It was odd stepping off the ship, and not instantly feeling the cold cutting through him. There was more bustle in White Harbor than he had ever remembered seeing. However, the real shock was seeing the free folk out mixing with the Northerners, pedaling their wares, haggling, making purchases, you name it.

"Thought I'd be starin down them blue eyed bastards before I saw you up here again." Came a voice to his right, and he turned to see the large red haired wildling.

"Apparently I'm not as smart as we thought I was." He grinned back at the man, and wasn't surprised when he laughed and pulled him into a bone crushing hug.

"If you're here to see the King Crow, I'm afraid to say you're going ta be disappointed. The boy is still holding a training sword, luckily it's what these kneelers call a tourney sword, but still not what you'd be expectin of him." Tormund spoke, and Davos was not surprised.

"Officially I'm here to look into reports of you free folk comin through the Wall...unofficially, I'm here to offer my help to prepare for the battles to come." Was the answer he gave.


There had only been been a few of them Jon had let decide how far back they wanted to be sent, and he was honored to be one of them he trusted enough to do so with. He knew his king understood his desire before the young man had even voiced is approval of his plan. The compassion in the young man's eyes when he requested to be sent back before Shireen's birth had been such, that it had only made him more honored to follow him.

He had been there for her birth, and had combed every port he went to, buying and destroying any doll made with Baratheon colors. He also tried to ensure he went down to the docks with Stannis when he could, hoping to intercept the doll of at all possible.

History almost repeated itself, as the merchant had slipped past him and the doll had been purchased. However, this time Davos had been there, and had been quick enough to act, pretending to stumble into the servant boy carrying the doll, knocking him and it into the water. He felt bad as Stannis had almost had the boy flogged for ruining it, but Davos had put the blame back on himself, blaming his clumsiness on a resent illness he'd just recovered from, saving the boy from his punishment.

"Tell me something, Ser Davos, can Robert be relied upon to lead the south when the Great Battles come?" Lord Eddard asked while the three sat in the man solar. Everyone thought they were establishing trade routes, with Tormund there to represent the wildlings. That was on their list of things to do, but it wasn't their main goal right now.

In the past it had been purely speculation that the doll from the Dornish merchant had been the reason Shireen had contracted greyscale. However this was proven when the rumors started to spread of the child's illness. At first Stannis had been confused when he had heard of the rumors, but when the doll was mentioned more than once he had realized what had been truly meant to happen. In fear for the safety of his child he had ordered more guards to protect her, and when Davos made a show of thanking the seven for sparing the child, his liege lord's faith in them was cemented.

Another change had been Stannis's lady wife Selyse. The woman had been apathetic at best, to her daughter in the past, but now she doted on her only healthy child. Oh, she was still obsessed with having a son, but realizing how close she had come to losing her infant daughter had opened her eyes to what she had. Her desire to protect what she had, had taken her mind off of what she didn't, and this had seem to help keep some of her previous obsessions at bay. Caring for Shireen had also led her to care more for herself, and had gone a long way into improving her own health. He was actually hopeful, this current pregnancy would yield another living child for the couple.


"I know you remember the man your friend had become, and I'm sad to say he is already on his way to becoming him again. No, I do not think Robert is the king we need. The king we need is the one we had in the past." He spoke, his pride in Jon showing in his voice.

The three from the past had been hold up in Lord Stark's solar discussing the changes they had all made in the past few years since returning to the past. The North had been full of surprises, and while it only increased Davos's respect for Ned Stark, he could see why many in the South were concerned. There had been rumors for a while that wildlings were coming through the wall, that strongholds were being repaired or rebuilt, ports were being built, and that new and unique crops were flourishing. This all had many of the players of the Game Of Thrones nervous that the north might be preparing to enter the game as well.

The north had never been seen as much of a threat. While it was by far the largest of the kingdoms it was also the lest populated, with very little in the way of what could be considered fertile soil. Now, strongholds were being rebuilt over night, and no one knew how it was being done. Rumors were no longer leaving the north, with spies were returning to their masters telling tales of exile, or just disappearing all together. Davos had an idea as to what was happening to the ones disappearing, for he has seen more than one tongueless child being cared for by loving families, and knowing Lord Vary's had lost another spy.

