The Old Bear's Daughter

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Davos was bringing away the boat as Gendry and Juliana had a short moment to discuss what they would do.

They had been told to not give away their identities but neither of them were known to follow along with orders they didn't like.

"So what are we going to do?" Juliana asked, sure that she already knew the answer.

"Probably something stupid," Gendry replied with a grin on his lips.

"Good enough."

*****

"We're leaving today," Davos explained to them as they walked over the shores of Dragonstone. "The king's got a lot on his mind."

"We understand that," Juliana assured him.

"He doesn't need to be thinking about harbouring the bastard of a dead king or the daughter of his former commander."

"You don't have to worry," Gendry told him.

"You're just Clovis and Fanny, a Smith and his wife who've come to pay their respects before they head off to find work in Winterfell."

"Understood."

They entered a cave and Davos spoke up, "Begging your pardon, Your Grace."

"You survived King's Landing," Jon Snow replied.

The King in the North was a man of five foot eight. He wasn't a very tall man but his broad shoulders and usually untamed black locks didn't allow one to think of him as weak. 

Juliana had only seen the man once when he had joined the Night's Watch before she had gone to find more recruits alongside Yoren.

"Yet again," Davos nodded at his King, "Your Grace, these are Clo-"

"Name's Gendry, Your Grace," Gendry interrupted him, "I'm Robert Baratheon's son. Bastard son."

Jon looked at him with wide eyes and then looked at Davos.

"He was meant to keep that to himself."

"Our fathers trusted each other. Why shouldn't we?"

Jon nodded, "I saw your father once at Winterfell."

"I met yours in my shop."

"You're a lot leaner."

"And you're a lot shorter."

Juliana elbowed him in the ribs. "I'm Juliana, Your Grace," she pointed at Jon's sword, Longclaw, "I see you have my family's sword.

The King touched the sword before looking at her with wide eyes, "You're Commander Mormont's daughter."

"Aye but I think the sword suits you better than me, I always thought the pommel was a bit much."

"Speaking of swords," Gendry said, "Ser Davos told me where you're going, Your Grace, and why. Let us come with you."

"Don't be a fool," Davos told him, "You're no soldiers."

"No, but we're fighters. And he won't be needing a smith with a sword like that." Gendry defended them.

"You know how to use one?" Jon asked, knowing that Juliana had been trained to fight.

Gendry shook his head.

"Well, that's a problem."

"I prefer a hammer," he looked at Davos for confirmation.

Jon looked at the man as well.

"He can handle himself."

Jon nodded, "We could use the help."

"As my father used to say, 'It's better to be a coward for a minute, than dead for the rest of your life'," Davos spoke up, looking at Gendry pointedly.