9th Month of 299 A.C. King's Landing

Ser Gerion Lannister

He was thrumming with anticipation, this was it, the final time was coming, judgement was to be passed on the eunuch, and the man who had so vexed him once before would be brought for right. Gerion looked around the throne room, and saw that it was filled, the man had brought an audience, before the wedding. The hall falls silent as the king speaks. "Thank you all for coming. Today is an important occasion, before you stands the traitor, Lord Varys known as the eunuch and the former master of whispers. He stands accused of treason and regicide, and now we shall hear from the man who brought him in. Lord Tywin."

Gerion sees the smug look on the man's face, and grits his teeth. His daughter looks at him from beside the Lord of Harrenhal and smiles reassuringly. His brother speaks then. "Thank you Your Grace. As requested, I went out looking for the eunuch, and found him hiding deep within Crackclaw Point. The locals were only too happy to provide me with him, for a price. It seems he had been hiding there for some time, and might well have been complicit in any multitude of crimes."

His brother looks to continue, but then the king speaks. "Very well. Thank you my lord. Ser Gerion if you could take up the inquisition."

Gerion smiles at the king and moves forward. "Of course Your Grace." He pauses a moment smiles at his brother and then moves forward. "Lord Varys, why did you flee when King's Landing fell?"

The eunuch titters slightly and then says. "Because I had served the man's brother. And all know of the hatred that existed between the two of them. I feared for my life."

Gerion snorts. "Come now, any reasonable man might well have expected some sort of leniency. After all, the queen dowager and Grand Maester had served Prince Joffrey and yet both still live. What would have made you any different?"

The eunuch is silent a moment and then he says. "I would not have been needed. Not when the man has you. You made me redundant, and so I fled."

Gerion grins then, and he knows it is a cat like grin. "Only guilty men flee Varys, is that not what you said to me once. You would not have fled had you had some hand in some scheme or plot." He pauses a moment allowing the hall to grow loud with whispers. "And we both know what that might well have been."

The eunuch looks at him in surprise, before it fades into a mask. "And what would that be?"

"Come now Lord Varys. Let us not be coy here, evidence was found that you are and always have been a Targaryen sympathiser. It was this that led you down the path of working for war and destruction." Gerion replies, a slight lie, there has been no proof found, but the look in the man's eye confirms some of it.

The eunuch titters slightly. "You must be very sure, to make such an accusation here in public. Pray tell what proof do you have of this?"

Gerion is silent a moment and then says. "The sighting of you in the lands of known Targaryen loyalists, and the fact that there were men captured from the battle of the narrow sea who attest to you having been running the little rebellion movement against the Baratheons since the end of King Robert's rebellion."

The eunuch is silent a moment and then says. "How convenient."

Murmurs are filling the throne room now, and Gerion smirking replies. "Indeed it is. But you must admit that such a thing cannot be denied. Pray tell why you would lie and commit treason, despite being accepted into the king's peace?"

The eunuch is silent, and as the silence stretches, the murmuring begins to grow stronger, until he finally says. "Because the Baratheons were doomed to fail. They would never hold the throne for as long as the dragons did. I knew where the wind was blowing. You think by killing of Viserys and Aegon you have won, but you have not. There are more there, and they are coming."

There is even more murmuring at this and Gerion laughs. "Come now my lord, let us not be naïve. Daenerys is the last of her line, and she is joining the Silent Sisters. There is not a chance for there to be more Targaryens, nor will there ever be."

"You are a fool if you think that. There is always something out there, waiting and watching." The eunuch replies his voice deeper than it should be. "There are those who remember the old order Ser. Fear them or woe to you."

The man had stepped forward then, and as such is beaten back by the Kingsguard, as he moves back, Gerion swears he sees a hint of purple in the man's eyes. But then convinces himself it is just his imagination. "How convenient for you to say. The king has had oaths of fealty from the men of Crackclaw Point, from the Reach, from the Riverlords, from all those who once fought for the dragons. They have no support here, nor will they ever have support again."

The eunuch begins laughing then. "This, is what amazes me. The truth stands before you, and yet you continue to deny it. Fire and blood is coming to you. You shall never find that which you seek. Shireen Baratheon and her mother might be here, but the red woman shall never be found. You know this Ser Gerion, and yet you would deny it."

A loud murmur begins erupting in the hall then. "I deny it because it is a lie. A lie you have told yourself for gods alone know what reason, and it is time that you accepted it as such. Your last hope ended on the narrow sea, those you trusted to carry out the plan have died. Your hopes were crushed and now it is time to end your miserable little life."

The eunuch titters then. And the king speaks. "Lord Varys you are hereby found guilty of treason. How do you plead?"

The eunuch titters once more. "Guilty of course. Though you are no king of mine."

Before anyone can say anything else, Durran, the King's lion has leapt from his place by the king's side and has taken a bite out of the eunuch's throat. There is a stunned silence, and then the king says. "Well that settles that then. Let us end this trial and attend the weddings."

A murmur of approval follows this and people begin to file out of the throne room, but Gerion remains standing there, looking at the eunuch's body, a chill running through him. He cannot name the feeling he feels, but it is ominous.