~~A few months earlier then the other chapters~~
I was sitting on a chair next to the iron throne in kings landing admiring the tons and tons of swords forged into the big chair. Forged by Aegon Targaryen's dragon and made of the swords of his enemies. I admired every single detail until there was nothing left to admire. It was just so... Beautiful but unsettling. The uncomfortableness was clearly visible and it was just so amazing. I suddenly heard footsteps come into the echoey marble room. I turn my head to see Lord Varys walking over to me.
"Unsettling isn't it?" He speaks with his golden cloak hiding both his hands as they hold together in front of his stomach.
Before I speak he talks again, "forged out of thousands of blades of the enemies of Aegon the conquerer and his two sister wives. They say the targaryens married their siblings to keep the bloodlines real. Never really understood it but it seems quite real."
"Real? ... Real?" I question him. "What is real? What is not? It's all a question of the persons perspective. For Instants a 2 year old may think dragons still exist because of the stories. Because the child believes dragons are real." By now varys looks absolutely confused.
"I suppose you have a point. And we will need to talk about this later. But now we must attend the small council meeting." Varys smirks and walks off to the tower of the hand. With me following behind.
We walk into the small council room and sit down in each of our chairs. Lord Varys next to me, and Maester Pycel next to Varys and across from us was Cersei Lannister and Renly Baratheon, Roberts Younger Brother. When all of the sudden The King walks in and we all stand up and stay standing up until Robert sits down.
"Jon Arryn is dead. Which means we need a new hand of the king. My suggestion is Ned Stark. My best friend. We can ride to Winterfell and I can invite him myself in person." Robert says speaking to his council. Cersei rolls her eyes:
"His honor will get him killed one day, I'm sure of it." Cersei says while Robert looks at her like 'fuck you'.
"Perfect idea, your grace. You may join your houses aswell, marry his eldest daughter to your eldest son, Joffrey." I say while thinking of how much pain Sansa Stark is going to suffer if she marries that boy.
"Alright then! It's settled. Send Winterfell a raven about our ride to Winterfell and about Jon Arryn's death." Robert commands Varys before standing up and walking out if the room.
I look at Cersei, "is something wrong My Queen?" I ask her as Varys, Renly and maester Pycel walk out of the room.
"Sansa stark better treat Joffrey right if she wants her head on her shoulders by the time they get married."
"Well for that to happen, Joffrey must treat her good as any as well.."
"Lord Liam Baelish, are you suggesting that my son is not respectful to women?"
"If that was what I was suggesting then, wow I'm smarter than I look." I say as I grab the great book of coins and walk out of the room with a smirk on my face.
