My apologises for not updating. I've had a really bad case of food poisoning 🤢 and I have been in bed for days. But I'm feeling much better now so please enjoy the next part to this imagine 😄

Varys watched (Y/n) as she sat on the seat next to the window, the last of the afternoon sun warming her skin. The Master of Whispers couldn't help but wonder what was going on in the young woman's mind, how much she understood of her current situation, and how much the old gods had allowed her to see. He knew that he had to get her out of Joffrey's clutches. That sooner or later the boy king would grow bored of his new plaything and would do goodness know what to his old friend. But the issue was, who could he trust. In the nest of vipers that was the Red Keep, who could he trust with the safekeeping of (Y/n) until he could find her a way out of her current dilemma.

Varys had never seen (Y/n) look so lost. She was an innocent in his world, a pure child of the gods that had been protected and nurtured since she was born. She was only meant for one thing, and that was to give a voice to the gods. To answer the questions of the faithful as best she could, despite the chaotic images that she was given. (Y/n) had only ever known the three old women, they were her mothers, her caregivers, and in spite of the way that the old crones had appeared, Varys had seen them around their charge, their demeanours, and even posture and features seemed to have changed when they were all together. But now, now (Y/n) had no one, no one but him.

"Varys. I will be fine." (Y/n) called out, turning to face the room. Her perfect white eyes scanning the room as she listened for her friend's movements.

"I am not scared of the mockingbird. His threats are empty. He is more fearful of me, than I am of him." (Y/n) tried to reassure as she held out her hand, waiting for the Master of Whispers to join her.

"I know that I have lost everything. The old woman, my home, my purpose; but whatever my fate, it is already known by the gods. I have served them dutifully since I can remember, now I just hope that they will protect me." (Y/n) said, gripping onto Varys' hand tightly as she felt his fingers drift carefully into her palm.

"They have shown me something. Images of three that can be trusted. Three that despite what others may believe, are wise, loyal, and would do me no harm. I have seen the image of a little lion with a scarred muzzle. A lion that despite his small stature is as fierce as any other of his name. I have seen the guard dog, the one that watches over the little lion. And I have seen the great black hound, the hound that spits and snarls, its scarred face scaring away all those that may get close. But underneath his thick hide beats a good heart. A loyal heart." (Y/n) told Varys, the eunuch more than aware of the three men of which she spoke, unable to understand why out of every man, woman, and child that resided in the Red Keep, the gods would think that Tyrion, Bronn, and Sandor were the ones suitable to watch over their precious child.

Varys knew all too well of the three men's liking for not only for the drink, but also for women, and he couldn't help but think that letting any of them, never mind all of them near (Y/n), would be like putting foxes into the hen house, and hoping that in the morning the hens would still be alive.

"I am not sure that those three men would be the best to have around you. At least two of them may described as having dubious characters." Varys said as he thought of Bronn and Sandor. The lord feeling slightly confused as (Y/n) began to chuckle softly.

"I would say that all three of them could be seen as having rather dubious characters; but those are the men that the gods have shown me. Now, I just need you to bring them to me, so that I can speak to them." (Y/n) replied, as she rose from her seat. Holding out her arms as she carefully navigated the cluttered room.

"Are you sure about this, (Y/n)?" Varys asked hesitantly, as (Y/n) turned to look at him, her white eyes seeming to glare at him. He knew that it was the wrong question to ask. He knew that (Y/n) always put her faith in her gods, and that if they had shown her those three men, then there must be method in their madness.

"I am sure, Varys. You have never questioned me before, and even though I know that you are trying to care for my wellbeing, you have no need to question me now." (Y/n) told Varys. The lord reluctantly leaving his friend, as he went to search for the three men.

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Varys was surprised that all three men had so readily agreed to meet the Oracle; but all three had been present in the throne room when she had been on the floor, mocked by the little shit Joffrey, and beaten by Meryn. All of them had felt an overwhelming need to protect the pale, white eyed beauty. Even Sandor, who didn't believe in the gods, had to wonder if the female had something special about her, something that was not of this world.

"So, she asked for us?" Tyrion asked, as he walked by Varys side. All four men trying to make their way through the corridors as quietly as possible, so not to attract any undue attention.

"Not by name, no. (Y/n) doesn't know who you are, or even your names. She is only given certain images, words or prophecies; she told me that she was shown three great animals, the little lion, the guard dog, and the large black hound. She............"

"Does that make me the guard dog?" Bronn asked, interrupting Varys in full flow. Bronn not sure whether he liked the idea of being described as such.

"Well, it would appear that that was a natural presumption." Varys continued, noticing as both Tyrion and the usual gruff looking Sandor tried their best not to smile at Bronn's slight look of annoyance.

"(Y/n)." Varys called out, rushing into the room where he had left her. His eyes darting around as it seemed that (Y/n) was nowhere to be seen.

"You have them?" (Y/n) asked quietly, her voice drifting out from behind Varys. The blind woman now traversing the room effortlessly as if she had known it her whole life.

"I do." Varys replied with a relieved sigh, as (Y/n) came to sit down on the bed.

"Send them in one at a time. I wish to speak to them in private." (Y/n) said softly, Varys leaving the room to fulfil (Y/n)'s request, and also to guard against the ever prying eyes of his rival, Baelish.

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"My lady." A calm voice said softly, a voice that (Y/n) couldn't help but smile at.

In her mind she had seen the little clever lion, as strong and loyal, and his gentle greeting, so as not to scare her, just made (Y/n) all the more confident that this was one of the men that the gods had shown her.

"You are the lion, yes?" (Y/n) asked, beckoning Tyrion over. The little man taking a seat next to her on the bed.

"I am Tyrion Lannister. Yes." Tyrion replied, the youngest lion unable to take his eyes off the face of the woman next to him.

"May I........may I see you?" (Y/n) asked, slowly raising her arms. Tyrion not sure what to do when the Oracle carefully lay her hands on his face. Her fingers gently gliding over his skin as she took in all his features.

"It is nice to see a human face. The gods only showed me you as a small yet fierce lion." (Y/n) chuckled, as her hand brushed over Tyrion's eyebrows that had furrowed in confusion.

"I don't see you in the strictest sense of the word of course, but I can tell a lot about someone from just feeling their face, or even a person's aroma." (Y/n) continued, as she removed her hands from his face.

"So, my lady. What can you tell about me?" Tyrion asked, as he crossed his arms and waited for the Oracles answer, a large smile forming on his lips as he watched (Y/n).

"I know things that the gods have shown me. You are intelligent, and that intelligence is your weapon. Whereas the guard dog and the hound wield their blades, you wield your mind. And what you may lack in stature, you make up for in loyalty, honour and dignity. You have the ability to read people, as you would a book, and you have a habit of developing a soft spot for those you see as fellow outcasts, outcasts such as myself. On the other hand, you have a tendency of overindulging in food, drink, and, well, women.......... I can smell an aroma of good wine and cheap perfume, as well as roast meat. Your face tells me that you have a sweet smile, and you laugh often. I like your face, little lion." (Y/n) replied, a smile pulling at her lips as Tyrion took her hand.

Tyrion wasn't sure why, but it felt like he had known the pale beauty next to him, all his life. In a few moments, she had described him better and more lovingly than anyone else ever had before, and he couldn't help but feel as though he had to help protect this pure soul.

"I am at your service, my lady. What can I do to assist you?" Tyrion asked as (Y/n) moved closer, the two talking quietly as the Oracle told her new friend of his role in her life.