"You know how I feel about that, I promised Lyanna I would protect her son. I can not do that if I seat him on the throne. Jon is much safer up here, at least until he gets his memories back and can decide for himself. I have already taken measures to ensure he has the knowledge he needs should he decide he wants to claim his throne." Lord Stark spoke, already annoyed at having this topic brought up again.

"Perhaps you should let the boy decide for himself." They all spun around to see Lord Tyrion standing in the doorway. "Though, I do suppose eight name days is a bit young to make such a decision."

Davos reached for the knife he always carried on him now, but was stalled by Lord Stark. "Lord Tyrion has been a friend of the North these past three years, and has earned my trust." The man spoke, holding out a hand to stall him.

"It doesn't hurt that I hate my family as much as any of the rest of you combined. However, that is a story for another time." The smaller man waved them off as he walked over to the desk and pulled himself up into one of the chairs sitting near it. "Now, may I suggest that if you are going to sit around discussing overthrowing the king, you do so someplace private, not in Lord Stark's solar during broad daylight."

"One question, what has fed this hate for your family?" Davos asked, not willing to trust the Lannister, and he had always been desiring of his family's love and approval in the past.

"Your father ordering your beloved wife raped repeatedly and then sent away after telling you she was a whore and had tricked you into marrying her would have been bad enough. Even without your brother telling you it was true and that he had been the one to get her to do so. However, when that same brother comes to you a few short months later, and tells you that it had all been a lie, and that she had really loved you after all. That your father ordered all this done because she was not good enough to be a Lannister...well, it really destroyed the familial ties."

It had been a story that Davos had heard in the past life, however, the man had been much older when he had found out the truth. This told Davos, that it was possible that one of the members involved had been sent back, however, he was unsure as to which one it could be. He had a hard time believing it to be Tyrion, as the man was far too different from what he had remembered.

"Lord Stark has been more of a father to me in the past three years than my own ever was. I just wish it wasn't going to have to end." Davos saw the worry in Lord Stark's face and knew the man care very deeply for the dwarf. "I am afraid my lord father has summoned me home, and I can no longer ignore it like I have the past ones. He has written to say he is sending a contingent of Lannister guards for me to make sure I come." The man looked truly devastated.

"Lord Tyrion, have you ever thought about disowning your family?" He asked, remembering the man saying he had thought about it in the past. "Lord Stark, I have seen many of your rebuilt strongholds in the north, and being a Lannister, I am sure Lord Tyrion has a great deal of knowledge when it comes to operating mines. After all, his family has been doing so for generations."

"I do have a stronghold rebuilt on our lands rich in mines, but have been unable to find someone I trust to be Lord of it. This could be the answer to my prayers to the gods." The man made to look like he was considering it, but Davos could see his mind was already made up.

"It would probably be best if you sealed it with a marriage or at least a betrothal." Davos continued, and he knew just the person. "An young as your daughters are, it would strengthen Lord Tyrion's position if it was one of them."

"No Ser Davos, I can see your point." The man spoke, looking to him for an answer as to which one, knowing he wouldn't have suggested it if said daughter hadn't been with the man in the past, and happy.

"Perhaps the eldest, it will help bind Lord Tyrion to the North, and show the level of respect and trust you have in him." He saw Lord Stark's questioning glance, and gave the man a slight, almost imperceptible nod.

He had been as surprised as anyone when the couple had rekindled their marriage in the past. She had explained to Jon that Lord Tyrion had been the only man to ever care for and respect her, and therefor was the only man she felt she could truly trust. No one knew if it was a love match, until the man sacrificed himself to save her down in the crypts. Her devastated scream had been heard through half the battle field, only to be cut off moments later.

"I apologize my lord, but is Lady Sansa not a bit young? I mean no offense, but I am sure you would prefer someone closer in age..." Davos was sure that was not the only thing Tyrion thought the man would prefer for his daughter.

"She is young, and it will be many years before I would even consider letting her marry. Should you find someone you wish to marry before then, I will dissolve the betrothal. However, all I have ever wanted for my daughters is a good man, who will love and respect them. I can not think of a man more fitted to that then you." Lord Stark was quick to reassure the man.