Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Onions and bastards - Davos x Reader

Another new character. Hope you enjoy.

"You are watching her again. If you can't keep your eyes off her, it will not be long before people begin to notice, no matter how much you try and pretend." Tyrion said as he came up behind Davos, as they, and others, celebrated Bran Stark's first year of rule. Davos doing his best to ignore the little man, as he came to sit next to him.

"Not that I can blame you, (Y/n) Snow is the most beautiful of creatures. And quite the most charming woman I have ever met; surprisingly eloquent and well-read for a girl that was led to believe for most of her life, was Ned Stark's bastard. Though of course we should no longer call her that, now we know who she really is; Visenya Targaryen. A wise choice on Lyanna Stark's behalf, if you were to ask me. The sister and wife of Aegon the Conqueror, after whom Jon gets his own true name. A woman that not only played a key role in Aegon's Conquest of Westeros; but also, single-handedly and without a drop of blood being shed, conquered the Vale of Arryn. And there was our Visenya, just as her ancestor had been, aiding her brother in his battles. Though I believe in this case, even if Jon had not been exiled, they would not have married............"

"Is there any point to this history lesson......." Davos asked, as he finally looked at Tyrion.

"Well..........I was just wondering how a man that had survived both the Battle of the Bastards and the Blackwater, amongst many other things; could not summon up the courage to speak to a young woman that it is obvious his eye has fallen on.........."

"She is young enough ta be my daughter........" The old smuggler continued, as he turned his attention back to (Y/n) who was talking to Brienne. The two friends smiling broadly as they spoke.

"That is true; but it has never stopped men before. I used to know of many an old lord, that had a pretty wife, or at least a mistress half his age, if not more. Admittedly I also know a few of those pretty ladies used to turn their attention to the likes of our Master of Coin, for their entertainment when their husbands could no longer get it up; but that is by the by.............."

"Well, I doubt that Jon would want tha likes of me ta be with his sister............"

"And why not. You are a Lord now. The Master of Ships, a greatly respected position on the King's Small Council. And you were the one that proclaimed Jon Snow as the King in the North after he retook Winterfell, from House Bolton. You served her brother as his principal advisor and his right-hand man until he was sent into exile. Given all that, there are, to my mind at least, worse men that could claim the hand of one of the last living dragons. And also given that you unfortunately lost your son, Matthos, at the Blackwater, perhaps she is a chance for a new start. But if you want to spend the rest of your life alone, watching (Y/n) from afar, until some other man that does not have the same qualms as you do, asks for her hand, that is up to you........." Tyrion continued. Patting the older man on the arm, before jumping down from his seat. Leaving the Onion Knight, to turn his attention back to the two women. A smile coming to his lips, as he caught (Y/n)'s eye. Davos finding himself returning the gesture as the northern lady waved at him.

Could the little man, be right...........? He and Jon had got on well; the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark even asking him to watch over his sister, when Jon had told (Y/n) that he would not allow her to be exiled with him. And he had done that, Davos had been keeping a very good eye on her; yet so had many other men. Men that were probably more deserving of a woman as beautiful as her. Men that were not the son of a poor crabber, from Flea Bottom. That had not become a sailor and then a smuggler; and had only achieved their knighthood, because they had smuggled onions and other much needed supplies to help Stannis Baratheon's forces survive until the end of the war. Though he had also lost four fingertips at the knuckles, for his efforts.

Yet he did want nothing more than to protect her; he did want to care for her, probably more than any other man in the Six Kingdoms, other than Jon himself. And the notion of a new start, a chance at happiness, love, and perhaps an opportunity to continue his line, he had to admit, was quite appealing. Davos watching as (Y/n) said something more to Brienne, before getting to her feet and leaving the hall. The Onion Knight finishing his drink, before deciding to follow after her. Deciding that now could be the moment to speak to her about the feelings that he had; and hope that when he did, she would not be disgusted.

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"My lady............." A familiar voice called out. (Y/n) turning to see Davos making his way towards her, as she stood on the balcony.

"Davos.......how many times must I tell you, it is just (Y/n). I am no lady........"

"You are tha daughter of tha Targaryen prince, of Lady Lyanna Stark. That makes ya a lady in my books.........." Davos countered, as he came to stand next to her.

"To you and some other, perhaps; but to me.........to me I will always just be (Y/n) Snow. The bastard daughter of Eddard Stark, and I am proud of that. Though I must admit, I am sure that Jon and my life would have been much easier if Catelyn had known that we were not the product of her husband's sin..........." (Y/n) countered, as she looked over the city, that was continuing to take shape. Davos fighting the urge to reach out and push back her hair, as the breeze caught it and blew some stands across her face.

"Now, I can't imagine that you followed me to speak of my lineage......so......." She continued, as she turned to look at the man by her side. Her brows furrowing as her protector refused to look at her.

"Davos......what..........?"

"I was wondering.........wondering if ya would do me tha honour of allowing me ta court ya. I know I am an old man; that maybe ya want something more than a former smuggler as a husband. But I would take things slowly; I wouldn't make ya do anything ya didn't want. And if ya decided one day that ya loved me, as much as I know I love you, then..............." Davos finding a soft pair of lips on his. His eyes growing wide as he realised that he was not dreaming; that in fact, (Y/n) was actually kissing him.

"I thought you were never going to say anything. Brienne has been telling me for some time, that you were just waiting for the right moment; even saying that tonight, might be it. And here we are. So, yes, Lord Davos Seaworth, I would very much like you to court me; and perhaps we can start now. I have no need to return to the celebration, just yet. It is a beautiful night, so..........." (Y/n) explained, as she took a seat on the stone bench. Davos quickly joining her. A smile coming to his lips, as her hand moved to take his. The Onion Knight knowing that whether she saw herself as a Targaryen, a Stark, or still a bastard daughter; one day she would definitely be calling herself a Seaworth.