'You will be pleased to know that our mutual friend is doing quite well in lady sansa's service.' Varys said to tyrion.
'Good,' Tyrion answered 'one of my better ideas.'
'And it seems the grandmaster has found himself into a black cell? Well played my Lord hand but should I be worried? Slynt and now Pycelle the small council grows smaller every day.'
'Counselors have a reputation for serving past tense poorly. I don't mean to follow ned stark to the grave.' Tyrion told him.
'Power is a curious thing my Lord. Are you fond of riddles?'
'Why am I about to get one?'
'Three great men sit in a room a king a priest and a rich man between them stand a common sell sword each great man lets the sell sword kill the other two. Who lives and who dies?' varys questioned him.
'Depends on the sell sword' Tyrion told him.
'It doesn't, he's neither Crown, nor gold, nor favor with the gods.' Varys told him.
'He has a sword the power of life and death.' Tyrion went on.
'But if it's swordsman who rule why do we pretend kings have all the power?' varys questioned.
'Bronn would certainly like that.' Tya answered coming in, Tyrion froze glass to his lips, how much had she heard?
'Hello my dear.' Varys said smiling over at her.
"Varys, lovely to see you. What are you and my brother scheming out now?' tay questioned sitting next to tyrion, she could sense the tension filling his small frame.
'Death.' Varys told her. 'who holds the power.' Tya nodded picking a grape from the table and popping itin her mouth. 'When Ned stark lost his head who is truly responsible? Joffrey? The executioner or someone else?' Varys questioned.
'I've decided I don't like riddles.' tyrion said
'Power resides where men believe it lies' Varys informed him 'It's a trick, a shadow on the wall and a very small man can cast a very large shadow.' Tya nudged him.
'thank you, I understood that.' Tyrion told her.
'just checking, sometimes things go over your head,' she said giggling lightly.
'ha, ha. Thank you beloved sister.' Varys couldn't help but chuckle as well. "it seems Bronn is rubbing off on you.' Tyrion remarked and Tya nearly choked on her grape. 'I was only teasing,' Tyrion said patting at her back. She washed down her cough before turning back to Tyrion her face red. 'you alright?'
'yes, sorry... excuse me Lord varys, brother...'
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Lioness // Ser Bronn // GoT
Fanfiction"Land, riches, women. Plus the eternal glory and gratitude." Bronn informed Tyrion "I can get you that. My father may not be eternally grateful but I assure you, my sister will be" ⚔️ Tyrions twin sister has caught the eye of a certain sell sword. ...
