Cane made davina smile. It was like she knew him all her life.
"Mommy!" Dj sung out.
"My princess." Cane purred kissing davinas hand.
"See ya Cane."
"Yes you will." He agreed turning around she saw scars peaking out of his sleeves. Scars that reminded her of her own.
"Mommy!" Dj declared. "I found you."
"Hey sweet pea." Davina answered.
"Whos that?" Tommen questioned coming up behind them.
"Cane." Davina answered as she picked up dj.
"Can we go on a dragon ride?" Dj questioned
"Cane what?" Tommen countered.
"Said it wasn't important" davina shrugged. Tommen glanced back at the solider. The solider that was keenly watching davina. "I love a good ride. Come on dj we can take Fury and Cannibal out if hes back."
"Did he go on a trip?" Dj questioned.
"I dont try to tame them. They are one with me. We are companions and friends. Bonded." Davina answered. "I dont try to control them. Or keep track of a man as bold and free as cannibal."
Aegons room was removed books because he didn't think he needed them The crown was enough for him. While his father was obsessed with history and Legacy, it is not on aegons mind.
"We havent spoken of... Joshua."
"No." Maeve agreed looking around.
"Thank you for coming."
"I didnt think i had a choice." Maeve countered.
"It is ignorance and vanity." Otto hissed. "You know as well as I do that Aegon must be kept in check. As does Ser Criston. The two of them together... "
"Ser Criston is not temperate..." Alicent countered. "but his devotion cannot be questioned. If it does come to war..."
" He's ensured it. He's young and unschooled. His faith is in steel and bone. He has not the long view." Otto countered.
"None of them do." Alicent agreed.
"They wish now not for the good of the realm, but for the petty satisfaction of vengeance."
"Aegon is still malleable. It is the death of the child that has unstrung him." Alicent assured.
"We need to be united." Aegon told her.
"Are we not?" Maeve countered
"Something is on your mind. Im your husband. Tell me." He urged.
"Im scared." Maeve answered.
"Stay with me tonight." Aegon requested moving closer.
"That doesnt make me feel safe." Maeve corrected.
"Pick your guard. A sworn sword. I will have them vetted" aegon offered.
"Im not safe here-"
"Your mother had our son-"
"My mother would have never-" maeve shouted.
"Yet our son is dead!" Aegons voice boomed and maeve quivered shrinking down to her knees. "Oh fuck..."
"I can't stay here. Exiled from the council. Witness to the blundering of our plans." Otto admitted. "I'll return to Oldtown. The Hightowers still have strength, and you have a son there who will take more kindly to instruction. Daeron may yet help us in weeks to come." Otto added.
"Go rather to Highgarden. The Tyrells must be taken in hand." Alicent countered. "Their bannermen are wavering. While you're gone, I'll speak sense to him. His blood will cool. In time, you may yet return."
"The young are peacocks... all shrieking and feathers."
"Are you okay?"
"Im fine". Davina answered
"You knocked". Robbie countered "you never knock." He corrected his mother.
"You are a young man. You need your privacy ." Davina countered.
"Since when?" Robbie questioned.
"Ha ha. "
"What can i do for you?"
"High garden."
"What?"
"Old town is hightower run but tommen will get the farthest corners of the world on our side. What do you think about high garden? Taking a flight and seeing if we can secure their unity? To the rightful queen Avalon."
"Your wish is my command." Robbie agreed.
"Thank you". Davina said as the cake was placed before her. "Whos cares about a war when winterfell makes carrot cake like this?"
"Are you okay?" Tyler asked
"Why does everyone keep asking me that?"
"Because you were polite. "
"Im polite " she corrected sternly
"You are not." tyler corrected
"Its cane isnt it". Daya spoke up "he got you in a good mood."
"Who?" Brandon demanded
"Im happy. Is being polite such a crime?" Davina drawled.
"It is when you are involved."
"Do you need help?"
"Yes but I came here instead." Aegon answered drinking back another glass of ale. "My wife hates me."
"So does everyone elses."
"She doesnt fuck me anymore."
"Whos wife willingly fucks them?" The barkeep countered.
"I dont think she has ever loved me and i cant change her mind anymore.... My grandsire threatened her."
"Never good."
"And i think my brother is fucking her."
"Yikes. Let me get you another drink."
"And she might be a hostage while her mother tries to steal my throne." Aegon finished.
"Another round indeed."
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