"It began with fire, it will end with fire." Varys, The Spider.
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When Jon Connington, Varys, and Aegon entered the Throne Room, they saw a tall young man sitting on the Iron Throne holding a sword. The young man's purple eyes stared at them with a calm, silent, but undeniably powerful gaze.
Jon Connington reacted the most strongly, he took a step back as if seeing a ghost. However, he soon calmed down and knew it was Aenar before him.
There was no doubt, Aenar was Rhaegar's son. Which was obvious, even without knowing the young man before him.
"Kneel." Aenar said calmly as he looked at the three people before him. His eyes were focused on Aegon, who walked with the aid of a crutch, as half of his leg was gone.
Looking at his burned and ugly appearance, Aenar knew that Balerion was not gentle and really almost killed the young man. If it weren't for Daenerys, Aegon would have been devoured by the black dragon.
Jon and Varys knelt, but Aegon stared fixedly at Aenar, as if lost in thought. He awoke from his state when one of the Sardaukar rudely forced him, making his wounds start to hurt again.
Aegon furiously looked at the soldier who dared to make him kneel. He was a prince, the king's brother, not a damned commoner!
Jon was furious about this and looked at the soldier with a cold gaze and said coldly. "This is the king's brother, not something you can treat rudely!!!"
A heavy sigh echoed in the Throne Room, drawing everyone's attention. The soldier looked at Jon with disdain and walked away with firm steps, not bothering to look at the man a second time.
"Jon Connington." Aenar looked at the man with a look of pity. Jon was a loyal man, he was intelligent, but the love he felt for Rhaegar blinded him to the possibility that Aegon was a fraud.
"Your loyalty will be rewarded." Aenar said in a calm and firm tone. The man before him truly lost a lot for House Targaryen. "But, before that you have to understand that my brother was killed."
Aenar's calm words echoed throughout the place, making Jon's eyes widen and he looked at Aenar with confusion. "Your Grace, you should know more than anyone that Aegon may be alive, as well as Princess Rhaenys." He said in a calm tone, he was already ready to tell everything he knew to make Aenar accept Aegon as his brother.
Aenar did not answer and looked at Varys, who was kneeling with a calm and gentle gaze, as if death was not something frightening.
"Do you want me to speak or you?" Aenar changed his position on the Iron Throne and spoke in a calm tone, without any animosity, but whether Varys, Jon or Aegon felt as if a stone was crushing their chest.
Varys immediately recognized the disgusting smell of magic in the air, he raised his head and looked at the young man sitting on the Iron Throne. Those purple eyes stared at him as if he knew all his secrets.
"I will speak, Your Grace." Varys said in a gentle tone as he abnormally rubbed his hands. There was no fear or terror in his expression, even knowing that he would not leave this hall alive.
"Illyrio and I were ambitious and arrogant young men, we wanted to change the world, I with my countless little birds and Illyrio being a Magister of Pentos." Varys spoke with a slightly nostalgic tone, remembering the times he was young.
"But we went our separate ways. I served your grandfather, Aerys, and Illyrio became Magister of Pentos with my help. I thought our friendship would become distant, but he sent me a letter, stating that his wife was the last female descendant of Daemon Blackfyre's lineage." When Varys finished speaking, Jon and Aegon looked at Varys with incredulous and horrified looks.
In particular, Jon Connington guessed what was happening and turned deathly pale. His head buzzed strongly as the world seemed to abnormally deform.
"Impossible... you promised... you said he was his son... no... that's impossible..." Incredulous, desolate, and disheartened murmurs escaped Jon's lips.
Aegon simply looked at Varys with a dead fish stare, as if he were just a walking corpse.
Varys didn't care about their reaction and continued speaking. "I'll spare you the details, but as you can imagine, I tried to create a good king for the people."
"A good king for the people..." Aenar chewed the word in his mouth before spitting it out with a touch of sarcasm.
"An ambitious plan, but full of flaws, especially with my existence interrupting your plans." Aenar said in a calm tone, looking at the Eunuch who had good intentions.
But, as a king, he knew more than anyone how selfish kings were. Varys's plan could work, but never forever. When the people finally became stronger, what would Aegon do?
