Dress / Gregor Clegane / Davina Targaryen

10. Lurk if you Like

A step you can't take back / Aegon Targaryen out now!!

"You ran off."

"I did." Davina agreed. Gregor sighed. "You should be used to it by now."

"I am." Gregor assured. 

"Okay... why you are lurking closer than usual?" Davina questioned. Gregor blinked back at her. "Right I forgot you are an ogre unable to hold a normal conversation." 

"Because i'm your guard, Davina." Gregor barked. 

"You dont have to yell at me," Davina tsked patting his cheek as she headed off. Gregor rolled his eyes. Davina Targaryen was going to be death of him. 

"Lord Stark, your presence has been requested in the small council chamber. A meeting has been called."

"I need to see the King first -- alone." Ned corrected. 

" The King is at the small council meeting, my Lord. He has summoned you." the steward corrected.

"Is it about my wife?" Ned sighed out.

"No, my Lord. I believe it concerns Daenerys Targaryen."

"I'm going to take a bath, you can wait outside." Davina suggested glancing to the bath water. Gregor nodded heading off. He stopped at the door. 

"You gonna jump out the window?"

"You want to catch me at the bottom of the trellis?" Davina suggested. Gregor grumbled heading out. She waited two minutes before opening her door and finding herself completely alone. The queen must have called him away. She ran to the window and looked down, no gregor there either. Wow... she was alone. That was new. Something bad must have happened. They never truly left her alone. 

"The whore is pregnant."

"You're speaking of murdering a child." Ned corrected.

"I warned you this would happen. Back in the North, I warned you, but you didn't care to hear. Well, hear it now. I want 'em dead, mother and child both. And that fool, Viserys as well. I want handle Davina myself. Is that plain enough for you? I want them all dead." Robert demanded.

"You will dishonor yourself forever if you do this." Ned declared.

"Honor?! I've got Seven Kingdoms to rule! One King, Seven Kingdoms. Do you think honor keeps them in line? Do you think it's honor that's keeping the peace? It's fear! Fear and blood!"

"Then we're no better than the Mad King." Ned corrected.

"Careful, Ned. Careful now." Robert grumbled.

"You want to assassinate a girl... Because the Spider heard a rumor?" Ned reminded him.

"No rumor, my Lord. The princess is with child." Varys answered

"Based on whose information?" Ned questioned.

"Ser Jorah Mormont. He is serving as adviser to the Targaryens." Varys answered.

" Mormont? You bring us the whispers of a traitor half a world away and call it fact?" Ned questioned.

"Jorah Mormont's a slaver, not a traitor. Small difference, I know, to an honorable man." Petyr corrected

"He broke the law, betrayed his family, fled our land. We commit murder on the word of this man?" Ned looked around the group.

Barristan couldnt breathe. Daenerys, her little sister was pregnant and that would be the reason that the king finally snapped and killed Davina. He couldnt just run out of the room and warn her. He glanced to Petyr not knowing where his loyalties ever lied but he seemed to like davina. Would he sit back and watch her die at Roberts wicked hands?

'And if he is right and she has a son?' Robert shouted 'a Targaryen at the head of a Dothraki army what then?'

'The narrow sea still lies between us' Ned reminded him. 'I will fear the Dothraki the day they teach the horses to walk on water.' Ned added. He wanted to speak up on behalf of Davina, how his Arya adored Davina. How she hadnt caused much trouble of the years, certainly she had been helpful and kind since ned arrived. How could Robert just murder her out of fear. 

''Do nothing that is your wise advice? Do nothing until our enemies are on our show us! You are my council, council speak sense into this honorable fool!' he demanded

''I understand your misgivings' varys said. 'Truly it is a horrible thing we must consider the realm, to rule sometimes we must do a vile thing for the good of the realm.''

''I wish this girl no ill will,' Pyselle said 'but should the dothraki invade how many innocence will die? How many towns with bleed? Is it not wise that she should die now so that tens of thousands might live?'

'We should've had them killed years ago.''

"Gregor." Davina saw something different in his eyes. "Whats wrong?"

"The king-" He hesitated. 

"What?" Davina demanded. Gregor sighed shaking his head. 

"The-" but davinas door flew open and petyr appeared.

"The king wants you dead Davina." Petyr declared.

"Way to bury the lead Gregor!" Davina shouted running to her bed dropping to her knees and laying flat

"Are you hiding?" Gregor questioned but she yanked free a go bag and a few daggers. "What the fuck..."

"Dont try to stop me gregor." Davina commanded pointing the blade at him

"I came to warn you, you idiot. Not kill you." Gregor growled. Petyr looked between them before the door flew open again.

"Princess."

"Barry." Davina moved to him quickly. He held her.

"I worried i was too late."

"Right on time as always."

"Not always unfortunately darling." Barristan countered.

"He's coming for me."

"I won't let him." Barristan whispered. 

"I can't let her leave." Gregor interrupted. 

"Yes you can." 

"Davina?" Arya pushed open the door but took a hesitant step back seeing the display before her. "Ummm I can come back."

"I'm not getting out of this prison." Davina realized. "Gregor won't let me. Petyr will lose his head if he tries. Barry..."

"I'm willing to take that chance princess." Barristan assured. 

"Arya what did you need?"

"Could you..." Arya hesitated. "It's not important you a busy..."

"Tell me please." 

"I have lessons, I was wondering if... my father told me we are leaving soon and I wanted you to convince him otherwise... but maybe you would want to come to my dancing lesson with me." Arya offered. 

"I would love to." Davina agreed. 

"Davina." Gregor growled. 

"You may come and lurk if you like." Davina assured following arya out.