Chapter 139 - Leaving King’s Landing (IV)
"When there is misery, death and chaos, religion is an essential pillar for controlling people." - High Sparrow, The Voice of the Seven on Earth.
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"Your Grace."
Littlefinger approached the king, who was standing next to Tywin. They were both eating in silence around the fire.
"What happened?" Robert asked, biting into a piece of roast chicken thigh. His blue eyes fell on Petyr.
"Lord Varys has disappeared."
Petyr reported the information with an unusual look on his face, as if he didn't even believe what he was saying. He hadn't expected Varys to flee at that very moment. Like a conspirator, he smelled another conspiracy in the air.
Robert's eyes narrowed, taking on a cold, deadly glare. Being abandoned by your own subordinates was not a pleasant feeling.
"He left a letter for Your Grace."
Littlefinger handed over the letter.
Robert opened it and read the contents. There was only one sentence on the paper: