While Varys passed his Queen's orders and made the necessary preparations, Sharnoth, who had returned to her mansion and walked into her room, suddenly paused and,
"Your son is becoming a nuisance."
She commented.
To any normal person, it would look like she was talking to herself since there was no one around her. However, if they stared at her closely, they would realize that Sharnoth was looking in a particular direction, as if she was talking to someone.
"My relationship with him wasn't always the best."
The being she was talking to replied.
"I can see that."
Sharnoth snorted.
"I do not need your confirmation on the matter, I need a solution."
"Do you not have a solution already?"
Zylarith questioned with a slight frown on his face.
"That won't work."
Sharnoth shook her head.
"It is merely a desperate attempt to calm my people.
A farce.
A show to tell them that their Queen has not abandoned them, but it will not change anything. Your son is no fool.
