Baratheon Born
He looked so much like Robert. Davos thought. Like Stannis, as well. He has the Baratheon look. The boy, Gendry, looked like his father. He would be Shireen's cousin. Family for the princess. Someone to be there for her, someone besides him, besides the stern King, and the cruel Queen. Shireen deserved a good family. She deserved to be loved. Yet, what Stannis was planning, what he had done... to Renly, what he planned to do to the boy. Would Shireen be safe?
What if… Davos paused in the hallway, it was dark, and only the few lanterns lit the hall. What if Shireen was next? Davos continued walking; his pace hurried. He needed to get the boy out of here. No one deserved to be burned alive. Not like that. Not by her. That woman.
Once Davos had made it to the dungeons, he saw that boy sitting there. With the fire light framing him, he looked more like a man. But Davos, an old man himself, viewed him as a boy. A scared boy, all alone, who needed a family. Shireen is his family.
Gendry looked up, his blues his pinched. "Davos?"
"Get up."
"What?" Gendry asked, stupidly, as Davos opened the cell door.
"Quickly." Davos grabbed Gendry, it was the Flea Bottom accent on the Onion Knight's lips that allowed Gendry to go with Davos.
"Where are we going?"
"Out."
"Out?" Gendry asked, incredulous.
"Yes." Davos paused in the hall. "But first we have to make a stop."
"A stop? We're escaping and we're making a stop? For what?"
"Not what." Davos said, as he came upon the Princesses room, the lack of guard a reason of concern for Davos. He knocked. "Who." He told Gendry. When Shireen opened the door, she had a smile on her face. She looked from Davos, then to the man next to him.
"Princess." Davos said, and Gendry bowed hastily and uttered a mi'lady. The memories of a different princess and a different life rising to his mind.
"Davos?"
"This is Gendry." Davos patted Gendry's shoulder, "He's your cousin. Your family."
"Really?" Shireen asked excitedly, she looked at Gendry piercingly, and Gendry shifted on his feet.
"Yes, he's a good lad. A right good lad." Davos huffed, and took a big breath, "which is why he is escaping tonight. Which is why we're escaping tonight."
"We?" Shireen asked in confusion.
"WE?" Gendry whisper-shouted, looking up and down the hall. "She's a princess!"
"Yes, she his. She is a Baratheon. And, I am…."
Gendry and Shireen both shared a look, and then looked searchingly at Davos. The old man took another big breath, "I am afraid. Stannis killed Renly." Shireen gasped. "He wants to kill Gendry." Shireen looked sick. "And I'm afraid," Davos said, looking at Shireen, "that he'll want more Baratheon blood."
"You don't mean me?" Shireen asked, her small face, twisting in fright.
"No." Gendry said, so afraid of losing another shot of having a family, "They'd have to go through me."
"Aye, and me." Said Davos, "Which is why I think it's best if we're not here when we come."
"So we escape." Shireen uttered. Then, there was a bang down the hall. The three stood quiet, and heard footsteps coming.
"We go now." Davos said, grabbing Shireen's hand, as they raced away from the footsteps. Gendry following behind.
The group of three were able to make it to a rowboat that Davos had hidden away, full of supplies. "Inside, quickly." Davos said, as Gendry lifted Shireen into the boat, and the men pushed the boat into the surf and jumped in. Rowing quietly away from shore. Away from Dragonstone, the woman and the King.
"Where are we going?" Gendry asked.
"The only place we can go." Davos said, "North."