Davos shuffled through the letters slowly, reading each one several times, wondering whether he should change a word here or add one there. A man should have more to say when staring at the end of his life, he thought, but the words came hard. I did not do so ill, he tried to tell himself. I rose up from Flea’s Bottom to be a King’s Hand, and I learned to read and write.
“I was in the battle. I was … a captain, a … a knight, I was a knight.” “Aye, ser,” the man said, “and serving which king?” The galley might be Joffrey’s, he realized suddenly. If he spoke the wrong name now, she would abandon him to his fate. But no, her hull was striped. She was Lysene, she was Salladhor Saan’s. The Mother sent her here, the Mother in her mercy. She had a task for him. Stannis lives, he knew then. I have a king still. And sons, I have other sons, and a wife loyal and loving. How could he have forgotten? The Mother was merciful indeed. “Stannis,” he shouted back at the Lyseni. “Gods be good, I serve King Stannis. “Aye,” said the man in the boat, “and so do we.”
Breaking a long hiatus to post this in honour of Seaworth Week. I give you a selection of the Seaworth boys, inspired by onehotsummer’s amazing fic Elemental. (If you haven’t read it yet, you really really should.)