For now, the murderous intent hidden between them had yet to surface. Both Varys and Viserys tacitly maintained an outward show of peace.
Viserys, however, did not consider Varys much of a threat. Poisoning him was the method most likely to succeed.
After all, besides being formidable in his own right, Viserys had King Ghidorah guarding him at all times.
While in the Red Keep, however, Viserys had kept Varys and the others under surveillance, leaving him no opportunity to administer poison.
If Varys wanted to strike during this hunting trip, his best option would be to contact the so-called gods who had previously opposed Viserys.
Without King Ghidorah there to protect him, Viserys would indeed be in considerable danger and might even die, but that was simply never going to happen.
Just then, some of the soldiers repairing the gate noticed their party approaching, and they all stopped working.
They quickly formed ranks, stood straight, and saluted, as did the few craftsmen among them. They had all seen Viserys in Red Keep Square before, along with his dragons, which frequently flew over King's Landing.
They therefore held Viserys in great respect, but the most fundamental reason was that, under his rule, their lives as ordinary people had improved considerably, even though he had made few changes.
Many of the craftsmen lowered their heads as they answered him, their voices filled with undisguised sincerity.
When the Mad King, who had also belonged to House Targaryen, had ruled, even an extra glance at the royal procession could have cost them their lives. Now they could stand here and speak face-to-face with the king without trembling in fear.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Viserys merely raised a hand to tell everyone to resume working. Without putting on the slightest royal airs,