Davos I (ASOS)

Ser Davos was alive, he had survived the wildfire explosion on the Blackwater and was able to make it back to Dragonstone.

Davos was rescued by his old friend Salladhor Saan, who was the man who gave him the latest news of what was happening in the kingdoms.

He was aboard the Shayala's Dance, as he had been rested from being stuck outside the coast and coming back from such a dreadful explosion.

"What is the news, old friend." Ser Davos asked, as his voice was tired and was exhausted.

"Your son Devan, the prince's squire is alive. The boy was lucky to escape from the battle with the king." Salladhor replied.

"What of the King?"

"Only the Florents remain with the King Stannis, after some of the others were captured and forced to bend the knee to the boy king."

"Thank gods, at least the king lives."

"Lord Sunglass was sacrificed onto the fires by the Red Priestess, as an offering to her god." The pirate said grimly, "Lord Alester is now Hand of the King, but the king remains in the Stone Drum and sees no one, but the priestess."

Dread shook the mind of the Onion Knight, as he thought of where was the prince and why didn't his old friend talk about him.

"What happened to the prince, is he alive and well?"

"I'm afraid not, old friend. The king's son has been missing for many moons, and many believe him to be dead, even your Queen cries for him, and so does the King's Hand being the boy's uncle."

"The prince missing. It's what was the saddest of all news. Jacob was a dutiful boy, who did his duty to his king well. The fact that he is gone, is what makes these Florents angry and some grief for his presumed death."

The defeat of his king was bad news, but he was informed of how it was the relief forces of the remaining Lannister men with Lord Tywin and the Tyrells, who joined them in saving King's Landing.

"I understand why the king conceals himself from all his men and his queen."

"Can you blame him? He believes his son to be dead and his cause to be ruined."

"No, it cannot be possible. Prince Jacob is a warrior in his own right, he cannot have easily been killed by some lower knight."

"Any man can be killed, especially when he is unarmed."

"Nonsense, is there any more news of the prince, did anyone conduct search parties for him?"

"Mainly Lord Alester and his brother Axell led them, but the poor boy was nowhere to be found."

"How did this happen, was no one at the battle to keep an eye on him?"

"No, when the retreat was sounded by the Bastard of Nightsong, the prince saved his life and allowed him to get the boy's king father to safety before himself. Selfless boy, too kind to be his father's son."

The Onion Knight was glad Devan was alive, and okay, but the boy must be grieving knowing the tragedy that befell Prince Jacob and feels guilty for not protecting him.

"I know it wasn't his fault, but he did his duty to the prince. I bet most of the Florent men would blame him for the prince's presumed death."

Then, he thought of Melisandre, the Red Woman. She had brought death and ruin to the king's cause and not warned him of the wildfire attack and the destruction of his fleet.

He had lost Maric, Matthos, Dale and Allard in the Battle of Blackwater with the wildfire explosion, as he blamed the Lady Melisandre for it.

The Onion Knight didn't want to think about sad face of his wife Marya, when she found out the news of the deaths of their eldest sons, all because they were loyal to the rightful king.

He thought of his youngest sons Stannis and Steffon, named for Prince Jacob's father and late lord grandfather. They were too young to understand the meaning of death and war.

"I will kill her; she is to blame for the tragedy befalling the king and the deaths of my sons and the prince." Davos said.

"Davos, steer away from this course. The woman has power and might see you coming." Salladhor replied, attempting to rear his old friend of this course of revenge.

"The witch played the king and his court. She is a master manipulator, and I bet she had a hand in the prince's death, so she can bend the king to her will."

"You don't know that, I have heard news of him still living, but was kidnapped by some rogue knights in the battle."

"Don't lie to me, you may think nothing of him, but I loved him, like he was my own son and I couldn't protect him." Davos seethed, not wanting to know how Jacob suffered, and if he was really dead.

"We are close to the shore, and you best do well not to anger your king further, old friend."

The Onion Knight thanked Salladhor for saving his life and bringing him much needed news, but he rebuffed his counsel on seeking revenge for his king's defeat, the deaths of his sons and the prince.

Ser Davos would avenge the deaths, suffered at the indirect hands of the Red Woman and will save his king from falling slave to her wicked spell and powers.

The Onion Knight had got out of the Shayala's Dance, as he saw his old friend sail away, as he was on the shores of Dragonstone.

Ser Davos was lucky to be alive, but he knew the Seven still had a reason to keep him in this world.

His mind was riddled with grief and sadness, as his old friend told him about what had befallen the prince and what had happened to him.

"It's my fault, my king trusted me with the safety and wellbeing of his son and I failed him. Blessed boy is dead and the king has lost hope in his cause for the Iron Throne, his son and heir was whom he loved more than anything, more than his own brothers."

