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It's not that I need saving. It's that I need to feel that I'm worth saving. There's a difference.
[Season 1-8]
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VARYS SAT AT AN ORNATE DESK, WRITING A LETTER ABOUT LYANNA AND JON'S TRUE HERITAGE. ONLY PARTIALLY VISIBLE, IT INCLUDED THE PHASES, '...IS NOT THE ONLY TARGARYEN LEFT, RHAEGAR AND LYANNA...' AND '....THEIR TWINS LIVE STILL, HIDDEN BY EDDARD STARK...' AND '....THEY ARE THE TRUE HEIRS TO THE IRON THRONE...."
There was a knock on the door, and Varys discreetly hid what he was writing. "Come in." The door opened, and a handmaiden, Martha, entered, sheepishly. "And?" Martha shook her head. "Nothing?"
"She won't eat." Martha quietly said.
Varys tapped the table rhythmically as he thought for a moment. "We'll try again at supper." He returned to writing.
"I think they're watching me." Martha told him, looking around the room.
"Who?" Varys asked.
"Her soldiers."
"Of course they are." Varys sighed. "That's their job." Varys extended his hand kindly. MArtha came closer and held onto him. "What have I told you, Martha?"
"The greater the risk, the greater the reward."
"Go on." Varys nodded at her. "They'll be missing you in the kitchen."
Martha left the room, and Varys went back to his letter.
Tyrion stood above the Dragonstone beach, watching as a boat was brought into shore. Jon walked from the boat to Varys.
"The Northern armies?" Varys asked Jon.
"Just crossed the Trident." Jon looked up to see Tyrion watching them. "They'll be at the walls of King's Landing in two days. How is she?"
"She hasn't seen anyone since we returned." Jon and Varys walked inland. "Hasn't left her chambers, hasn't accepted food."
"She shouldn't be alone." Jon shook his head.
"You're worried for her." Varys gave Jon a small smile. "I admire your empathy."
"Aren't you worried for her?" Jon asked him.
"I'm worried for all of us." Varys sighed. "They say every time a Targaryen is born, the gods toss a coin, and the world holds its breath."
"We're not much for riddles where I'm from." Jon let out a small laugh.
"We both know what she's about to do."
They both paused, and Jon sighed. "That's her decision to make. She's our queen."
"Men decide where the power resides, whether or not they know it." Varys and Jon continued to walk.
"What do you want?" Jon watched as Varys thought for a moment.
