Chapter 3

Davos

It was quite on the deck of the ship as the sun came up, save for the sound of the crew going about their duties. Davos lifted his mug to his lips as he watched them, enjoying the peace while it lasted. Reaching for his breakfast that he'd set on a barrel by his side, he spotted Ser Jorah returning from the cabins of the ship once again. He'd been disappearing regularly to check on his queen, however so focused as she was on the King in the North she hadn't even noticed his presence.

Davos smiled to himself, it would seem the Dragon Queen was as fond of Jon's 'good heart' as he was of hers. He thought back on his last few words with Lord Tyrion and his suggestion of a marriage between the two royals. He hadn't mentioned the conversation to Jon yet, having not been sure how he would take it, and a distraction was the last thing he needed before going North of the Wall. Even now Davos suspected he would make up some excuse for not being good enough for the silver queen. He knew Jon had found the sudden shift in opinion's of him difficult. His whole life he'd been shunned as the Bastard of Winterfell, the black mark on Lord Eddard Stark's honour. For those same people who used to look down on him to name him King, Davos could understand his weariness.

The flapping of wings of the right of the ship brought his attention to the green dragon that had been following the ship the entire journey. The big black one showed up occasional but spent most of his time out of sight of the ship. Davos wondered on the stamina of the dragons. Surely this one would need to land and rest soon before exhaustion sent it to it's watery grave as well. As if hearing his thoughts it suddenly gave out a tired sounding screech while drifting closer to the ship until it wings nearly brushed along the sails as it passed and then with two powerful beats of its wings it turned towards land and flew of. Davos watched until it was out of sight only to be disturbed by the sound of light feet on the deck. Turning to the sound he saw Daenerys emerge onto the open deck and look around. Spotting Davos and Ser Jorah, who had joined him at the rail, she headed in there direction. Davos opened his mouth to ask on Jon when she beat him to it.

"Jon is awake." she said. Davos noticed how it was Jon now, not Lord snow and from the stiffening beside him Ser Jorah noticed it as well however if the Queen noticed she ignored it.

"If you'll excuse me then your Grace I'll have some food ready and sent to him." he said to excuse himself however before he could start walking away she said

"There's been a change of plans regarding our destination." Davos paused, confused and looked at her before looking at Ser Jorah to find him just as confused.

"Change of plans your Grace?"

"Jon brought up a good point in that while the Northern Lords are following his orders in readying there people for war they don't truly believe him on the army of the dead. He wishes to return to Winterfell to show then before heading south." Davos had to admit it was a good idea.

"Will we be continuing on to Dragonstone without him then your Grace?" Ser Jorah asked her in a tone Davos thought was probably a bit to hopeful.

"No. We will be traveling with them. Jon suggests we sail for White Harbour and then ride to Winterfell. The Northerner's need to see that I am willing to work with them and perhaps in time they will bend the knee." she replied, and Davos had to respect her for it. She'd realised that she wasn't going to get the Northerner's to accept her as the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms without a whole lot of bloodshed and was willing to compromise.

"Your Grace, it's too dangerous. The North as no love for your family, whether you deserve it or not. It would only take on man with a well placed arrow to destroy everything you've worked for. If you must go at least fly there on Drogon." Ser Jorah said, and Davos had to admit that he did have a point but he knew doing that would only infuriate the Northern Lords more, a fact Ser Jorah should know. Just as he was about to open his mouth to say just that the Queen did it for him.

"I've made my decision. We are sailing to White Harbour and Riding together to Winterfell." As she spoke her voice took on a harder tone and with the way she emphasised Ridding made it clear that it wasn't up for discussion. Ser Jorah luckily seemed to get the message and backed down and Davos took that as his cue to leave.

"I'll inform the captain of the change of plans then." he said before going to do just that.

Juggling the wine and platter of meat Davos walked down the hallway toward the cabin where the king rested. Reaching the door he knocked and waited. Upon hearing Jon's permission to enter he opened the door awkwardly and wasn't really surprised to see the Queen at his bedside again.

"Your Grace's" he said, tipping his head at both of them before walking towards the table at the head of Jon's bed, which just happened to be on the same side that Daenerys was sitting on. As he approached the bed he saw her subtly let go of Jon's hand that she'd been holding on the bed and he withheld the smile that wanted to break through at her actions. The attraction between the two was obvious for all to see, save for the two in question.

"The captain has been informed of the change in plans and has said we should reach White Harbour in two days if the winds stay on our side. Which means your Grace, lot's of rest for you. We need to get you strong enough before we reach White Harbour." he said giving Jon what he hoped was a stern look. It wouldn't do for the first glimpse the Northern Lords got of their King again, was an injured one, after he insisted on going south to meet the Dragon Queen. Jon just gave him a nod before reaching out for the platter of food. As he did the furs that had pulled up to his arm pits, and therefore covering most of his scars, fell to his hips exposing his bare torso. Davos looked to Daenerys and found her gaze locked on them, questions clear in her eyes. Deciding now would be a good time to leave he said his good bye's and left Jon to the inevitable questions that would come.