"I am sorry Lord Varys, am I sitting in your spot?" he asked of the eunuch, perched as he was atop the Master of Whispers bed, having gained entrance to his chambers via the secret passageway below. He had spent the last week or so exploring these intricate secret corridors and rooms that riddled the Red Keep, Maegors Holdfast and the general environs of the Kings Landing.
An excellent resource to be aware of and to utilize, especially for one such has him, who did not need any illumination to see in the pitch darkness of these tunnels and spaces.
With Baelish bound to him totally, and with his work on sculpting the memories and wishes. of Ser Barristan Selmy to better accord with what he desired, he now needed to acquire the services of the Master of Whispers. In time he would turn all of those he needed to his service, enthralling them as required, so that he could secure his position as the secret power behind the throne, though as to who actually sat upon the throne he would have to see.
King Robert was unfit, his heir even worse, and his second son a milksop, not that he could work with what he was given, he could if needed 'puppet' any of them to do his bidding. But the Baratheon hold on the Iron Throne was weak, propped up by Lannister gold. And the problems with the legitimacy of Robert's supposed children with his Queen Cersei would be a problem he would rather not deal with.
Which was why he was of the opinion that the two remaining Targaryen's in Essos would fit his requirements perfectly. And hence why he needed Varys.
"And who might you be?" enquired the eunuch, raising an eyebrow in inquiry at him, for a man with no balls he certainly betrayed no fear at seeing him sitting there.
"I am Faethor Ferenczy, but in private like this, you will call me master!" he hissed, his mind darting out to capture that of the stunned Master of Whispers, whose face twisted in shock before going completely slack as his power flooded the Master of Whispers mind.
He commanded Varys like a puppet to sit on the floor and he began his work, the sure to be long process of converting Varys into a thrall of his.
He let a sigh escape his mouth, it was finally done, the memories, emotions and desires of Varys, the Master of Whispers had been reforged into something that would do to serve him in complete faith and loyalty.
He had learned a great many things from the Master of Whispers mind, many things that he would never have suspected, and he was faintly impressed by the levels of duplicity and treachery that this ballless fucker was capable.
Satisfied he gazed towards the shuttered window, dawn was just breaking, it was time to retreat via those oh so handy tunnels to his rooms in Baelish's brothel. And he would reward himself with a new and as yet untried whore to wet his cock for the rest of the day, yes that was a splendid idea,
"Varys?"
"Yes master?" came the reply from the Master of Whispers.
"Baelish is also a creature of mine, but you and he are to continue your.... apparent opposition to each other, at least in public, is that understood?"
"Master, Baelish, Baelish is, he is untrustworthy!"
"He may have been previously, but he belongs to me, just as you do. Do not forget that. Now to business, Lady Lysa Arryn will soon poison her husband, and this will send King Robert on a jaunt to the North to bestow the gift of the Hand of the King on his best friend Ned Stark."
"He will likely also demand the Lady Sansa's hand in marriage for Prince Joffrey."
"Most likely Varys, most likely, it amazes me that the buffoon cannot see that Cersei has been giving him the horns all these years!"
"The, the 'horns" master?"
"Cuckholding him Varys, fucking her brother and passing off their offspring as the Kings.
"Ah yes, quite..."
"It will be to my advantage that Ned Stark is in Kings Landing, Baelish assures me of this, for it may stay the hands of the Northern lords. I will have to deal with the Kings brothers. though, they will be problematical....
"Lord Stannis is as unbending as he is foolish, and Lord Renly as foolish as he is....fond of the male member..."
"Nevertheless, both will have to be disposed of, come what may."
"Jamie and Tywin Lannsiter?"
"I will have to deal with those lions, but never fear Lord Varys, your master will take care of them."
"As you wish" Varys bowed his head in supplication.
"The girl, princess Daenerys, she is not to be sold for an army for Viserys, is that clear?"
"My, Master?"
"I want the girl preserved, I do not want her sold off to some horse lord!" He had gotten this information direct from Varys's mind, and it was not in accordance with his wishes. For he had a particular penchant for the silver haired cunny of those of the old blood and he was keen to taste of the cunt of his youngest of the last of the legendary Dragon Lords. Viserys he cared little for as there was another and altogether better option he had seen in the hidden depths of the mind of the Master of Whispers.
"I will see to it at once" Varys replied smoothly, his compadre the cheesemonger would probably not be best pleased by this new development, but his master commanded it, so he had no choice but to carry out his masters orders.
"I, I assume you will wish for the girl to marry Prince Viserys?"
"Maybe, maybe not, she might well do as the bride for that Blackfyre bastard who thinks he is the son of the late Rhaegar Targaryen that you are hiding on that boat that plys the Rhoyne..."
"Indeed master, that might be a better plan, Aegon has been trained his whole like to be a King, he has the better claim than Prince Viserys after all."
"Yes" his master smiled, revealing far too many teeth that were hardly shaped like those of a man, looking for all the world like those of some shark.
"Things are in motion Varys, be on the lookout for anything that could spoil the return of the dragons."
"Yes master."
With that he stood up, levered up the bed platform and disappeared downwards into the tunnels, not needing any light to guide him, and he had memorized the route he needed to take so after nigh on a hour he emerged back into the Brothel that was Baelish's so called flagship premises, rather dusty and dirty.
He called for a bath and luxuriated in its warmth, his mind restless and scheming. Ser Barristan's transformation was coming along nicely, and he was steadily working his way through the household knights of the Red Keep and its guard coteries to implant loyalty to him when the time came. Well to all intents and purposes loyalty to House Targaryen, but in reality to him and him alone.
This plan had first come to him while he was in Essos, and the more he had thought on it the more it had appealed to him. He had studied the recent history of Westeros in detail, often stolen from the very minds of sailors, merchants, knights and lords who were visiting Essos, and he was confident enough that his unique powers would give him the advantages that he needed.
He would eliminate the Baratheon brothers, have Lady Lyssa Arryn under his control, if King Robert acted as Baelish expected he would then the King would bring the Lord of the North to Kings Landing. That would give him leverage over that realm, the Riverlands were every fractious and with their connection to Ned Stark might decide to sit out the return of the Dragons. The Reach would be loyal, probably with the promise of the daughter of Lord Mace Tyrell being made Queen.
He was sure that the girl and her family would come to Kings Landing after the reinstatement of the Targaryen's, in fact he would make sure of it, a lavish coronation would attract all the noble Houses to Kings Landing. There would be a veritable cornucopia of nubile daughters for him to enjoy and spoil to his hearts content, something he was very much looking forwards to
Dorne would support him so long as he cast down House Lannister, well Lord Tywin in particular, something which he was looking forwards to, the perilous state of the crown's finances would be fully restituted by House Lannister paying up the shortfall.
Baelish's numerous swindles and scams would have to cease when he became King, and those monies stolen from the throne returned. And maybe them Lord Baelish would sadly be disposed of as a traitor to the Iron Throne, a crook who had swindled and stolen a truly obscene amount of coin.