Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 90 - He is not my problem.

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Third Person POV.
Kingsland.

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There came a time when no one was sure about the future anymore. A crisis had settled over the capital of Westeros, and no one knew what could happen after everything that was unfolding in this city.

On one side, there was a monster on the loose, terrorizing everyone. Every day since it appeared, corpses were found scattered throughout various locations in the city, especially those of the guards. This caused the city's patrol to decrease drastically, no longer even being able to control what the city's population was debating among themselves.

However, even criminals did not dare to go out at night, for the monster hunted them as well, seeming to sense their crimes, as many known and unknown criminals were found in the same state as the guards.

At the same time, rumors about the prince's questionable birth continued to spread, and with the guard being less efficient, they only intensified. The loss of the Iron Throne itself—something that had never happened in nearly 300 years—took the situation to an even more absurd level. As people observed the chaos in King's Landing, all kinds of speculations arose, involving the Old Gods and even the Seven.

The High Septon, along with the devout, continued to defend the prince, claiming that the Stark bastard could be involved in everything.
"He is a sorcerer with dark magic and a declared enemy of the Seven!" some said.

Many believed these rumors, which generated even more discord. Meanwhile, Lord Stark remained imprisoned, seen by some as one of those involved in the events, and even theories about the Northern march began to emerge. Finally, the Northerners were leaving Moat Cailin, where all the banners of the North had gathered, advancing into the Riverlands—this was the news of the past few days.

War had finally descended upon Westeros since the Greyjoy Rebellion.

The Lannister army had also been summoned and was invading the lands of House Tully. Since Tywin Lannister had ordered his warhound to devastate villages and terrorize the people of the Riverlands, the war had only intensified with the arrival of the Lannister army, with none other than Gregor Clegane, the Mountain, leading these atrocities.

By this point, Westeros was already disturbed on all sides. News of the strange events in King's Landing reached every corner of the Seven Kingdoms, and even before the king's death, there was already talk of what had happened and the reputations of all the council's masters being shattered, while the bastard of the former Hand of the King was the main suspect. There were even accusations that Jon Snow had gravely wounded the king, leaving him to die in his bed, and then turned into a beast so that Lord Stark could take the realm for himself. For most, it all seemed like an invented fantasy; for others, it was a sign that the gods were interfering.

Either way, this day was particularly difficult for Lord Eddard Stark. Once again, he found himself in a cold, dark cell, though he could still see that it was daytime—until he received a visitor.

None other than Varys, the Master of Whispers.

The eunuch emerged from the shadows, observing Eddard with interest.

"I hope your stay here has been satisfactory, Lord Stark," he said, as the prisoner lifted his tired gaze to him.

"Is this some kind of joke, Lord Varys?" Eddard asked, his voice laden with irony.

Varys merely forced a small smile before responding.
"I am not mocking your situation, Lord Stark," he remarked. "I am here only for a small conversation. It may be the last one we have in this city."