Game of Thrones: Of Lions and Roses

Chapter 9 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Davos

Davos sighed as he stood, leaning against the wall. He was in one of the corridors of Winterfell; just outside the room that served as Gendry's chambers.

'Gendry Baratheon now.' Davos reminded himself. 'The one who now has the best claim to the throne…the one who should be King.'

Still things did not look so good; they were rather bleak actually. Despite the plans being made, despite being legitimized and now having a birth right to fight for, Gendry seemed unwilling to do so. It had been several days since Davos had revealed Gendry's true identity

'He's been in there for seven knows how long.' Davos thought to himself with another sigh. 'Then again, this has been suddenly thrust upon him like this…'

That was something Davos realized could be affecting Gendry's behaviour, the sudden shock of having all this thrust on him. In just a day he had gone from being a baseborn blacksmith who was a close friend of the Starks, to being the heir of Robert Baratheon, expected by many to claim his rightful throne. So much was suddenly expected of him, he had no time to prepare for it. So he was now trying to find some means of coping or even take matters on board.

Despite everything that had happened however, Davos knew there was no other choice. Gendry was their best chance, their only hope, yet in his current state, he couldn't do anything.

'We need him, we need to try and get through to him, otherwise the Lannister's will tighten their grip even more.' He fretted. 'Things will get especially bad when they find out about what has happened here; they won't stand for any threat, his life will be in danger.'

He knew the sooner Gendry was ready, the better prepared he would be to face these dangers. He stepped over to the door and knocked; knowing it was locked.

"Your Grace…"

Gendry's reply was immediately. "Just leave me be, Lord Davos."

Davos sighed but did so, returning to his initial spot. He shook his head; he knew that the only time Gendry opened his door was when food was brought by the maids. But he took no chances, taking the food without talking to anyone. Just then, he heard footsteps, the sound of simple leather boots, approaching. He turned and saw that the person approaching was a young woman, clad in masculine clothing, with short hair. He recognized her, both by appearance and reputation.

"Princess Arya." He greeted her, bowing.

She stopped and nodded. "Lord Davos…Please don't call me that."

Davos raised an eyebrow, it seemed things he had heard about her was true. Many noble ladies he knew were proud of their titles, flaunted them, but not her.

There was a brief silence as Davos considered Arya's words; finally he sighed.

"If not princess, what shall I call you then?"

Arya sighed, toying with the hilt of the thin bladed sword she wore on her belt. Something else Davos had noted about her, she wielded a weapon.

She shrugged. "Just my name is fine…Gods, I thought being called Lady Arya was bad enough, Princess sounds even worse."

Davos shook his head; the rumours of Arya Stark's impropriety didn't do her justice it seemed.

"Your elder brother is King; that makes you a Princess." He pointed out.

Arya just rolled her eyes. "Yeah; well, leave the Princess title for someone like Sansa, someone who'd appreciate it."

Davos nodded; giving up. "As you wish; is there something I can help you with?"

"I came to talk to Gendry." Arya explained.

Davos sighed; shaking his head. "I doubt he will listen, he's refusing to speak with anyone; but if you want to try, please do."

Arya nodded and walked towards the door, knocking.

"Lord Davos, I said…" Gendry began.

Arya cut him off. "Gendry it's me."

There was silence following that, then, suddenly, the door opened and Arya stepped inside, the door closed and Davos was left alone again.

He shook his head. 'Gods, she's not at all like any other young lady. Such behaviour is certainly not expected of someone of her station.'

He paused however; considering everything else and smiled lightly.

'All the same, I wonder, he let her in, perhaps she can…' He wondered.

It was hopeful, possibly their only hope to convince Gendry to finally emerge.

Davos rubbed his eyes tiredly; he had lost track of time. But it had surely been at least over an hour.

'What are they talking about, what could she be saying to him?' He wondered.

Finally however, at that moment, the door opened, Davos straightened up. Arya emerged from Gendry's chambers.

"Pri…Arya, what has…?"

Arya shook her head. "He didn't say."

With that she left; Davos shook his head; she gave nothing away that she was hopeful or not. However then, moments later, to his relief; Gendry opened the door and emerged from his chambers.

Davos turned to him. "Your Grace, have you…decided?"

"Yes, I have…I will do it." Gendry replied. "I accept what is to come; I understand the cost."

Davos nodded and bowed to him before they left. It was sunset by the time the formal ceremony to legitimize Gendry was complete and Davos and those men who came with him all swore loyalty to him; becoming his army.

Gendry finally spoke, announcing his intent, as well as confirming his plans to recognize Robb's claims of Kingship, the independence of the North and the Riverlands. In return, Robb vowed to aid Gendry in his claim for the throne, and was pleased to formally confirm an alliance with Gendry and his men.

After the ceremony was all over; Gendry approached Davos.

"Lord Davos." He greeted Him.

Davos bowed. "Your Grace."

Gendry nodded. "I am told you have brought Valaryan Steel with you; I may need to use it."

Davos was surprised by this; he knew Gendry was a former blacksmith apprentice.

"What do you intend my King?"

Gendry explained. "My former master was an expert smith, he was also capable of working with Valaryan Steel and I watched him, learning as I did so. If I am to be King, I shall require a suitable sword, I intend to make one."

Davos agreed with this and went to fetch the steel. Later on Davos found himself at Winterfell's forge with Gendry as he began heating it up.

"Are you sure you should be doing this?" Davos asked eventually. "I mean, you are to be King now, so…"
Gendry shook his head. "This sword must be made by me; it is to be mine, so it is better that I should make it."

Davos couldn't argue with that; finally Gendry began his work. The work actually took all night; Davos found himself growing drowsy, before long he soon found himself falling asleep. He was awoken, sometime later; by Gendry's voice.

"Your Grace?"

He saw Gendry standing, holding a gleaming sword in his hands. It seemed to almost sing as it moved, the blade itself was silver with black ripples through it while the rest of the blade was grey; the pommel formed the shape of the Baratheon stag.

"Wolf's Fury." Gendry announced, naming the blade.

Davos couldn't help but feel it was fitting, reflecting both his alliance with the Starks and his new family's words, Ours is the Fury.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.

Well, apart from one more chapter, from another POV character, who has not appeared yet, this is the last we'll see of the North in this story.