Silent Plots
Third Day of the Third Month
Though the memory of Tyrosh lies uneasy in your mind, you remind yourself that it is unlikely that anyone but a rank fool would think to present the bodies of children to you these days. You have flouted the Hound's new allegiance in public and on mirror news. The implications should be obvious to most and from your recollections of Barristan Selmy, not to mention the man's reputation, you have no doubt he can deal with fools.
"Leave the eldest Joffrey in the capital, try to get the others moved towards Casterly Rock. We can pick them up on the way."
"That might prove difficult, the Queen is attached to her children and fears for them as only one with a heavy conscience can," comes the thoughtful reply.
You consider what you know of Cersei Lannister's deeds as queen and her manner at court, the woman who is currently an excuse away from murdering her husband.
"I am surprised she has a conscience to burden."
"By her lights she is the victim in all this," Bloodraven replies.
"Do you still want me to work with her on arranging Baratheon's suspicious death?"
"Yes. Once he is dead see to is that 'Varys' goes out with a blast," You carefully consider the names of the Usurper's Small Council.
"Remove the Queen, her bother and their uncle Kevan, but ensure the prince lives and so does Pycelle."
A tinge of surprise touches the ancient sorcerer's thoughts, not at those you have asked spared, but at one of the names you have called out to die.
"The Kingslayer?"
"He does not deserve to die, but neither does he exist in a vacuum. He is Tywin's son, were it not for the kingsguard he would be his heir, and he is Cersei's brother," You recall the earnest young knight from the dream, he would not accept his family's doom for ruthless practicality.
"I hope whatever fate awaits his soul will reward him in the next life for his deeds that day, but I cannot reward him in this one."
A thread of grim understanding coils around your thoughts, what might perhaps be a nod if you were speaking face to face.
"I see," A moment later, almost reluctantly he adds.
"I will regret this body's passing."
"There is no reason why we cannot grow one less recognizable... and without the ordinance inside," you reply, adding an edge of humor to the words before they might grow too grim. There will be war, yes, and death, but far less of both than you might have expected even two years ago, and when the dust is settled your family will return in triumph to the lands you have been banished from.
"Very well then... let the Pacification of the Western Provinces begin," comes the reply in like tone. Of all the skills the Last Greenseer possesses of which you have learned over the years you are still not quite sure how he manages to get capital letters across in has mind voice.
What next?
[] See Baelish's Death (Interlude)
[] See Robert's Death (Interlude)
[] Further planning before the gears begin to move
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OOC: Really bit short, but this was the natural break point.