stannis seaworth

“When I’m older,” Stanny declared, “I’m going to be Lord Stannis’ squire too, just like Devan.”

Steff laughed. “You can’t! Then there will be two Stanny in King’s Landing.”

Devan smiled. “I don’t think Lord Stannis has ever been called Stanny.”

“Maybe his mother called him Stanny. Or his father,” Stanny speculated. “He must have been a boy once, just like me. He wasn’t born all … Lord Stannis-like.”

Devan tried to imagine Lord Stannis as a boy, apple-cheeked and with a front tooth missing, like Stanny. His eyes would be blue, of course, not dark brown like Stanny’s, and his hair would be darker than Stanny’s. He would be laughing and smiling, playing and horsing around with his brothers, like Stanny. No, brother, not brothers, since his younger brother Renly would not be born until Lord Stannis was three-and-ten. Somehow, the picture did not quite come together in Devan’s imagination; Lord Stannis and King Robert playing monsters-and-maidens and come-into-my-castle, or chasing each other in the courtyard until they ran out of breath, or stuffing their faces with apples and peaches like Devan, Stanny and Steff had done that very morning.

But perhaps Lord Stannis and King Robert were closer when they were boys. Perhaps they did not always glare at each other with matching fury in their eyes and icy coldness in their voices. Did they become more distant after King Robert was sent to the Eyrie to foster with Lord Arryn, while Lord Stannis stayed home at Storm’s End?

And, Devan worried, would the same fate inflict him and his younger brothers, now that he was spending most of his time in King’s Landing squiring for Lord Stannis, away from Stanny and Steff?

“Father would know,” Stanny said. “We should ask Father if Lord Stannis was ever called Stanny.”

“I’m bored,” Steff complained. “Can we stop talking about Lord Stanny now?”

Which Lord Stanny? Do you mean me?” Stanny teased.


        Storm’s End dwindled behind them, but the red woman seemed unconcerned. “Are you a good man, Davos Seaworth?” she asked.
        Would a good man be doing this? “I am a man,” he said. “I am kind to my wife, but I have known other women. I have tried to be a father to my sons, to help make them a place in this world. Aye, I’ve broken laws, but I never felt evil until tonight. I would say my parts are mixed, m’lady. Good and bad.

anonymous asked:

"Stannis’ low opinion of the nobility and the hierarchy they uphold, or his instinctive drive to raise up the downtrodden." Could you expand on both of these? I never saw Stannis as one with that opinion of nobility? Nor his preference for underdogs in the text?

Oh Stannis’ opinion of the nobles is all over his conversations with Davos, and it’s consistently not very flattering.

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