Take You Back / Gwayne Hightower / Davina Targaryen

11. Carrot Cake

This really was the end of Daemon and Davina and Gwayne was ready to swoop in and save the day.

Do you need a shoulder to cry on? Gwayne Hightower. Front center. Comfortable, but broad shoulders at the ready.

Do you need someone to rub your back and tell you everything is going to be alright? Gwayne Hightower. Hand raised high.

Do you need someone to listen while you vent about evil exes? Gwayne Hightower. Two ears and ready to listen.

Do you need someone to help get daemon out of your system? Gwayne Hightower. Ready and willing cock.

"Davina... Im sorry about your brother." Gwayne remarked when she opened the door. "Are you crying?" Of course she was what kind of a stupid question was that? Gwayne wanted to whack himself over the head.

"No. I have a condition where my tear ducts produce an excess of warm, salty water when I'm tired or angry or in distress." Davina sassed.

"Right sorry... If you need anything-" Gwayne offered, you see most of the time when people ask if you need anything the answer is always no or that's nice and no one actually ever have to do the kind deed they offered. But that person gets to feel like a good person for asking. Gwayne wanted to help. Wanted to do something that would make her day better.

" carrot cake." she answered simply. Gwayne nodded and davina shut the door.

Half a carrot cake later Davina still wasnt ready to talk. Gwayne offered a shoulder to cry on. Ears to listen. Two forks for cake consumption and she was grateful. But Davina didnt want to cry. Didnt want to talk. She lay down in bed licking the frosting from her lips.

Gwayne cautiously lay beside her. She stared back at him silently.

"What else can I do?" Gwayne questioned after a long silent moment.

"Kiss me." She answered and he didn't hesitate. He leaned forward his hand met the half eaten carrot cake and smashed through it. Davina laughed as he pulled his hand free shaking the cake from his fingers.

"Kiss me." Davina repeated and he brought that frosting covered hand to the back of her neck pulling her closer and kissing her like his life depended on it because he thought it just might.

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"Good morrow, my lords." Viserys said as he approached his council. "I have decided to take a new wife. I intend to marry..." Viserys looked around the council he locked eyes with Davina. He really did debate it. He had seen a change in Davina since she cut ties with daemon. He had seen real growth and prehaps a new relationship forming with a suitable man. she stared back at him waiting next to Rhaenyra. "Alicent Hightower before spring's end." A laugh escaped Davina's lips but Rhaenyra did not find it amusing. Davina stared at him, he wasnt joking. Alicent was a child. Maybe not as much of a child as laena but a child still.

"what?" Davina questioned the word barely left her mouth before Coryls jumped up in anger.

"This is an absurdity. My house is Valyrian, the greatest power in the realm." Corlys exclaimed.

"And I am your King." He stared back at his daughter. "Rhaenyra." But she stormed out as well. The door slammed closed behind her. Davina looked to the closed door before turning back to her brother. She glanced to the door once more before chasing after Rhaenyra. Gwayne looked at his smug father compared to Alicents nervous little face.

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"House Velaryon's origins reach back to Old Valyria. More ancient even than House Targaryen... according to some texts." Corlys remarked. "But unlike the Targaryens, we were no dragon lords. For centuries, my house had to scratch out an existence from the sea with grit and luck. When I ascended the Driftwood Throne... I knew what I wanted.' Corlys said solemnly.

"So I went out and seized it. Unlike every other lord of the realm, I can say that I built my house's high seat with the strength of mine own back." Corlys went on. 'I've always thought of you and I as having been made from the same cloth.'

'I wasn't aware you had a king for a brother.' Daemon remarked.

'We're both men who have had to cut our own way through the world. We've been passed over... too often."

"Did you call me to Driftmark to remind me of my low standing, Lord Corlys, or was there some other reason?" daemon pondered.

"You've heard of the troubles in the Step stones?"

"Some Myrish Prince is feeding Westerosi sailors to the crabs." Daemon recalled.

"I have been petitioning the King to send my navy into the territory, but he's denied me." Corlys told him.

"It was never my brother's strongest trait." Daemon remarked.

"What?"

'Being King." Daemon clarified smugly. He needed the kingdom then he could Davina back, that was the plan, that was the goal. He hated seeing the pained look on her beautiful face as she stormed away from him. But first he had to deal with his brother.