Dress / Gregor Clegane / Davina Targaryen

11. Burn Me

Robert saw Davina, he had his sights locked on her, she tried to remain brave. Barristan grabbed her hand, Gregor tensed. She kept her sights on Arya training. 

"Your grace!" Was shouted out and Roberts gaze shifted, he turned bumping into a vase, knocking it over with his giant stomach as he turned. He cursed down at the shards and then the man that interrupted his mission. Davina's gaze flickered to Robert and back again. 

"It's Ned Stark. He was attacked."

"Bring me to the fool." Robert barked. 

Davina let out a slow breath. She really had to step up her plans on killing the king before he killed her. 

"She is going to get squashed." Gregor barked.

"Shut up, she is learning." Davina corrected.

"You know how to fight?" Gregor questioned.

"No, of course not. I'm a princess." Davina lied. "I have others do my dirty work." Rhaegar had trained her when she was a child and Barristan continued their training in secret over the years of captivity.  "Wonderful job arya." Davina called out before turning quickly. 

"Princess-" barristan called after her. 

"I'm fine." She whispered.  Gregor marched after her. 

"Where are we going?" 

"To see Balerion." Davina answered. Getting to the dungeons wasnt hard, she knew all the secret passages but she didnt what Gregor to know them so she took the long way around. She didnt even know if the giant of a man could get through some of the passages but she didnt want him knowing either way. 

''if we don't act, there will be a war.' Ned told Robert seriously as pain shot through his leg. 

'So tell your wife to return that little shit of an imp to kings landing. You hear me send a raven and put an end to it!' Robert demanded.

'what of Jaime Lannister?' ned questioned instead. 

'What about Jaime?' Robert said. 'I'm half a kingdom in debt to his father. I don't know what happened between you and those yellow haired shits and I don't want to know. This is what matters. I can't rule the kingdoms if the starks and lannisters are at each other's throats.'

'Robert we need to talk,' ned rasped. He needed to beg him to let Davina live, she hadnt done anything wrong. 

'No I am sick of talk, I am going on a hunt tomorrow; whatever you have to tell me can wait until I return.' Robert assured him.

'What are you doing about Daenerys Targaryen?' ned questioned softly. 

"Don't worry about that, it is done.' robert informed him. 'the last of the targaryens will be dead.''

"And Davina-"

"I'm going to put her head on a spike when I return." Robert declared. "Let her know her final days are coming." He chuckled out. 

"You can't let him kill Davina!" Arya demanded. 

"Arya-"

"She is my friend!" Arya objected. "She helped me get Syrio! I dont want to lose her." 

"You are going home." Ned reminded her. 

"I am not!" Arya demanded. 

"You are." 

"Balerion was the kings dragon. Then another king. King Viserys. He only rode him three times around dragonstone I believe before the old beast died. Viserys never claimed another dragon." davina remarked.  

"You want a dragon." Gregor said knowingly. Whenever she spoke of Targaryen history she spoke of dragons. 

"It's my lifelong dream and I'm not going to get it." 

"You dont know that." Gregor countered. 

"I'm going to die, today, tomorrow the next day. My time line has been moved up. Even if I found an egg, I wouldnt be able to hatch or claim one before my death." Davina corrected. 

"I dont want you to die." Gregor admitted. 

"Then kill the king for me."

"'You are in pain.' Cersei noted coming up to ned in the gardens.

'I have had worse your grace.' Ned informed her.

'Perhaps it's time to go home the south does not seem to agree with you.' Cersei said calmly.

'I know the truth.' Ned told her 'the truth Lord Arryn died for.''

"You are not dead yet." Gregor grumbled. Davina glanced up at him, she was laying on a bench in the gardens, it was a pretty place to be a prisoner. 

"Is it too much to ask that I be burned when I'm gone?" Davina countered. "You blocking my sun." She added. Gregor grumbled moving aside. 

"You are not dying." 

"We all die." Davina corrected. "Some just sooner than others... so when I die, will you burn me after." 

"Davina-" She sat up her dress righting itself as she moved. 

"As Princess Davina Rose Targaryen the rightful ruler of westeros I command you, when I'm dead... burn me."

'Do you Lord stark? Is that why you called me here... to pose for riddles?' cersei questioned with a laugh.

'Has he done this before?' Ned asked pointing to his cheek a bruise forming on Cersei's own cheek.

'Jaime would've killed him if he had. My brother is worth 1000 of your friend.' Cersei snapped.

'Your brother? Or your lover?' Ned offered glancing towards Davina, her face pinched, eyes narrowed up at Gregor as a small tea spilled down her cheek.  Gregor swiped it away. 

"No." Gregor answered. 

"Gregor." She rasped. 

"You are not dying on my watch." Gregor barked marching off. 

"So I will die behind your back instead? You will turn your cheek when they do it?" Davina taunted. "Wash your hands clean of me?" Gregor turned back to her, marching at her with great fury. 

"You are not dying." Gregor seethed. "I won't allow it."

'Targaryen's wed brothers and sisters for thousands of years to keep the bloodline pure.' Cersei reminded him 'Jaime and I am more than brother and sister we share the womb came into this world together we belong together.'

'My son saw you with him....'

'Do you love your children?'

''With all my heart.''