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Letter to Lord Varys
Hello, spider. Its seems you have fared well. I must commend you with your dragon. He is an exceptional piece. To reborn a dead prince, even I cannot make such a feat. Still, my wolf will not fail me.
Although my wolf was not shaped to rule before she was able to walk. That honor was always been to her brothers. I have taught her a better gift. One far more important and that is: how to play this deadly game.
Like your dragon, she reads and writes, she may not speak several tongues but she is intelligent and has studied history, law and poetry. A septa has also taught her the mysteries of the Faith. She is born and bred as a lady with a golden heart which the smallfolk would love.
The Starks were always known for their honor. With a pupil such as her, it was not hard to teach her that it was her duty as daughter of Lord Eddard Stark and sister to the murdered king Robb Stark to rule and protect her people.
But the most important quality of my piece is the fact that she is a child of Westeros while yours is nothing but a foreigner, an outsider intent to conquer and fill the land with more blood.
But have a care, old friend, many wish to take your head and we have yet to meet once more.
So be careful where you step, I long to see you again. Just to see who is left standing in the end.
Yours,
Littlefinger