Rivers of Fire and Blood

Davos IV

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the Ice and Fire Novels, Game of Thrones and House of the Dragon TV shows. However, I decided to have a little play around with the characters. I do not earn any money from writing these stories, it is for my entertainment and is something I like to share.

Davos decided, as he walked up the walled pathway, towards Dragonstone Castle, that he was getting too old for all of this, yet at the same time, he loved it. What he didn't love were the memories Dragonstone evoked, ones that involved a young Princess who taught him how to read and how the Red Woman murdered her with the permission of her parents, all in the name of power and greed. Jon on the other hand was a man who had no desire for power, instead leadership and power sought him, as if it were his destiny. Ever since Davos met Jon, he'd tried to avoid it, but instead he'd been thrust into those positions by others, simply because he was good at it. Now, Davos was going to have to make another attempt to talk Jon into being King, because Tyrion believed he wouldn't be able to and should only do it as a last resort.

An hour later, they were stood at the gates, just as Drogon returned with a sodden Jon on his back, Jon climbed down and Drogon flew off, probably to somewhere warm, as they all entered the castle. They followed Jon upstairs and he showed them all to a room each for them to stay and dry off, while he did the same and asked them to meet him in the map room in an hour. This was when Davos decided Jon must have a plan, meaning he had made a decision to become King, which Davos was thankful of as he didn't want to have that discussion again. He felt guilty trying to talk a reluctant man into a life-changing decision, which involved taking on the responsibility of the lives of millions of people.

Davos made his way to the map room, fully expecting to be met by just Jon, Sansa, Tyrion and Ranny. When he arrived, he was met by an impressive sight. The map table seemingly restored to its full glory, being lit from underneath, highlighting the places in orange fire. He wondered if Melisandre would have enjoyed seeing the fire, believing it to be an omen from the Lord of light. At the end of the table, with the windows behind him and overlooking the southern end of the table was Jon, opposite him, at the northern end of the table was Sansa. On Jon's left hand side stood Grand Maester Tarly, who was sat in a chair and had a bandaged up right hand. Unsurprisingly next to Jon, on his right stood Lord Tyrion, in where Davos would expect the position of hand to be, there was a gap next to Tyrion, which Davos filled. To the other side of Davos was another face he never expected to see, that of Lord Commander Brienne, who stood on the left hand side of Sansa and opposite Ranny. Between Ranny and Sam, and opposite Ser Davos stood a man who he had never seen before.

"Forgive me, but all we are missing is Bronn and we have a small council meeting. Am I missing anything?" Tyrion frowned.

"This is now a war council." Jon told him.

"I take it we are going to war then." Davos asked.

"We have to stop Bran." Jon looked down.

"Have we missed something?" Tyrion asked. "And who are you?" he asked the strange dark haired man who was also attending the council.

"Rodden Brewer, I was once a Silverwing." the man replied, glancing over towards Sam and looking sheepish.

"Um... why is there a Silverwing here?" Sam frowned. "You don't look like a Silverwing."

"I removed the glamour." Rodden explained. "I was poisoned to stay faithful to her. That is all you need to know for now." he explained. "I was the one who helped Brienne save Gilly and the children."

"Oh." Sam nodded. "Well...thank you for that."

"You're welcome." Rodden said, turning towards Davos. "Who are you?" he asked.