A game of thrones chapter 6

Since arriving in Westeros with Queen Daenerys, almost all of his plans have gone to hell, and Tyrion does not believe in the slightest that this is an accident. He is sure that someone is passing all their plans to the enemies, and intends to find out who is doing it.

At least there are not so many suspects! He keeps silent about his suspicions, deciding to get evidence against the traitor first. Before the battle with the dead begins, Tyrion follows Daenerys, wanting to talk to her, and dries up Jon Snow's revelations about his origins.

And again, despite the threat of the dead, Tyrion suspects that everything is not so simple. And he is looking for someone who benefits from everything that is happening.

Tyrion is loyal to Daenerys. They have a relationship like good friends and he treats her like a younger sister. Alternatively, Tyrion is actually Daenerys' half-brother, as in the theory that he is Aerys' son. There may be several conspirators. But they are led by one person, or rather manipulates them, the manipulator is Bran. Plain text with limited HTML? Main Content While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled.

Get an Invitation. His eyes were haunted, his voice thick with doubt. Catelyn sat up in the bed. You must not. I have no wish to be Robert's Hand. He is a king now, and kings are not like other men. If you refuse to serve him, he will wonder why, and sooner or later he will begin to suspect that you oppose him. Can't you see the danger that would put us in? We were closer than brothers. He loves me. If I refuse him, he will roar and curse and bluster, and in a week we will laugh about it together.

I know the man! She had to make him see. Robert came all this way to see you, to bring you these great honors, you cannot throw them back in his face. Why couldn't he see? Sansa might someday be queen. Her sons could rule from the Wall to the mountains of Dorne.

What is so wrong with that? Joffrey is. And I was only twelve when my father promised me to your brother Brandon. Brandon would know what to do. He always did. It was all meant for Brandon. You, Winterfell, everything. He was born to be a King's Hand and a father to queens. I never asked for this cup to pass to me. He stood staring out in the darkness, watching the moon and the stars perhaps, or perhaps the sentries on the wall. Catelyn softened then, to see his pain. Eddard Stark had married her in Brandon's place, as custom decreed, but the shadow of his dead brother still lay between them, as did the other, the shadow of the woman he would not name, the woman who had borne him his bastard son.

She was about to go to him when the knock came at the door, loud and unexpected. Ned turned, frowning. He insists. Send him in. Catelyn realized suddenly how cold it had become. She sat up in bed and pulled the furs to her chin. Ned nodded absently. Maester Luwin was shown in.

The maester was a small grey man. His eyes were grey, and quick, and saw much. His hair was grey, what little the years had left him. His robe was grey wool, trimmed with white fur, the Stark colors. Its great floppy sleeves had pockets hidden inside. Luwin was always tucking things into those sleeves and producing other things from them: books, messages, strange artifacts, toys for the children.

With all he kept hidden in his sleeves, Catelyn was surprised that Maester Luwin could lift his arms at all. The maester waited until the door had closed behind him before he spoke. I have been left a message. By whom? Has there been a rider? I was not told. Only a carved wooden box, left on a table in my observatory while I napped. My servants saw no one, but it must have been brought by someone in the king's party. We have had no other visitors from the south.

The lenscrafters of Myr are without equal. He had little patience for this sort of thing, Catelyn knew. Catelyn could feel dread stirring inside her once again. The message is not for you either. It is marked for the eyes of the Lady Catelyn, and her alone.

May I approach? The maester placed the paper on the table beside the bed. It was sealed with a small blob of blue wax. Luwin bowed and began to retreat. His voice was grave. He looked at Catelyn. My lady, you're shaking. She reached out and took the letter in trembling hands. The furs dropped away from her nakedness, forgotten. In the blue wax was the moon-and-falcon seal of House Arryn. I can feel it. Her eyes moved over the words.

At first they made no sense to her. Ryon is sitting by the barn and widdling a wood sword. He is sad to not have Roderik around, and is planning his revenge.

It's hard to see such a young person filled with so much anger. Head over to the training area and you'll find Royland. He is barking orders at the men and preparing them for battle. Talk to him about the choices you need to make and listen to his reasoning for choosing him for Sentinel. He makes some good points. Now, head over to Duncan and do the same. He is also very confident in himself to be Sentinel. Maybe talking to a neutral third party would be better Speak to uncle Malcolm by the stables, as well as your twin sister.

They will have different opinions, but will both have some more good points to share. This is a big decision, so all the information you can gather will help. After speaking with everyone in the grounds, head over to the maester to ask him to get the small counsel meeting started.