerer called out and voice answered, in an evil and corrupt tongue.
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