Chapter 48
Chapter 48
Illyrio was furious.
For good reason too.
And his partner-in-crime knew it.
“What were we even thinking?! We knew just what Connington was like! And his inclinations! Right from the very start! And we… no you still trusted him with my son! My only child! So now what?! What are we to do Varys?!!!”
The eunuch had the decency to look embarrassed.
“Illyrio…cousin…”
“DON’T YOU DARE ‘COUSIN’ ME!!!”
“Illyrio… we don’t know what really happened. All that we do is that Connington was found pants-down in their home with seven stab wounds. Nothing else. The house was cleared of all valuables, which was just as likely to be Aegon as some band of thieves. We just have to find him. That’s all.”
“SO WHY IS HE STILL MISSING?!!! WHY DID YOU ONLY NOTICE HE WAS GONE AFTER THREE DAYS??? WHAT KIND OF MASTER OF WHISPERERS ARE YOU?!!! WHAT WERE YOUR ‘LITTLE BIRDS’ EVEN DOING?!!! SLEEPING???” Illyrio was vibrating with rage. Purple faced and almost frothing at the mouth at that point.
“We will find him. He is but a boy. Where could he have possibly gone anyway? He hasn’t left the city. Because if he did, I would have been notified immediately. Especially considering my presence in Essos at this point in time. And the ‘Little Birds’? The ones too foolish to notice his disappearance? The ones too short-sighted to perform their duties? Well… They wouldn’t have any duties again. Ever.”
“Fine. You better hope that he is found soon. Otherwise, our plans will definitely be completely ruined… How is the Targaryen girl going anyway? Is everything according to plan?”
“Not quite.” Varys looked as if he swallowed something sour.
“How so?” Illyrio was genuinely confused. He remembered the quivering but pretty shade that flinched at any sudden movements after all. So alike Rhaella. Perfect for their long-term plans. The Horse Lord was meant to break her in even further, to the point where she wouldn’t lift her eyes off the ground without permission. A perfect Queen. A perfect mother. One that wouldn’t dare to ask questions or argue. Ever.
“It seems that instead of being satisfied with a subservient hole to fuck, Drogo preferred his ‘wife’ willful. And encouraged her emerging bad habits. It was nothing some breaking-in wouldn’t fix. But unlike what was expected, instead of losing her anchor and support with her husband’s and child’s deaths, she grew defiant instead. Willful enough that much of her ‘husband’s’ Khalasar chose to follow her instead of his Bloodriders.” Varys was gritting his teeth at that point.
“That indeed sounds like a problem. But nothing an encounter with some Slavers and a few moons ‘working’ in a brothel couldn’t fix.” Illyrio was confused. His friend and cousin was never hesitant to act on these kinds of things. He certainly didn’t need to be told what to do. Breaking in defiant girls was barely of any problem in Essos. Or in Westeros for that matter. You just had to know the right people.
“That isn’t all of it. The little bitch has hatched some dragons.”
“WHAT?!!! How???”
“I was hoping you could tell me the HOW?!!! Were the eggs we prepared not fossilized? Were they not just a joke? A gag gift to show the Targaryens what they could have had but never will??? And although they couldn’t have known, there was certain irony in ‘gifting’ them their own eggs. Their own eggs that wouldn’t and couldn’t be hatched?!” Varys’s anger in his hate for anything unexplainable and ‘magical’ was perfectly understandable given the nature of the origins of his ailment.
“But that’s what they were! The very same eggs no Targaryen, or Blackfyre for that matter could hatch for centuries! What are we even to do now?...”
“I know not cousin. I know not. But one thing is for certain, nothing is going the way we had planned. Perhaps getting close to the girl that fashions herself ‘Queen’ would be the wisest move at the moment…”