Lord Jorah Mormont
It felt good to be back in Westeros, he had been given his land and titles back by the King, he had met with his family and apologised, and things were going well with Lynesse, it felt good, life was good. The King had named him Hand as well, a responsibility he did his best to fulfil, whether he was actually any good at it, he did not know, but he was trying his best, surely that would count for something? All in all things were going well, but there were dangers lurking in the shadows, Baelish, Varys, the threat of his past transgressions being discovered, the need for a reliable Kingsguard, and many other things. It was tiring work, but Lynesse seemed to love being in King's Landing so that made things all the better. Jorah knew he would need to return to Bear Island at some point and to see his father as well, but for now he had a meeting to handle.
They were in the council chamber, though only three members of the council were there, himself, the King and Varys the eunuch. The King was the one who spoke first. "Stark, Tully and Arryn all seem to have become accommodated here, and they seem to be enjoying their stay here. That is good. Cersei Lannister's death would have done much good, as for Kevan Lannister he has accepted his promotion with grace. All things considered King's Landing seems fine. Though I sense that is different to some things you know, Lord Jorah?"
Jorah thinks for a moment, then looks down at the reports he had received. "I know that the old alliances of Tully, Stark and Arryn are working efficiently Your Grace, but there is something about the way in which Lady Lysa and Petyr Baelish are interacting that is causing me some concern."
"You mean the way they flirt with one another, and how they are never seen in any other company but their own?" the King asks, at Jorah's expression of surprise the King laughs. "I have eyes Jorah, I know how they have acted around one another, and I know the rumours. But why does it concern you?"
"I feel as though there is more to them than we might think. Baelish seems oddly powerful for where he comes from. He has amassed a lot of power, and from the way he acts around her it seems that she is the source of his power, where it originated from. And I think the boy is theirs." Jorah says.
The King looks at him intrigued. "You believe Robert Arryn is not actually Jon Arryn's son? Why?"
Before Jorah can respond, the eunuch speaks, his voice silvery. "Lord Jorah is not wrong; the boy is not Jon Arryn's. Baelish is the boy's father."
The King looks surprised. "And Jon Arryn never suspected?"
At this the eunuch laughs. "Oh he knew alright, but he did not care. He needed someone to succeed him who would have his name, and who was not Harrold Hardying and to keep the Tullys happy. And so, you have the boy."
Jorah can see the King thinking of something that might well have disastrous consequences, and so he quickly says. "Sire, I think it would be best to leave that particular thing be, and allow the other charges to be levelled against Baelish when the time comes."
The King sighs. "I'd rather just kill the man now and be done with it, having to listen to his infuriating smugness is starting to annoy me. Tell me, have you found someone to replace him yet?"
"Kevan Lannister could replace him, or perhaps Wyman Manderly from the north?" Jorah suggests.
"Both would be sensible suggestions and would allow for both regions to be placed under watch Your Grace." The eunuch suggests.
Aemon thinks for a moment and then nods. "Lannister will do fine; he can settle the Westerlands from here and ensure that he does nothing treasonous as well. Jorah, you shall inform him of his appointment."
Jorah nods. "Yes Sire." He takes a breath and then asks. "What of the Dothraki Sire? They are growing more problematic as the days go on. When shall they be dispatched?"
The King does not answer for a moment, then he sighs. "They shall depart in three days. I wanted to make sure everything was ready. Lord Tyrell has agreed to set up something for them, and to ensure they are depleted in number when they come face to face with the pretender's army."
Jorah nods, he still feels slightly unsure about this, killing off a valuable ally is not wise, but then they are also a burden, just how secure they would be with them still there is something Jorah does not want to contemplate. "Very well Your Grace. And what of the rumours of Stark and Tyrell looking to wed one another?"
At this the King smirks. "Let them wed, the woman will be far from court, away from any potential plots to see her wed to someone else. Stark is a good man, he will remain true, unlike his father. Speaking of which, where is the man?"
"Sat with the pretender in Storm's End, meeting with the Dornish, discussing their options for an assault. It seems the pretender has come to realise he needs to move to force." The eunuch says.
"Will you send men to deal with them before they get too far ahead Sire?" Jorah asks.
The King shakes his head. "No. I will see what they do and act accordingly. They have one of my dragons, I will see if I can make the beast see sense before attacking it. If the pretender attacks me first though, then I shall respond accordingly."
"And what of Stark?" Jorah asks, curious to see how the King responds.
The King is bullish when he replies. "If he sees his mistake I will pardon him, if he does not, I will beat him and then feed him to Belgabad."