Dress / Gregor Clegane / Davina Targaryen

5.Winner

I Can do it with a broken heart/ Joffrey Baratheon / Rieka Stark out now!

So Davina took Arya under her wing.

"Where are we going?" 

"Dancing lessons, your father set it up but I helped." 

"Dancing lessons?" Arya whined. 

"In you go, we are already late." Davina corrected. 

"This is so stupid! Sansa likes dancing, do you mistake me for my sister?" Arya demanded. 

"Never." Davina assured. She nudged Arya forward. 

"You are late, boy. Tomorrow you will be here at midday." Syrio Forel declared.

"Who are you?" Arya questioned glancing back at Davina.

"Your dancing master, Syrio Forel." Syrio threw a wooden sword to Arya, she does not catch it, but dropped it.

"Tomorrow you will catch it. Now pick it up. That is not the way, boy. This is not a great sword that is needing two hands to swing it." Syrio declared.

"It's too heavy." Arya corrected.

"It is heavy as it needs to be to make you strong. Just so. One hand is all that is needed. Now you are standing all wrong. Turn your body side-face. So. You are skinny. That is good. The target is smaller. Now the grip... Let me see. The grip must be delicate." Syrio corrected.

"What if I drop it?" Arya countered.

" The steel must be part of your arm. Can you drop part of your arm? No. Nine years Syrio Forel was first sword to the Sealord of Braavos. He knows these things. You must listen to me, boy." Syrio demanded.

"I'm a girl." Arya declared.

" Boy, girl... You are a sword, that is all. That is the grip. You are not holding a battle-axe. You are holding..." Syrio corrected indifferent. Davina chuckled out she always loved Syrio's bluntness. 

"A needle." Arya declared confidently.

"Ahhh... Just so. Now we will begin the dance. Remember, child, this is not the dance of the Westeros we are learning... The knight's dance, hacking and hammering. This is the Bravo's dance... The water dance. It is swift and sudden. All men are made of water, do you know this? If you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die. Now you will try to strike me."

"I havent seen her this excited in a long while." Ned whispered.  "I can't thank you enough for recommending him."

"Well thanks for getting Gregor off my back for the day. Thats more than enough thanks." Davina assured. 

"Why does the queen put him on you?"

"Because he's big and could snap me in half if he wanted to." Davina remarked. "It's to keep me in constant fear."

"But you dont seem scared of him, just irritated." Ned noted. 

"Very smart, Stark." Davina agreed. "What Cersei doesnt see is that I can put up with Gregor for as long as it takes..." she stopped herself knowing Ned wasnt the right person to tell. 

Arya took several attempts as Syrio turned his back, defending her and disarming her constantly. She began picking up on a few things, but still needed much work.

"Up! Dead. Dead. Very dead. Come. Again, faster." Syrio declared with every move. 

"Come on Arya we dont want you dead!" Davina called out from the door. 

"Are you skilled in combat?"

"I'm just a princess, simple and naïve. Swords are scary." Davina batt her eyelashes back at him. 

"Right." Ned mused.  

"You competing?" Davina questioned.

"Aye."

"You gonna die?"

"No." Gregor corrected.

"Because you pick your opponents wisely and they are no competition so why even compete?" Davina sassed. Gregor glared down at her.

"Im a winner."

"If you already know you are going to win then whats the point?"

"Im better than everyone else." Gregor demanded. "I know I win!"

"Whatever." Davina drawled. Gregor grabbed her arm shoving her against the wall. It wasnt a look of horror on her face but fury. Red hot fury. "How dare you." Davina seethed.

"Im a winner. When I win this competition im claiming my prize." Gregor hissed.

"Enlighten me. What do you get? Cotton candy?" Davina sassed his hand still gripping her arm.

"Im claiming you."

Davina had the nerve to laugh before she sent a knee flying to his cock. That made him flinch.

"Yeah right." Davina corrected. She hooked her leg behind his and quickly brought him to his knees. He growled out as he caught himself. "You can't even take down little ole me."

"Davina is literally the best-"

"Joffrey doesnt like her. Says she should be killed. She is Targaryen after all." Sansa corrected. 

"Shut up! You know nothing!" Arya corrected. "Her and father found me a dancing master and-"

"Dancing you?" Sansa laughed out. "He better watch out for his toes."

"Well if Joffrey is so willing to kill a woman he has known since birth, then you better sleep with one eye open, Sansa because he will likely want to murder you before you are even wed." Arya sassed. 

"STOP IT! STOP IT YOU LITTLE MONSTER!" Sansa shouted. 

"Girls!" Ned demanded running in between them. "Whats going on?" But they both marched off in opposite directions. "Sevens... this wouldnt have happened if I brought Rickon!" Ned shouted out to the sky. 

"Told you." Davina agreed. "Girls are a pain. I was the only daughter... actually I was supposed to marry Rhaegar but I said fuck no to that. Rhaegar laughed out, said I would always be his feisty little dragon..."

"You have a sister and brother... younger." Ned recalled. 

"Yeah and Robert is hunting them." Davina agreed. "Tywin had convinced him that a dead dragon wasnt useful to him but he's starting to think I would be better off- correction, he would be better off if I was dead." 

"Ser Gregor." Ned nodded to him. Gregor stared back at him wordlessly. Davina smirked turning to him. 

"Have fun with the riff raff?" Davina purred. 

"The queen put me back on your guard." Gregor corrected a wicked smile curving his lips. That frightened Davina above anything else. That smile said worse than murder. 

"Princess, let me walk you back to your chambers." Ned remarked clearly seeing her tense up beside him. 

"Thank you, Ned. What a gentleman."