Whilst walking on the shore, his eyes caught on two children he was familiar with very well, as they were playing together.

Princess Shireen had the sapphire blue eyes and the midnight black hair of her house, as did her princely brother. With the greyscale being on the left cheek of the child, she seemed solemn and smiled at the presence of another child her own age.

The boy with the princess was Edric Storm, the acknowledged bastard son of the late King Robert and the Queen's cousin Delena Florent. Unlike Prince Jacob, the boy inherited the large ears and nose of his mother's family, but had the same hair colour and eyes of his royal cousins.

"Ser Davos, you are alive." The princess said happily, with a smile on her face.

"Nice to see you too, princess." Ser Davos replied.

"I never thought you would live, since…Jacob went missing, everyone thinks he is dead, but I believe he will come back."

"Poor child." Ser Davos thought, as he felt sorry for the princess, she was experiencing the presumed death of her brother.

Edric Storm greatly resembled the late King Robert and the late Lord Renly, as Prince Jacob never did, taking after his father Stannis's looks with none of the Florent ugliness on him.

"My uncle should have never cut off your fingers," Edric said strongly. "He should have been grateful for your service to him."

"Listen, boy. He maybe your uncle, but he is your king as well." Ser Davos replied, defending the honour of his king.

"It's a shame what happened to cousin Jacob, Uncle Renly told me he was a fearsome warrior trained by Lord Tarly."

"I believe he is still alive and desperate for help." The Princess commented.

"I hope so too, my princess. I would have gotten off the island and rescued him, if I had known."

"What is my cousin like, Ser Davos?" The boy asked.

"Your cousin Jacob is honourable, even though his methods seem the opposite. He is a warrior in his own right, fighting valiantly in his father's war. He has a political mind, good for playing court games and intimidating the high lords and ladies."

"He sounds like a copy of Uncle Stannis, but less serious and grim."

Princess Shireen laughed at the jape, even though Davos took it to heart, as it was what most people thought of his king, when he was still Lord Stannis.

Grim, serious and dour.

The Onion Knight knew those same high lords and ladies said the same things about his son Jacob, because he appeared gruff and unfriendly to girls and to other highborn men and women.

The bastard boy was a good companion for the princess, somehow helping her cope through realising her brother was not here anymore.

"The boy is a good playmate for the princess, she is sullen and sad. The poor child misses her brother and I hope the family find peace, if the prince is really dead."

"Ser Davos, why are you so loyal to Cousin Jacob, when he is presumed to be dead." Edric asked.

"Well, the prince did me a great service. He treats me no less than he treats the lords and ladies around him. He defended Maester Cressen when the Red Woman and your aunt the Queen tried to make a motley of him. It's shame the old maester couldn't stop the prince's blood lust, as it's in his blood, like your late father."

"Do you believe he is dead?" Princess Shireen questioned.

"No, and if he was dead, then your father and mother; the king and queen would have known by now and received a raven about his body, if he had been killed."

"It matters not, the Florent men have been searching throughout the island for many days, and still he cannot be found. Lord Florent cried, alongside the Queen when they realised the Prince was dead."

Ser Davos knew the boy was a dead king's bastard, but he was smart and intelligent, it was years of studying under Ser Cortnay Penrose for many years at Storm's End.

"How is Devan, was he shaken when he heard the news?" The Onion Knight asked the princess.

"He blames himself for failing, but he stood by father's side when the battle was lost. Uncle Axell blames him for Jacob being missing." The princess said sadly.

Before the boy and the princess could speak any further, the knight turned around to see a few Florent men and the grumpy, large eared Ser Axell Florent; Uncle of the Queen and the now dead prince.

"Seize him, for treason in plotting the murder of the Lady Melisandre, take him away." The man snarled, as the men proceeded to take Davos away.

The cells were dark and lonely, as he felt the tears leaving his eyes, in grief and remembrance for the long gone prince, who was in the image of what a man of House Baratheon should look like.

His cell in particular was cold and frosty, due to it always being dark and there being no way of keeping warm and protecting himself from the cold.

Nevertheless, The Onion Knight was unluckily caught by Ser Axell Florent, who had the grace of throwing him into the cells, as it where he was now.

Ser Davos had been caught, plotting to kill the Lady Melisandre, for the defeat of his king and the death of his four eldest sons.

"This is my own folly, plotting to kill the Red Woman, when the Queen's Men would have taken my head for it, the only reason Ser Axell didn't was because he wanted to honour his dead nephew's memory and not do it."

The dungeons were dark and miserable, as the dripping of wetness were coming from above. As it's such a place for common criminals or traitors to the rightful king.

Ser Davos saw the proud face of Ser Axell when he threw him in here, as if he waited for a long time to do so, as he hated him, like most of the Queen's relatives.