Would he dialogue with the people to solve the problems? If he did that, people would think he was weak and would be even more greedy for power.
Would he attack? Massacre all rebels, eliminating threats to his throne?
Honestly, seeing Aegon, Aenar estimated that it would be the second option. He would kill everything and everyone to stay on the Iron Throne. So, Varys's plan was full of flaws and many variables.
"You must understand more than anyone how the people are treated by the nobles." Varys spoke in a harsh and calm tone, he looked at the king who was raised as a bastard knowing that the king would understand his thoughts.
"Regardless of whether I understand or not, you will die for the act of treason." Aenar said, looking coldly at the Eunuch. "But, you are right about something, the greed and exploitation of the nobles are a disease that I will eradicate."
A glimmer of relief shone in Varys's eyes. He was not afraid to die, only regretted not seeing the future Aenar spoke of.
"Do you have anything to say, Aegon, Leader of House Blackfyre." Aenar looked at Aegon and asked in a calm tone. As stated earlier, he harbored no animosity towards the young man.
The boy was just a pawn on a large chessboard.
Aegon's dead eyes looked at Aenar. He didn't know what to say for a long time, but the question he asked surprised Aenar himself.
"Did Daenerys ever like me?"
Aenar looked strangely at Aegon, he really didn't expect him to love Daenerys to the point of asking that before him. As Daenerys's husband, he should have been furious, but he only felt pity for the boy.
"Like? I'd say you were entertainment for her to watch, imagine a troupe of dwarves, you were the dwarf while she laughed at your antics. That is, you were nothing in her eyes but a random laugh in her life." Aenar himself didn't know how much damage he had caused the young man, but if this were a game, the red numbers on Aegon's head would show critical damage.
If before Aegon's will to live was little, at this moment, there was no longer any point in living.
Aenar looked at Varys, as if asking. "Did you really want a lovesick idiot to be king?"
Varys was speechless, in a moment of life and death, Aegon really asked about love?
Remembering Illyrio's letters, stating that the boy would be the best king Westeros had seen, Varys really wanted to open his old friend's head and see what was inside.
"Your Grace, I have a request." Jon looked at Aegon with a determined gaze. He looked at Aenar and spoke loudly.
"Aegon was just a pawn, just like me." Jon said desperately. "He may be an impostor, but he is my son... I raised him as my flesh and blood. In exchange for my life, spare his life."
Aenar remained silent, he looked at Jon and then at Aegon, who looked at Jon with wide eyes. Only Varys sighed, he didn't know if his sigh was of sadness or regret.
However, before Aenar could answer, Varys drew a dagger and pierced Aegon's neck. The soldiers immediately immobilized Varys on the ground while Aegon drowned in his own blood.
"Nooooooooooooo." A desolate scream echoed in the throne room. Jon Connington desperately tried to stop the bleeding, but it was useless. Varys was an experienced assassin, how could he miss an attack from so close?
"Father- sorry..." As he drowned in his own blood, a trace of relief appeared on Aegon's face as he looked at the man who desperately tried to save his life.
Varys looked at the king and saw a calm expression, he didn't seem surprised by the events. "When Aegon dies by my hands, Your Grace doesn't have to worry about rumors of having killed his own brother."
"Consider this my apology for causing so much damage to your family, even if such an act is not a big deal." Varys said in a calm tone as he heard Jon Connington's whimpering.
Aenar calmly looked at Varys and did not answer. He would really kill Aegon regardless of Jon's words, but Varys really saved him a few days of headaches.
After all, with Varys's extremely bad reputation, everyone would just think that what Varys did was normal. It was in the nature of the Spider to kill its prey.
Sighing, Aenar calmly looked at the miserable Jon Connington holding Aegon's dead body. "Take Varys to Caraxes and let him die in what he fears most, fire."
Aenar declared Varys's death without any feeling of relief or other feeling. As Varys himself had said, the pain he caused House Targaryen could never be compensated.
Aenar simply ordered Varys to die by what he feared most.
Fire.
Varys's face turned pale at the king's words, but he did not beg for his life or try to break free. He just spoke in a calm and simple tone.
"I serve only the people and nothing else."
His words echoed in the Throne room as he was dragged away by the Sardaukar.
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