Five minutes later, he opened another drawer, took out a stack of pale yellow parchment, a quill, and ink. He wrote quietly, only stopping after filling three sheets. Once the ink was dry, he carefully rolled them up, tucked them into his sleeve, closed the window, and stepped out of the room.
Avoiding Varys's gaze, Drogon saw him go to another room. The window there faced the sun, making it easy to be spotted, so Drogon did not go over.
Varys didn't stay inside for long before coming out. He took a look around the small courtyard, locked the gate, and left.
Drogon followed him from a distance, returning to the small courtyard only after seeing him head further away. He broke the window of the room where the Sorcerer was, opened the drawer, and took out the paper and pen. He wanted to write a letter to Varys; as a dragon who could not speak, this was the only way he could communicate.
Fortunately, the powerful inheritance of the dragon race allowed him not only to understand multiple languages but also to read text. As for writing, he would have to practice on the spot.
Having occasionally gutted wild game to provide for himself, his small claws were already very flexible. Recalling the characters of the Common Tongue in his mind, he first practiced what he intended to write.
The Common Tongue consisted of letters similar to English, so writing it wasn't difficult. The parchment was soft, feeling somewhat like writing on damp rice paper.
After wasting two sheets of parchment, Drogon finished the crookedly written letter. Just as he was about to put the paper and pen into his backpack, he suddenly thought of that lovely girl, Shireen. He took another sheet of parchment and wrote two more lines.
Instead of putting the remaining parchment back in the drawer, he kept a few sheets as spares. He put the quill and inkwell into his backpack, closed the broken window, and went after Varys.
Before flying very far, he spotted the leisurely walking Varys. He continued to follow him to a simple little courtyard beneath the northern wall of King's Landing, where Varys opened the gate.
Drogon surveyed the courtyard and found no one else. Taking advantage of the moment Varys entered the house, he placed the short note he had written on the stone table in the courtyard.
After placing the parchment, he hid in a large tree by the roadside outside the courtyard to observe quietly.
He didn't have to wait long. A quarter of an hour after Varys went inside, two messenger ravens flew out of the window one after another. He then walked out himself, holding three scrolls of parchment with traces of broken sealing wax still on them.
Walking with his head down while reading the contents of the parchment, he was about to enter another room when he suddenly caught sight of the parchment on the stone table out of the corner of his eye.
"Hmm?" Frowning slightly at the parchment, Varys didn't rush forward. Instead, he looked around warily. Drogon quickly hid his small head behind the dense foliage.
Finding nothing, he finally walked to the stone table and picked up the parchment.
The contents of the paper filled him with growing alarm. Just a few lines of crooked letters caused fine beads of sweat to break out across his forehead.
Ever since he had his Little Birds and his reach extended across the four continents, he had never experienced this kind of panic—as if he were being stripped naked and put on display.
Holding the thin parchment, he looked around again. His long-held confidence in his control over the continents was shattered. He no longer trusted his Little Birds as he once did, and there was a hint of fear toward the person who left the message.
The content in the letter regarding himself was something he had never told anyone; some were even just plans in his heart that he hadn't yet put into action. Yet, these were written on the parchment as if they had been imprinted directly from his mind.
It wasn't that no one in King's Landing knew Daenerys possessed three small dragons; he had not only reported this news to the new king, Joffrey, but had also mentioned it to Tyrion Lannister.
However, the information he gave them was not detailed; it was very vague and the intelligence was outdated.
They only vaguely knew that Daenerys had hatched three dragons, but were unclear on their specific size or appearance. According to records in books, dragons would only gradually grow large three to five years after birth. To use them in battle, one first had to tame them and be recognized as a Dragon Rider to mount them.
Therefore, it wouldn't necessarily worry the rulers of King's Landing. Even if they were concerned, hearing that Daenerys was thousands of miles away in Qarth, they had no time to hunt dragons.
The parchment not only said he had concealed detailed information about the dragons but also that he intended to choose another master, and that Daenerys was the person he planned to serve.
As for his ambitions, he had only spoken heart-to-heart with someone as upright and stubborn as Eddard Stark in the Dungeon. Given his temperament, Eddard would certainly not reveal it to others, nor did he have the chance.
The paper even said he intended to help Tyrion Lannister escape King's Landing and recommend him to pledge loyalty to Queen Daenerys. This was something even he himself hadn't decided on; at most, it could be considered a future thought.
Because he hadn't completely given up on King's Landing yet and hadn't finished his assessment of Daenerys; she could only be considered his "candidate" queen for now.
But if he really did go to serve Daenerys, then given his high regard for Tyrion, it was highly likely he would take Tyrion with him to fulfill the grand ambitions in his heart.
But these thoughts hadn't even taken shape in his own mind, so how did the other party know?
After the shock came anger. Regarding the origin of this message, the first person he thought of was Littlefinger Petyr. He was a truly insidious man whose methods of manipulating people's hearts made even Varys feel inferior. Only Littlefinger could possibly see through his inner thoughts; no one else in the four continents could.
Petyr's intention in writing this message was all too clear. He must have found out from somewhere that Varys was going to sabotage his plan to quietly take Sansa away from King's Landing, and was using this message to threaten him.
This despicable and shameless villain. Varys never considered himself a good person, even though he had been working hard for his grand ideals, the results had been minimal.
Moreover, he had done many bad things, especially what he did in Pentos after his root was cut off. Looking back now, even he felt ashamed.
Although he wasn't a good person, it didn't stop him from admiring good people and loathing evil ones. Otherwise, he wouldn't have tried so hard to persuade Eddard while he was imprisoned in the Dungeon, urging him to acknowledge Joffrey's status as the legitimate heir to save his life.
Nor would he have spoken heart-to-heart about his grand ideals when Eddard asked him what he sought.
And the person he loathed most was none other than Littlefinger Petyr, even more so than that madwoman Cersei.
After calming down, he began to consider a counter-strategy. If the contents of the letter were reported to Joffrey or Cersei, they would absolutely not let him go. Coupled with his recent failures in intelligence work, Joffrey and the others would undoubtedly believe the contents of the letter.
By then, his only option would be to go and serve Daenerys; there would be no other way. He just didn't know if he would be able to get away smoothly then.
Littlefinger giving him this message was definitely not as simple as a threat; there must be other schemes he wanted Varys to assist with. Thinking of this made even him feel a headache.
Should he completely give up on King's Landing? Varys asked himself.
However, now was not yet the time to go to Slavers Bay. The Mother of Dragons Daenerys's purpose in killing the Masters to obtain the eight thousand Unsullied was still unknown. Although she had removed the slave status of the eight thousand Unsullied and liberated the slaves of Astapor, these could still be a front she put up to obtain the eight thousand Unsullied.
Wait a bit longer, to see what Littlefinger wanted from him, and to see Daenerys's attitude toward those two hundred thousand unhelpful bed slaves in Yunkai.