Renegade// Criston Cole / Davina Targaryen

17. Disobedience

Everyone talks about the fight or flight response but less so the freeze. When davina walked In to see a man standing over her sons crib she froze seeing the dagger in his hand as he glowered down at aemond. Her precious baby boy.

"That's not the boy you are looking for." Davina said past her racing heart

"How would you know?" He countered not looking back at her.

"Well im assuming you want to abduct the prince aegon but that is my son and we all know the queen is a stunning redhead." Davina added. He turned to her.

"Fair enough but now you have seen my face."

"Its an un-memorable face". Davina countered

It was fair to say davina won that fight even though she ended up on a maesters table with a gash to her head and to her leg. Her head felt more like a hang over until she touched it her leg throbbed and stung with every step.

The maester reccomended full bed rest. Davina refused to sit still. He put her on crutches and recommended a wheeled chair but three weeks had gone by and she limped along her leg wrapped as she stopped beside larys.

"You don't want this limp forever". Larys warned her. "If you dont rest now so you can fly later."

"I technically dont need my legs to fly. Flying with Fury he uses his wings." She added with a wink.

"Yet..." he looked to her leg and then his own. "You like to strut. A bit hard with a bumb leg."

"Thanks larys." She added. "I needed to hear that."

Basically an excuse to be treated like a lazy princess.

Davina was ringing a bell. It was loud high pitched and even annoying to davina but that was the point of a bell. She could not admit defeat and give up her stupid annoying bell.

"I'm coming." Criston assured placing the tray down.

"My Hero. I was simply finished."

"Since the last time i delivered a single grape at your request?"

"You don't have me to keep you on your toes while im here laying in bed. Don't need you getting lazy."

"I know many things we could do that don't involve leaving this bed." Criston assured.

Aemond got a big kid bed. Well a little big kid bed. This was not what criston had in mind. Making, building a bed for aemond.

Davinas smile however as aemond helped criston was priceless.

"Look!" Aemond declared.

"You two make a good team." Davina agreed. The thick feather bed was place on the bed and aemond jumped up.

"Mine!"

"My big kid. What do you say to ser criston?"

"Good job." Aemond answered. Criston chuckled

"Definitely your son- hey, hey, hey, dont get up-"

"I have to pee." Davina countered. "Im not on complete bed rest. I can move. I dont want to be crippled forever like dear ole larys."

"Why do you listen to larys strong and not me?" Criston demanded. Davina turned to him. "I have been telling you since you got injured-"

"Great sworn sword letting me get hurt." Davina teased. He pulled her to a seat.

"Davina-"

"I saw larys and realized I don't want to be a cripple forever. Im stubborn you knew that about me already." Davina added. "Okay. Now get me carrot cake. You are my slave."

"Arent I already?" Criston countered

"Good point." Davina confirmed. Kissing his cheek before looking to aemond still testing out his new bed. "I do value you criston." She whispered "i would not put up with your disobedience if I didnt."

"My- MY- disobedience?"