Game of Thrones season 7 fanfiction

TYRION

"As much as your visits please me Varys, I think you should pay heed to someone else than me," Tyrion Lannister said. "People might get the wrong feeling."

Leaning against the grey wall, Varys chuckled. "Oh, what a beautiful idea that is. The dwarf and the eunuch. Better than those dry old tales of princes and princesses."

Tyrion fluffed the pillow on his featherbed and placed his head on it. "I still find it intriguing. Why do you visit me so often?"

"You're the only amusing person around, to be honest. The Tyrells are too grim, the Martells quick tempered and Queen Daenerys spends hours and hours staring at the map of Westeros."

Tyrion got up and walked to the window. "Are you happy with all the strategies she is making?" Salty ocean wind hit him in the face as he opened the window.

"It appears to me you're not," Varys replied. "I never assumed you'd fret about Cersei so much."

"The battle against Cersei doesn't frighten me one bit," Tyrion declaimed. "It's what comes and after."

"And what is it, my lord," Varys asked innocently.

Tyrion let out an exasperated sigh. "Jon Snow."

"Why is he a concern of yours?"

"Our queen plans to evade the north after she is done with the south."

"Yes," Varys replied.

Tyrion Lannister shut the window. "Not the most perfect move in my opinion. I have lived northeners, Varys. They are proud people. Believe me, the last thing you want to do is disrupt their tranquillity."

"We do have dragons," the eunuch replied. "Enough fire to melt the frozen folk."

"Dragons can be killed with good steel," Tyrion affirmed. "And when a northerner wields it, not even a giant beast can take him down."

Varys chortled. "You're exaggerating it."

Tyrion ignored him. "Jon Snow would have been much better as an ally than a foe. Someone to guard the north for our queen while she rules the south. "

"But would the boy have accepted us an ally?"

"Why would he deny us?" Tyrion stated. "The north has always needed men to face snarks and grumkins and whatever prowls beyond the Wall."

He walked to table next to his bed and poured himself a cup of wine. "To be honest, I've always felt sympathy towards the bastard. Raised in a high family but still treated like scum. No mother's love.... Father not giving enough attention..."

Varys suppressed a laugh.

Tyrion cast him a piercing look. "Your sense of humour is highly appalling."

"I did not mean it, my lord," Varys apologized. "But for some reason I never thought that Jon Snow was Ned Stark's son."

"Balderdash," Tyrion muttered sipping his wine. The swill was strong. It brought tears to his eyes.

"Ned never seemed to like a man who would lie with another woman," the eunuch confessed. "But then again, he was young. And youth makes a person do the most fatuous things."

Hours later, after Tyrion had filled his belly with a million cups of wine and retched them up, they found themselves back in the Painted chamber for the final small council meeting.

"We wish to fight in the vanguard," Ellaria Sand claimed.

Tyrion leaned to the left and whispered in the Spider's ear, "This calls for trouble." Varys gave him a stiff nod.