Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The sound of water dripping, on the other side of the wall.

Tick, tick...

The wall was a blurry black, and it even felt soft and comfortable when his forehead rested on it.

He hoped that he could sink deeper into it, or even better, penetrate the wall and escape.

A faint light came in from the pitifully small round window, but it didn't seem to be the sunlight of the day. It was always shining, without the change of day and night, without the clear distinction between light and dark.

Eddard had long given up escaping from here.

The small window was made of smooth and clean glass, with fine craftsmanship that had never been seen in the North. Perhaps it was from Oldtown? Braavos in the East Continent? Lys? Or Qarth, far to the west?

He heard the maester of Winterfell say... the glass of the academy. The maester of Winterfell was very old and thin. What was his name?

Eddard shook his head. He couldn't remember. Bwen?

It was Maester Luwin. Ah, he remembered, the maester who served the Stark family and Winterfell loyally.

Is he still in the Red Keep? Eddard was thinking about these questions every day... He couldn't count how many days had passed. He only knew that the last person he saw was Varys, the eunuch, the bald man.

Ice? Where is his Valyrian steel sword?

Sansa? He abandoned her. For the damn honor and responsibility, he abandoned his daughter. Where is his daughter? Is she still in King's Landing, still in the Red Castle?

Lady, the little wolf, the dire wolf who fought for him, where is she, will she save her daughter?

He shouldn't go south.

Eddard punched the wall with his fists. It was soft and painless, but there was no chance or way to comfort the trauma in his heart.

A figure flashed through the smooth round window. After a "click" sound, a thin rope was wrapped around a wooden box with simple food inside.

Eddard opened the wooden box, and the iron chain on his body slid and rubbed against the ground, and the refreshing fragrance lingered in his nose.

"I know you are Varys's man. I am the Lord of Winterfell and the Warden of the North. As long as you help me..." Ed looked at the figure outside the round window and rekindled his hope of escaping.

The round window was quickly closed, and the figure did not make any sound. Ed was heartbroken. He lowered his head and closed his eyes.

Varys took off the gray cloak covering his head and looked at the dejected Eddard Stark through the blurry round window.

He did not make any movement and strode out of the door.

The little bird sent a message from the distant East Continent that the horse king's army was approaching Pentos, and Khal Drogo might come to see his future Khaleesi soon.

As for whether Khal Drogo would choose Daenerys, Varys and Illyrio were very sure of this. The beauty of Targaryens attracted worldwide attention, and Daenerys was the best among them.

Khal Drogo would definitely be satisfied with this combination.

Varys walked to an open balcony, where a soft chair had been prepared. The warm sun shone gently here. Varys sat on the soft chair and closed his eyes comfortably.

The spider's eyebrows were covered with a warm glow, Varys's side formed a reflection, and the orange sunset wrapped the shadow.

He was used to the shadow and longed for the warm sunshine.

Varys opened his eyes. This was a small building of neither high nor low near the flea burrow in King's Landing.

If it were usual, the sound of chirping children playing in the streets would definitely linger in his ears, but the pleasant scene was broken by hunger, and there were only starving people all over the ground beside the small building.

The Seven Gods believers not far away seemed to have organized the masses and preached loudly.

"Little Demon Monkey"

"Lewd Queen Mother"

These words frequently appeared in the speeches of the Seven Gods believers.

Varys waved his hand, and the little bird appeared beside him.

A few fructose appeared in his palm, and the little bird reached out to take it away.

"Look at what these humble servants of the Seven Gods are doing." Varys whispered.

The little bird escaped into the shadows.

He held his breath, looked into the sky, and pondered the situation in the Seven Kingdoms.

The lion was injured, but it could still fight.

The direwolf became braver and fell into the quagmire of war.

The two deer confronted each other, and the outcome seemed to have been decided.

The Seven Kingdoms were indeed in chaos, but it had not reached his expectations.

Every time he delivered food, he would hear Eddard Stark's request to let him go, and Varys would only answer secretly in his heart, "Not yet, Lord Eddard."

Prince Doran was still waiting and watching, and when the time was right, he would invade the Reach and disrupt the morale of Renly's army of 100,000 in the name of supporting a king.

The Ironmen were ready to move in the Iron Islands, but they were just pretending to be pirates and looting everywhere, which was not a big move.

The formal covenant between the wolf and the eagle has been reached. The wolf-eagle coalition has 50,000 to 60,000 people. Facing the attack of the two young heroes Robb Stark and Artis Arryn, the Westerlands can only hold the Westerlands and survive.

Neither Stark nor Arryn clearly stated whether the king they are loyal to is Stannis or Renly, but if Eddard Stark is released, the Wolf family is most likely to move closer to Stannis.

By then, the attitude of the Eagle family may be ambiguous and unpredictable. One of the foundations of the wolf-eagle alliance is to recognize the ownership of the Lord of the Green Fork River, but Stannis may find it difficult to compromise on this.

But if nothing unexpected happens, the Eagle family will not easily backstab the Wolf family, after all, the marriage contract has been made.

If it really comes to that, the Eagle family may choose to act at the right time again, like when the North moved south, or urge Stannis to recognize the ownership of the Green Fork River.

Among the three kings, Renly has the greatest power, Stannis has great potential, and Joffrey only has Lannister tied to his chariot.

The Lannisters have already begun preparations to withdraw from King's Landing.

After the Lannisters retreat to the West, the core of the uncle-nephew fight for the Iron Throne will fall on the two uncles.

Stannis, Robb Stark and Eddard Stark are all good fighters. If Eddard returns, his army will be more united than it is now, and the nobles of the North and the Riverlands who did not contribute much before will probably mobilize their troops to respond. By then, the army will be larger than it is now.

Renly has the support of the South and the Stormlands, and his power is the strongest, but his internal disputes are probably much more.

Varys put his hand on the railing of the balcony of the small building and tapped it twice. Is this the most ideal bloody storm?

Stannis's sneak crossing of the Stormlands, Robb Stark's bravery and Artis Arryn's diplomatic rhythm all disrupted Varys' original arrangements. He didn't expect Stannis to be in a hurry to take King's Landing and claim the throne first. He didn't expect the Kingslayer to be defeated so quickly and the North suffered so little loss. He didn't expect Artis Arryn to not choose either Stannis or Renly, and even warmly received the envoy sent by Tyrion. However, all these actions united with the North again in the final choice.

The old wolf cannot come out yet, the spider still needs to be observed, and the situation is still uncertain.

In his expectation, the wolf and the eagle will quickly unite and drive the lion to the West, but there will also be blood marks left by the lion's claws.

Renly will lead an army of 100,000 to fight a decisive battle with Stannis' army after letting Ed go. Dorne will take the opportunity to attack the Riverlands, which has the greatest advantage, and weaken the Riverlands army united around Renly.

At that time, the two uncles will fight to the death and both will suffer losses.

Griffin will land from then on and clean up the mess. Maybe there will be tens of thousands of Dothraki cavalry led by Khal Drogo.

Varys stood up. Nothing was expected, but the one who made the move must remain calm.