Dress / Gregor Clegane / Davina Targaryen

22. Rightfully Mine

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Davina decided it was best if they didn't talk about that mind blowing wonderful kiss. They headed back to the capital. The smell of smoke filled the air and it reminded her of when her father reigned. It reminded her of how smoke filled the throne room how the fire built up.

It reminded her of that day that day, that the world burned in the north and south tried to kill each other. It reminded her of how she lost and became a prisoner.

Arya glared up at her. She had listened to Davina because Davina had protected her but now she felt like she was making a mistake as the queen narrowed her dark green eyed gaze at them.

"Well this is a surprise." Cersei remarked.

"And you thought you couldnt trust me." Davina agreed.

Hot pie was delivered to the royal kitchens, Gendry was given a space with the royal smiths and Arya felt like she was a prisoner but she tursted Davina.

"Welcome back little wolf." Cersei hissed.

"Arya?" Sansa questioned.

"Hi." Arya grumbled.

" don't worry about putting a guard on her. Gregor already agreed that he could step up and take care of us both.  Arya is scared of him too. Thought you would appreciate that."

"Fine." Cersei agreed. "Go away."

"See?" Davina whispered down to arya. "I run this place."

"What about ser gregor? The fucking mountain?" Arya corrected.

"Dont worry about him. I run this place. And i have a plan." Davina assured.

"You gonna show me the secret passageways?" Arya whispered as gregor lurked behind them.

"You know it."

'My sister request you take care with her in the Gardens.' Loras said coming up to sansa.

'Thank you Ser loras.' Sansa said in a dreamy haze as she let Loras lead her away.

'You're such a dear,' Margaery said taking Sansa's hand.

'I will take my leave... Lady Sansa, ' Loras said walking off  

'Hey flowers." Davina called out. "Gregor give us a moment alone. I need to flirt with my flower dealer." Gregor rolled his eyes unmoving. His gaze stuck on her ass as davina spoke with loras.

"What can i do for you princess?"

"Are you really well to the Lannister after they killed your beloved renly."

"Brienne of tarth did that." Loras hissed.

" and she has Lannister gold written all over her very large self." She agreed. " this deal between your sister and the bastard..."

" my sister has always wanted to be queen." Loras answered. " she's going to be queen."

'Loras is young and very good at knocking men off horses with a stick that does not make him wise as for your fat flower of a father-'" olenna remarked.

'Grandmother what will Sansa's think of us!' Margaery exclaimed.

'She might think we have some wits about us one of us at any rate.'

'"You think she will be queen?" davina laughed out. "No. My plan is in action. My plan is actually gaining some momentum now that im back."

"Your plan?"

"Is your sister going to be terribly upset and become very difficult for me if she does not become queen?"

" she is going to be upset." Loras agreed. "Why tell me this? Dont you think im going to tell and get you in trouble?"

"Oh loras," davina tsked. " you are a heartbroken, boy,." Davina corrected. " of course you can't be trusted." She smirked.

'Here Sansa, come sit with me. We've heard some troublesome tales is there any truth to them? Has this boy mistreated you?" Olenna questioned. Sansa stayed silent. 'Has he ripped out your tongue?" Olenna questioned.

'Joff- King Joffrey he... his grace is very fair and handsome and fit and as brave as a lion.' Sansa said nervously. Olenna rolled her old eyes. She may have been old, but she wasn't blind, and she certainly wasn't foolish. She was going to get nothing out of the scare little dove.  Olenna glanced around seeing the princess Davina with her grandson that was a woman that would know everything and tell her what you needed to know that was woman to have on her side. Funny davina had the same thought.

'Yes all Lannisters are Lions.' Olena agreed, 'and when a Tyrell farts it smells like a rose but how kind of see how clever does he have a good heart and gentle?' Olena asked

'I'm to be his wife I only want to know what he is like.' Margaery asked innocently.

'Tell us the truth no harm will come to you.' Olena agreed.

'My father always told the truth.' Sansa remarked stiffly.

'Yes he had that reputation,' Olena told her 'and they named him trader and took his head.'

'Joffrey,' she corrected. 'Joffrey did that he promised you'd be merciful and he cut my father's head off and then he said that was mercy then he took me up on the walls maybe look at it.'

'Go on,' Margaery encouraged.

'I... I can't I never meant... My father is a traitor my brother as well I have traders blood please don't make me say anymore.' Sansa stammered.

'She's terrified grandmother just look at her.' Margaery noted

'Speak freely child we would never betray your confidence I swear it,' Olena told her

'He's a monster.' Sansa told them

'Oh that's a pity.'

'Please don't stop the wedding.' Sansa begged.

'Have no fear the Lord oaf of high garden is determined that Margaery should be queen, but we thank you for the truth.'

" Should we be worried about Joffrey?" Loras asked.

" no," she answered Simply she turned around nudging Gregor along. " you should be scared if you turn your back on me however because let's face it, your family has the most to lose in this game."

" my family? You are the last dragon."

Davina chuckled sparing him a glance over her shoulder.

" it's just me." she agreed "I have nothing to lose so I'm willing to risk it all to get what I want to get what's rightfully mine."