Sansa says she is being well cared for by us, everything is safe and sound, with plenty of food and clothing, and she invites them to come to King's Landing to swear allegiance on the day of Joffrey's coronation."
"The letters have already been sent, but I doubt the Northmen will believe them.
That Child is very important; she might know some rumors, so we need to guard her well," Cersei said.
"What about the other one?"
"We haven't found the other one," Littlefinger snorted.
"But I have already spread the word that she is in our hands, and the Gold Cloaks are searching everywhere."
"That's good," the Old Maester nodded.
"Since she is the offspring of a traitor, the nature of betrayal has likely taken root in her heart.
She is a likable, good Child now, but what will she be like in ten years?
No one can say for sure."
"She is like her mother, not her father.
You've seen her hair," Littlefinger retorted.
"Her hair and eyes are exactly like Catelyn's back then."
"Just because Sansa, the little Child, writes letters, her brother may not be willing to accept them.
Wolves are very dangerous," Littlefinger emphasized.
"The key is still Lord Eddard himself surrendering.
We can both tear up those terrible rumors and the malicious will, and make Stark submit."
"You say it's easy, Lord Petyr, but Lord Eddard is steadfastly adhering to the truth in his heart, like a stone.
I see that the little Child's pleas are useless to him."
"Then what do you propose we do?"
"I have an idea: why don't we forge Stark's handwriting, Stark's confession and admission of guilt.
True and false, the content of this letter will be written by us, guaranteed to make those Lords believe in Stark's rebellion, and that Bastard's malicious heart…" Varys suggested.
"Good idea," the regent queen mother agreed first, feeling her wisdom shining in her mind.
"If we can create a fake letter, why not a fake Stark himself?
As long as he pleads before the King, everything will be even more convincing."
"This is too audacious," the Old Maester's eyes widened, "this idea…"
"This is the only way now," the regent queen mother said unceremoniously.
"I think it's excellent; don't underestimate me."
"Lord Eddard rarely came to King's Landing, hardly at all for over a decade, and besides, how would those common folk understand the hand of the king's appearance from a distance.
We only need to let the common people know that he surrendered, that he confessed, and that's enough," Littlefinger stroked his chin.
"I don't think this idea is very feasible, Your Grace," the Old Maester couldn't help but speak up.
"It's full of uncertainties; I'd rather seal Eddard in the Black Cells.
If you really insist on this, I suggest you discuss it with Lord Tywin first."
"Lord Pycelle, I am the regent queen mother, and I am also a lion.
Now my brother and father are fighting in the Riverlands, and I will also fight in King's Landing," Cersei shouted at Pycelle.
"You just need to handle the letters and ravens."
"Yes," the Old Maester shivered, then said nothing more.
"Tully has already bent the knee, and now we must stabilize House Stark.
Then all I have to worry about are the other Lords, House Arryn?" the regent queen mother said, then looked at Littlefinger.
"Please rest assured," Littlefinger replied.
"Lysa is madly in love with me, and besides, the Vale has not yet sent out any troops."
"My biggest concern now is the three storms," the Old Maester said.
"They are too close to us."
"We know that, but the key is the countermeasure, Old Maester," regent queen mother Cersei said uneasily.
The Lannister forces were currently in the Riverlands, and her greatest fear was that while the lion, the trout, and the Direwolf fought, Stannis would seize the opportunity to land.
Stannis was a skilled warrior and utterly merciless.
There was no one more terrifying in this world than a person of absolute integrity, and Stannis's Dragonstone was too close to King's Landing.
"He will definitely raise an army," Varys said.
"However, I think Stannis might be more likely to fight Renly to the death.
Renly wants Stannis's great fleet, and Stannis wants the Stormlands."
"Then that is our good opportunity," the regent queen mother declared.
"I want an Eddard to appear before everyone.
Then he will confess his wicked treason, order his heir to lay down arms, recognize Joffrey as the true King, and denounce Stannis and Renly as ungrateful rebels, and that will be enough."
"I think I'll find a way," Varys said, his scent wafting over.
"I trust your cleverness, Lord Varys," the regent queen mother nodded.
"As for the real Lord Eddard, we will keep him beneath The Red Keep for now."
"Now there's one more thing, about that Bastard," Cersei said angrily.
"Beyond our reach, Your Grace.
Even if he wants that throne, it will take him some time to land."
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