Dress / Gregor Clegane / Davina Targaryen

4. You Smell Nice

"STOP!" Davina whined when Gregor rammed into her. "You are so close to me!"

"You smell nice."

"WHAT?" Davina demanded.

"NOTHING!" Gregor shouted back.

"STOP TRIPPING OVER ME." Davina seethed through clenched teeth. "Ten fucking paces behind me." Cersei smirked. Gregor was doing a good job at irritating the little Targaryen. Davina grumbled out as she marched off. Gregor caught cerseis proud smile across the way. It only made him more angry because he fucking liked Davina and he hated that he did because she was so hell bent on hating him.

Gregor huffed out a breath following two paces behind davina and running into her every time she stopped. Davinas head whipped around glaring up at him snapping her teeth and giving him a shove. It didnt move him but he liked her hands on him.

"You are not allowed in here." Davina remarked getting to the hands door. "Sit. Stay." She pushed in and sealed the door behind her knowing gregor would be lurking outside. 

 ''It's the Hand's tournament that's causing all this trouble, my Lords.'' Janos remarked

''The King's tournament. I assure you the Hand wants no part of it." Ned corrected his gaze shifted to the door seeing Davina trying to make herself small. 

''Call it what you will, Lord Stark Ser, the city is packed with people and more flooding in every day. Last night we had a tavern riot, a brothel fire, three stabbings and a drunken horse race down the Street of Sisters.'' Janos informed him

''Dreadful.'' Varys agreed

''If you can't keep the King's peace, perhaps the City Watch should be commanded by someone who can.'' Renly offered

''I need more men.'' Janos told them simply.

''You'll get 50. Lord Baelish will see it paid for.'' Ned remarked and Petyr looked down the table to him.

''I will?' Petyr countered.

"Of course he will. Petyr is always ready to help." Davina agreed. Petyr's gaze slid to her. 

'You found money for a champion's purse, you can find money to keep the peace." Ned remarked. ''I'll also give you 20 of my household guards till the crowds have left.''

"Sounds like a great idea."  Davina remarked. "Can I offer Gregor as a guard for your service? I dont need him." She added moving to the window. "You all need him, he's like ten men in one."

"I dont think the queen would agree to that." Varys countered. 

"FUck her." Davina countered bluntly. Petyr stifled a laugh. "Dont mind me, please do continue and if you want Gregor, please take him. Please. This isnt me asking, this is begging." Davina added before stepping out on the balcony and lifting her skirts as she headed off the railing. 

Davina landed with a thud her boots kicking up dirt when she landed and Arya stood before her curiously. Davina sucked in a tight breath. Better than a lurking gregor. 

"Hi." Arya answered. "You are the Targaryen."

"Davina. Princess Davina Targaryen." She agreed. "You must be the stark." 

"Arya Stark." She agreed. "WHy were you climbing out a window?"

"I didnt want to use the door." 

"Why not?" Arya countered. 

"Because there was someone at the door. When one exit is blocked you can't just sit and wait, you need to find another way out." Davina informed her. Arya nodded slowly. "That goes for many things in life. You are stuck in a certain situation and killing joffrey isnt really an option, you find another way to torment him without him knowing its you." 

"How did you..." arya rasped. 

"Because I want those Lannister fuckers dead too." Davina remarked. 

"He had my friend killed." Arya hissed. 

"They had my family killed. Them and those no good Baratheons." Davina remarked. 

"Our father..." arya whispered. 

"Was a good little solider." Davina assured. "I dont hold any hatred against you little wolf. We are in the lions den. We got to stick together."  Arya stuck out her hand and Davina gave it a firm shake. 

"Davina!" Gregor shouted. 

"Thats my cue to boogie out of here." Davina remarked running off. Arya looked up and up at Gregor. Gregor's footsteps were like little earth quakes as he moved. 

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"I'm failing as a father." Ned remarked.

"What did you do?" davina pondered sipping her tea as he took a seat across from her.

"I gave my girls dolls."

"And they are young ladies and not children, for shame." Davina mused.

"Yes, exactly. Sansa threw it back at me."

"I wish you brought your boys with, I never got along with girls." Davina admitted.

"I think you might like my Arya."

"She has fire." Davina agreed. "and a death glare at Joffrey that I approve of." she added. Ned gave a choked laugh, his gaze shifting to Gregor cautiously. "Ignore him. I do. I know what Arya might like, a man named Syrio. I will track him down. He trained my brother Rhaegar."

"Are you sure thats a good idea?"

"He is a dancing master." Davina added. 

"Arya hates dancing, anything proper." 

"Not that kind of dancing." Davina assured. "Trust me. You are not Lannister or Baratheon. I wouldnt steer you wrong." 

"I... you know I was there when..." Ned sighed. 

"You know my brother was the sweetest man a live. Sure he fucked up and made an enemy of the martells and the world in the process. But I dont think he hurt your sister. I think they were in love..." Davina shrugged. "But what do I know? I was just a kid. Thought true love still existed back then."