Hope stilled in her place. For years she had an empty space in her heart that made her believe she was not going to see Varys again. It had been so long since she had assumed he was dead, because the thought of him going through any sort of pain or t*****e was too cruel to imagine.
As she felt his racing heartbeat against her back, she realized that he was not as unaffected by her presence as he had pretended to be.
Varys did not know what to say to her or how to express his feelings. He wanted to hug her without any hesitation or fear of rejection, but the truth was she had married a man who had murdered hundreds without a reason, who had murdered his family in front of his eyes. How could he believe that over the years she had not become an accomplice in his crimes? After all, she and
