Histories and Lore – Roberts Rebellion

Histories and Lore – Roberts Rebellion


VARYS: For 300 years,
the Targaryen dynasty ruled Westeros. Wars were still fought. Homes still burned and men still died. But compared to the chaos
of what came before, the realm was stable. LITTLEFINGERI And boring. The Targaryens lied, thieved
and killed as much as other lords. They just had dragons
to answer all complaints. Until they didn’t. When the last dragon died, it was only a matter of time
before the Targaryens followed. VARYS: By only, you mean another century? LITTLEFINGER: Which they wasted
trying to replace their lost advantage. Incinerating their own palaces
to hatch dragon eggs, drinking wildfire to become dragons, and let’s not forget the Mad King’s favorite,
burning men alive, so he could pretend to be a dragon. VARYS: We urged Aerys
to pardon Brandon Stark. The boy had threatened Prince Rhaegar, but Rhaegar had stolen the boy’s sister. And the boy was the eldest son
of our Warden of the North. LITTLEFINGER: Who’s the greater fool? A mad king
or the man who reasons with him? Aerys saw knives in every shadow. When you told him to treat the Starks
with caution, you made him afraid. And what he feared, he killed. VARYS: I wouldn’t have thought you
of all people would bother with recriminations for Brandon’s death, Lord Baelish. Not after your, shall we call it, duel with him. LITTLEFINGER:
Brandon was as arrogant as he was stupid, like his father, Lord Stark, who answered
Aerys‘ summon to the capital. They earned their fates. But the younger son, Ned,
what was his crime that Aerys ordered his death as well? VARYS: Unlike men, families don’t die
when you lop off their head. LITTLEFINGER: At the very least,
you should have pointed out that loyal and dutiful Ned
was living with Jon Arryn, a proud and over righteous lord with an impregnable castle
and no sons of his own. Perhaps you could have spared Aerys
the embarrassment of revolt. VARYS: If only we’d had the foresight
to consult you, Lord Baelish. But I suppose first we would have had
to know who you were. LITTLEFINGER:
Nobody knew Robert Baratheon either. Yet he claimed the right to sit
on the Iron Throne. VARYS: He had Targaryen blood
through his mother. LITTLEFINGER:
A pretty dress for an ugly truth. It was war and he could swing a hammer
harder than the other options. When did you know you’d lost, Lord Varys? VARYS: When Robert Baratheon
killed Prince Rhaegar on the Trident. LITTLEFINGERI Wrong. You lost the war when you let Ned Stark
slip back into the North. Neither the bloody gate to the Vale, nor Moat Cailin in the North have ever fallen. They could have held out for years
even if you’d killed Robert. But you let him
slip through your fingers as well. VARYS: I told the court that Robert
was hiding in the stony Sept, but the Hand of the King
wasted too much time searching the city. Something about the glory of single combat. Then Ned Stark’s army arrived
to save the day. LITTLEFINGER: Too bad Lord Tywin
wasn’t Hand any longer. He would have simply razed the town
and been done with it. VARYS: Perhaps. And perhaps the rebels would have found even more of the countryside
flocking to their banners. LITTLEFINGER: I’d almost forgotten. You weren’t always so loyal
to the Lannisters during the war. Were you? VARYS: I did my duty to the realm. When Lord Tywin showed up
at King’s Landing professing loyalty, I warned Aerys not to open the gates. Prince Rhaegar was dead,
our armies scattered. The lion does not stir unless he smells meat. LITTLEFINGER: I admire your powers
of persuasion, Lord Varys. Few could traffic in so many secrets
to so little avail. VARYS: Grand Maester Pycelle
told Aerys what he wanted to hear. That his old friend, Tywin,
was there to save him. LITTLEFINGER: Then Aerys‘ old friend
sacked the city and his son stabbed Aerys in the back. VARYS: A regrettable,
though necessary, action. LITTLEFINGER: As were the pardons the new
King Robert bestowed on the royalists, Mace Tyrell, Barristan Selmy, you. VARYS: King Robert wisely chose
order over vengeance. LITTLEFINGER: Jon Arryn
wisely chose for Robert. But Jon Arryn died. Then Robert. Then Ned. So ended their glorious revolution. VARYS: And Westeros
has been burning ever since. LITTLEFINGERI Let it. VARYS: How Targaryen of you. One of the mad ones. LITTLEFINGER: Fire turns
even the proudest oaks to ash, leaving newer roots space to climb.

Leave a Reply

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *