Dress / Gregor Clegane / Davina Targaryen

19. Enemy

Falling / Bran Stark out now!
" what do you think about this kerfuffle with the north?"

" well, you know me I agree with you wholeheartedly. The north has been despicable for years I mean honestly that's Stark girl bewitching my dear brother.." davina tsked. Arya rolled her eyes. " if you think about it, history is really repeating itself. The north and the south fighting against each other except I'm not on the throne..." yet. " but if I were.," she offered cautiously. " you know this never would've happened."

" do I know that?" Tywin counter, leaning in.

Gregor didn't like their back-and-forth banter the way they flirted, and not flirted with each other it made him want to kill his Lord tywin Lannister.

" well, for starters, I wouldn't have had a legitimate children to leave such rumors open about their birthright." she tsked clucking her tongue. " and then I would've chosen a proper small council right now the council is filled with untrustworthy people and you know it."

" I do know it which is why I sent my son to handle things for me while I'm here."

" Oh, good, you found Jamie?"

"Tyrion ." he mumbled his breath lean and bring your hand to her ear

" I'm sorry I didn't hear you have to speak up he cleared his throat before swallowing down a thick glass of wine

"Tyrion." Tywin repeated. Davina stared back at him Well that was new since when did he trust his youngest son?

" that's wonderful."

" your voice Rose an active, and I know you're lying to me." Tywin corrected.

" it's wonderful that you're trusting your son, but are you so short right to put the feet of the realms in Tyrions hands? I mean this is the most responsibility he's ever gotten... well ever."

" let's just hope he doesn't burn down the castle while we're gone."

" oh, honey, you know burning is more my style." Davina purred.

"What the fuck was that?" Gregor spat. When they were in public, he usually stuck to the strong in silent type when they were alone, he let his attitude show.

" what are you talking about?" she drawled.

" I'm talking about you and Lord Tywin." Gregor barked.

" he trusts me. He likes me he really likes me. And I need him to like me because the rest of his family are idiots." Davina informed him seriously.

" you don't have to flirt with him." he grumbled.

" but I do because it makes you extra grumbly and I love seeing you jealous."

" I'm not jealous." he barked back, his gaze threatening on her.

" then why do you care who I talk to?"

" I'm your guard-"

" given to me by the Lannister and the Lannister is the man that I'm talking to so you have no need to be jealous because I'm perfectly safe with him."

He hated that he absolutely hated that. Because honestly, he didn't want her to feel safe with anyone but him. He didn't know that she did feel safe around him, but he wanted to be the one to protect her not some old withered lion. 

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"Can you read?' Tywin questioned Arya.

'My Lord?' Arya questioned

'Can you read? This letter detailing our infantry movements was meant for Lord Damon of House Marbrand. It was sent to Lord Marlyn of House Dormand.' Tywin told her and arya stepped away, embarrassed and worried that she got caught snooping

'My apologies, My Lord. I must have ...' Arya began, she looked to Davina. She was calm and relaxed, Arya didnt know that she liked how relaxed Davina was around the enemy but she supposed davina had been living with the enemy most of her life. 

'Girl, fetch me the "History of the Greater and the Lesser Houses." It's the one on the ...' Tywin began but Arya grabbed it. 'My cupbearer can read better than you. To whom does House Dormand owe allegiance?''

''My Lord, I ...'

''To the Starks of Winterfell!' Tywin shouted at his council a smile quirked on Davina's lips. Yes they were because the lannisters were shit heads. ''Who have 20,000 men and my son! I judged you might be good for something more than brutalizing peasants. I see I overestimated you. If you ever put my son's life at risk again, I'll..." Tywin sighed. 'Leave us.' Tywin demanded and waited for his council to clear out. 

"Can I stay Ty?" Davina purred. 

"You may do as you like, Davina." Tywin agreed. She brought a hand to her heart, Gregor rolled his eyes muttering under his breath from the door. 

''Put the book away, girl.' Tywin instructed. Arya nodded taking the book, Tywin watched her 'Maybe you should devise our next battle plan while you're about it.' A knock at the door drew his attention.

'Lord Petyr Baelish.' Was announced. Baelish, Baelish, Baelish. Arya kept her head down as petyr came in and she cleaned up.

'Give us the room. Clear all this." Tywin gestured at the table for Arya to clear. 

"Petyr!" Davina declared moving to him. She hugged him smirking at Gregor over his shoulder, Gregor growled low in his throat. "What are you doing here?"

"Princess," Petyr whispered kissing her cheek, Gregor felt extra murderous, he clenched his fists at his side instead of bashing Petyr's head in.  ' Lord Tywin.'

'Baelish. Wine?''

''Thank you.' Petyr answered sitting down. Davina sat beside him. 

"How are things at the capital? A mess without me I assume." Davina purred. Tywin rolled his eyes picking up his glass. Petyr chuckled reaching out a hand for her under the table. 

''What news from the capital?' Tywin agreed. 

''I travelled here directly from Renly Baratheon's camp.'' Petyr corrected. 

''Ah, the late king Renly. Rather a short reign.' Tywin mused. 'murdered by a woman, I hear.''

"We are quite dangerous." Davina agreed. 

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'You should stand side face.' Arya remarked as gendry was practicing

'Side face?'

'Sideways.' She clarified showing him how it was done. 

'Why?'

''Smaller target.'' Gregor answered. Arya jumped turning to him. "Not if you are me though." Arya glared up at him. "Am I wrong girl?"

''Am I fighting someone?' Gendry countered. 

''You're practicing for a fight.' Arya told him turning back to him, she could feel gregor staring down at her.  ''You should practice right.''

"Girl is right." Gregor agreed. It was strange seeing Gregor with children, Davina had decided. But it was refreshing to see him showing, not compassion but advice, maybe to the younger generation.