"Lord Varys, you must know."
"You are asking me now, not the other way around."
Lynn smiled faintly.
"Oh, I certainly know, Ser Lynn."
"How about I give you a small gift?"
"This is the foundation of our cooperation."
"And after you confirm you will spare Daenerys, I can fulfill any reasonable condition you have."
Varys seemed well-prepared.
Lynn nodded.
"Alright, please speak."
Varys continued.
"The Hand's Tourney is approaching. Since you are participating, your goal must be the jousting champion, otherwise the King would have no reason to agree to let you go across the Narrow Sea."
"And your biggest opponent will undoubtedly be Ser Loras Tyrell, the Knight of Flowers from Highgarden."
Lynn's eyes flickered. He already knew what Varys's show of allegiance was.
"Do you know that just this afternoon, Lord Baelish was looking for a new mount for Ser Loras?"
Varys's voice dropped even lower, carrying a hint of mysterious amusement.
"He's looking for a mare in heat."
"And in the joust, Ser Loras's popular opponent is Ser Gregor Clegane, the Mountain of the Lannister house."
"The Mountain's warhorse, to maintain its combat effectiveness, is an uncastrated stallion with a violent temper."
"Now, can you imagine what would happen if a furious stallion smelled a mare in heat during a charge?"
The outcome was self-evident.
Littlefinger even used the tourney as a chip on his gambling table.
He wanted to ensure Loras won the duel against the Mountain, thereby making a huge profit!
This was indeed a priceless show of allegiance.
Although Lynn knew the trickery involved, it was enough to prove Varys's sincerity.
Varys truly intended to cooperate with him.
He handed this opportunity to make a fortune over to himself.
"I accept your condition."
Lynn spoke slowly.
"The King will only see the head of Viserys."
"Very good."
Varys stood up, the smile on his face once again gentle and harmless.
"Our upcoming cooperation will surely be very pleasant."
He walked to the door, his hand already on the doorknob, but then he seemed to remember something and turned back.
"Oh, by the way, Ser Lynn."
"That little Stark girl who just brought dinner, she's truly a beauty."
"Do you know? She secretly made you a cloak, hidden under her bed."
"A black cloak, embroidered with the Direwolf sigil in the finest Southern silk."
After speaking, Varys pulled open the door.
His plump figure disappeared into the darkness outside the door, as if he had never been there.
Silence returned to the room.
Lynn walked to the window, looking out at the brightly lit King's Landing.
Sansa… that somewhat silly girl, with her head full of princes and knights.
In his mind, Sansa's blue eyes, like the summer sky of Dorne, appeared.
Lynn's heart was inexplicably touched.
This little girl might be a bit foolish, but her heart was very kind.
Perhaps she shouldn't marry Joffrey.
Lynn shook his head.
This was not the time to think about such things.
Since Littlefinger wanted to play tricks at the tourney, he would play along.
He not only wanted to win, but he wanted to win fairly and in a way that left everyone speechless.
He even wanted Littlefinger to personally hand him the forty thousand gold dragons in prize money.
And of course, the betting money!
Lynn's lips curled into an uncontrollable smile.
He began to look forward to the wonderful expression on Littlefinger's face when he saw him take the only mare warhorse and appear with it beneath him.
It's you, Storm!
He could have chosen a faster, stronger, and more robust warhorse that day.
But he specifically chose a Shire horse that wasn't particularly good at speed, all for this day!
This horse was the only mare warhorse in heat!
Littlefinger would never have imagined that someone would have already ruined his plan the moment the idea was born.
His choice of horse had already been intercepted by him, and it wouldn't be so easy for Baelish to get another mare in heat.
Thinking of this, a mischievous excitement flashed in Lynn's eyes.
Lynn walked to the window, the night breeze was especially cool.
He had completely figured out the undercurrents beneath the surface of King's Landing.
Littlefinger wanted him dead.
Whether he knew of his schemes or not, he wanted to get rid of him, the person who had thwarted his plans time and again.
Varys wanted to use him.
He wanted to protect Daenerys.
The Lannisters currently felt nothing towards him.
At least, they were not enemies at the moment.
As for the Baratheons… they regarded him as a savior.
This game of chess was becoming more and more interesting.
Just then.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
A knock on the door sounded again.
But this time it carried the urgency peculiar to a young man.
Lynn frowned, walked over, and opened the door.
Standing outside the door was Joffrey.
Prince Joffrey had changed out of his fine clothes and was wearing light hunting attire.
His golden short hair was a bit messy, and his face was full of excitement and admiration.
"Ser Lynn!"
Joffrey's eyes lit up when he saw Lynn.
"I… I came to see how you were recovering!"
He wasn't followed by The Hound, but by two Kingsguard Lynn didn't recognize, evidently assigned by the King just now.
"I'm fine now, Your Highness."
"That's good! That's good!"
Joffrey rubbed his hands together, like a child who had received a beloved toy.
He lowered his voice and said mysteriously to Lynn.
"I just went and begged my father!"
"Father has agreed!"
"Once you win the tourney, he will not only personally knight you, but also make you my personal bodyguard!"
Joffrey puffed out his chest, his face full of pride.
"From now on, you are my man!"
"Even if you are a crow, no one in all of King's Landing, no, in all of the Seven Kingdoms, will dare to look down on you again!"
"If anyone dares to disrespect your origins, I will punish him severely!"
The young man's promise echoed in the quiet corridor.
Lynn looked at the sincere young man before him, who regarded him as a hero and idol.
Then he thought of his origins, not of Baratheon blood, and his tragic, already destined end.
An extremely absurd feeling welled up in his heart.
Make him Joffrey's personal bodyguard?
This world was truly full of surprises.
It was ridiculous.
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