Daenerys had not expected her meeting with Jon Snow to go the way that it had. She had fully believed that his acceptance of her invitation was simply to bend the knee and pledge his allegiance to House Targaryen. She had been sadly disappointed. The desire had been strong within her to cast him from Dragonstone and promise that there would be retribution for his insolence. Dany was more than that though, she had to be greater than her worst desires. After all that her father had done wrong, after all the damage and shame that he had brought to their noble house, Dany had much to prove. Her dragons, her precious children, and her armies would go quite far to bring the Iron Throne to her but that was not how she wanted to win her throne back. She had to win the country and the way to do that was through the hearts and minds of it’s people.
At first, Dany had been angered by his refusal to bend the knee, but, after the news from Varys, she had, had much more to worry about than the insolent ‘king’ in the north. Still, as she had contemplated their next moves, fragments of the conversation in the reception hall had come back to her. With a frown on her face, Dany had known that she must seek out Ser Davos. He had said much about Jon Snow and yet there had been something more beneath the surface and Dany had not dug any further. It was now bothering her, just that little something niggling at the back of her mind.
She had left the castle, stepping out to embrace the cool breeze coming off the sea. This place had not been what she thought it would be, but the sea was something that she enjoyed. The view was so much different than when they had been in Pentos but, when she stood by the walls on the path leading down to the beach, Dany knew that she preferred it here. At least on this island, she was the Mistress of all that she surveyed.
It had not taken her long to find Ser Davos, a man who she knew had been at Dragonstone when the pretender Stannis Baratheon had held her ancestral home. Thankfully, there was very little of his legacy here. She slowed her pace as she approached the self made man. Dany smiled pleasantly at him as she heard Viserion call out from far above her head. It was good to hear him, to hear all three of them calling out to one and other. She had been forced to separate them, chain them and even now she still felt a sharp stab in her heart as she thought about what had happened in Mereen.
“Not today Ser Davos. I wanted to speak with you, without Jon Snow present, or anyone else for that matter.”
Davos inquired with a raise of his brows. He wasn’t the type most highborn folks sought out, in fact even with his granted lordship he wasn’t exactly approved of among most other lords and ladies. Despite all he’d done they still saw him as inferior to them, not that he paid it much mind any more.
“I’m afraid I’m not much company for a highborn lady such as yourself. I’m just a lad from Flea Bottom who’s been lucky through his life, but I couldn’t tell you what the proper way to act would be in most circumstances, so I’m sorry if I offend you.” He added, deciding it was best to apologise now just in case rather than when he was staring down the jaws of one of her children.
There were only two reasons Davos could possibly think of that would explain why Daenerys had come to him rather than Jon. The first was perhaps the most obvious, that she didn’t trust the Northern lad and wanted to know what his people thought of him. Davos wasn’t sure he’d count himself as one of Jon’s people, but he was the closest thing they had here. The other would be substantially more complicated, and that was if she wanted to talk about his time here before, when he was with Stannis. The memories were bittersweet now, knowing what became of not only Stannis, but his sweet daughter Shireen.
Shireen had taught him how to read in those very halls which were now filled with Unsullied and Dothraki. He’d loved the girl with all his heart, as if she were one of his own, and it was safe to say that her death struck him far harder than Stannis’ ever could. She’d not deserved such a grisly fate, and he’d never forgive Stannis or Melisandre for their parts in that particular crime
“If I can be of use, your grace, I’ll gladly answer anything you ask of me, where I can.”
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