Game of Thrones: A Wolf Comes Home

Chapter 13 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Davos

Davos sighed he continued to maintain a vigil, watching the sea for any sign of approaching ships. The Lannister's hadn't sent their fleet to attack Dragonstone yet, but it was only a matter of time, he was sure.

'Besides, I'd rather be watching the ocean than…that.' He thought dourly.

Not watching didn't help stop the screams however as he knew the burnings continued. Subconsciously he felt his fingers twitch, even the ones that were missing, the strange phantom sensation of his missing fingers was disquieting for him. It had been years since he had felt that. He shook his head and returned to his silent, lonely vigil. Disquieting though it was, he had no time to think about curious incidents; after all, the Maester who had treated him after the removal of his fingers had told him, the strange sensation that his fingers were still there would always be present. He wouldn't always notice it, yet he would still feel it from time to time, depending on circumstances.

'These burnings, why are they still allowed to continue.' He thought angrily. 'Surely King Stannis realizes that they are simply being used as an excuse to kill those who haven't sworn loyalty to the Red Woman and Queen Selyse.'

That wasn't the only concern on his mind either; something else deeply disturbed him.

He recalled what the Red Woman had said to him; she was plotting something that involved those dreadful shadows.

He shook his head. 'Those monsters are unnatural; how can anyone consider using them again. To say nothing of what they do to King Stannis; especially since she said Shadows, more than one. One was bad enough last time, seeing what it did to him, could this time…?'

He grimaced, he didn't want to think about it; it was too painful to consider. His thoughts were then interrupted by the arrival of his son Devan.

"Father." The boy cried out as he hurried towards him.

Davos turned quickly to face his son. "What is it?"

Devan stopped, doubled over, gasping, clearly he had ran the whole way. "I…I was…"

"Wait my boy, catch your breath."

Devan nodded and managed to do so, he then straightened up and nodded.

"His Grace, King Stannis, asked me to find you. He wishes to see you about something important." He said quickly.

Davos nodded. "Alright Devan, thank you, let's go."

Devan nodded and walked with his father as they went to the room which held the Painted Table, where Stannis was spending a lot of his time nowadays. As they drew close Davos quickly put his hand on Devan's shoulder to stop him. Devan did so, looking up confused.

"We should wait." His father said quickly. "Listen."

Devan did so and cringed as he heard the raised voices; he knew all too well what they meant, having heard them plenty of times. The King and Queen were arguing again.

Davos nodded discreetly to Devan and so they moved so they wouldn't block the corridor and were being as unobtrusive as possible. Despite their attempts to not do so, they could hear the arguing loud and clear.

"This is our best chance Stannis!" Selyse was saying. "We can finally do it; you'll have your precious Iron Throne at last."

Stannis' reply was rather sharp and surprisingly emotional for the normally cold man. "Is a throne truly worth claiming if the price is too high?"

The scorn in Selyse's reply was intense. "Too high a price?! I hardly think…!"

"ENOUGH, I won't hear any more of this!" Stannis suddenly yelled. "Melisandre has already said it, I will not hear it from you, am I clear, I've heard enough of this."

Selyse's voice was dangerous when she replied. "You've allowed your sentimentality to get the better of you. I can assure you, Shireen would understand, she…"

They couldn't hear what else was being said since at that moment, Stannis cut across Selyse but his voice was now dangerously low. Davos was worried however, especially since he had heard Princess Shireen being mentioned.

'Just what is going on, why was the Princess mentioned. One thing's for sure, if the Red Woman is involved it won't be good.' He thought worriedly to himself.

Just then however, the door burst open and Selyse stormed past. The look of fury on her face made it clear that whatever happened didn't appeal to her.

Davos looked worriedly at his son before entering the room. Stannis sat in his chair, glowering as he gazed, unfocused at the table before him. He only looked up as Davos stopped before him.

"You sent for me, Your Grace?" Davos said at once.

Stannis nodded slowly; it was clear from his expression that he knew Davos must have overheard the argument.

"You disagree with many of my plans I've noticed Davos." He said quietly. "Would you care to explain why?"

Davos cleared his throat and explained. "Your Grace, these plans you speak of, they are dangerous, self-destructive…I'm not blind Your Grace, I can see what that woman has done to you."

It was true, Stannis actually looked ill; his eyes were deeply sunken in with very deep shadows beneath them. His skin had lost its colour and it was clear his breathing was laboured, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. Stannis glared at him but then sighed.

"Tell me something Davos, if you had to choose, between securing what was rightfully yours, or preserving something very important to you…What would you do?"

Davos was taken aback by the question; but he answered honestly. "I would do everything I could, to preserve that which was precious to me."

Stannis nodded. "I thought as much; so be it."

With that he straightened up fully in his seat, seemingly having reached some sort of decision.

Unable to hold off on his curiosity he asked.

"What is this about, Your Grace?"

Stannis shook his head. "Merely that I shall be refusing Melisandre's plans." He then saw the relief on Davos' face and shook his head. "Not about the Shadows, that will still be carried out."

Davos sighed but decided not to argue and so he turned and left the room after being dismissed. As they walked away Devan looked apprehensively at his father.

"Father, what's going on, is something…?"

Davos sighed. "I don't know Devan, but I'm worried. Listen to me, whenever you are not with the King, I want you to watch over the Princess alright, let me know if any of the Queen's men, or the Red Woman come anywhere near her."

Devan looked shocked. "But, father, I don't understand?"

"It's hopefully nothing, but I'd rather be cautious, I just want you to keep an eye on her okay."

"Yes father, don't worry I will. We have our lessons together too, so I can be sure of watching her then, I'll try and make time to keep an eye on her at other occasions too."

Davos nodded, hoping that, in the end, this precaution, would prove unnecessary.

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