A light from a burning torch caught the corner of Davos's eye. As the person holding it, as clothed in red and the shining ruby from the necklace was what he saw.

He knew it was the Red Priestess, whom he plotted to kill and remove from the side of King Stannis.

"My purpose is to keep the darkness at bay, as the Lord of Light had intended me to." Lady Melisandre spoke.

"What about the shadow your birthed, my lady?" Ser Davos asked.

"Stannis is too weak and should I draw more life-energy from him, he would die." The Red Woman explained.

"It explains why I saw his face in the belly of darkness at Storm's End." The Onion Knight thought to himself.

"There are two sides of the war to come, one side of R'hllor and the other side is of the Great Other, whose name cannot be spoken. They are opposites, like black and white, good and evil and ice and fire. The Great Other is the god of darkness, the soul of Ice and his war with R'hllor is everlasting. The Other's servants often hide in plain view, but the priests and priestesses of R'hllor can see through these falsehoods, I have also seen in my flames, when you wanted to murder me."

"I wanted to do so, because you caused the deaths of my sons, who died on the Battle of Blackwater and for not seeing the king's defeat through your visions."

"It is prophesised that Azor Ahai shall be reborn, amidst salt and smoke to wake the dragons out of stone. You have served him once, and he has other plans for you, Onion Knight." The Red Priestess says, as she departs from him.

The Onion Knight had enough of the Red Woman's mad babblings and horseshit about fairytale prophecies from ages ago.

He thought if Prince Jacob had heard such things, he would have dismissed them as fairytale stories he heard in his stay in Winterfell.

Ser Davos missed the duty bound prince, as he was the only thing keeping the Lady Melisandre from capturing the king under her wicked spell.

Now Prince Jacob was gone, chaos will ensure in the King's court between the men of both factions.

The King's Men were men, who were only loyal to Stannis, but despised Lady Melisandre for influencing the king with her mad religion. Most of them would be protected by the prince, as most of them believed in the Seven.

The Queen's Men were men, who were loyal to their king, but were forever loyal to Queen Selyse and Lady Melisandre, as most of them have abandoned their own religions to convert to the one the Red Woman brought to the island.

The doors of the dungeons open, for Ser Axell to appear again, but he had someone new to throw into the cells with him.

Ser Davos saw the man close-up, as he recognised him to be the man's brother Alester, who was the King's Hand, and he tosses him into the cell with him.

The man had the large ears, and was better looking than most of the Florents, who mostly had the ugliness inherited through their family for generations. He was shaking and had tears running down his cheeks, mostly because he looked defeated.

Ser Davos knew this man was a high lord, he was the uncle of the Queen and was now thrown into the cells like a known traitor.

"My nephew Imry died with the fleet, and most of the king's bannermen were captured at the battle and bent the knee to Joffrey." Lord Alester spoke, with desperation in his voice.

"The king knew some of them would be fickle and change sides at any moment, especially knowing when the prince went missing."

"Now I am condemned a traitor for writing a letter I planned to send to Lord Tywin, offering peace and suggesting Stannis to swear fealty to the boy king, but would remain Lord of Dragonstone and Storm's End, and I would get Brightwater Keep back."

"What else did you offer?"

Lord Florent began to cry, and was sniffling through his tears. "Jacob forgive me, for what I have done. In addition, I offered Shireen's hand in marriage to Tommen and Jacob's to Lord Tywin's niece Janei."

"You committed grave treason by lord, and you have sullied your honour and your nephew's memory." Ser Davos gritted between his teeth. "You knew the prince was missing, but yet you offer his hand to the same girl he spurred years ago."

"Not treason. Never treason. I love His Grace as much as any man. My own niece is his queen and my great nephew is his heir, and I remained loyal when wiser men fled. I am his hand, the Hand of the King, how can I be a traitor."

"Offering the prince's sister, as a hostage to the ones who hold his father's rightful throne. Have you no shame, what if the prince is alive and knew of what you have done."

"He is dead, Davos. I don't like to hear it, but it's true. The Florent men scouted the island and the mainland for him and he wasn't to be found. I saw the distressed look on my niece and queen's face when she had acknowledged the death of her son, she was devastated and heartbroken."

"If he was truly dead, we would have seen his body or the Lannisters would have sent a warning message."

"Stannis Baratheon will never sit on the Iron Throne. Is it treason to say the truth? A bitter truth, but no less true for that."

"You pledged yourself to King Stannis, when you left the fallen banners of his dead brother Renly, did you not betray your nephew and not place your army at his side. You should know better than most the importance of blood."

Then, the defeated Lord Florent changed the subject. "The talk of stone dragons is madness, sheer madness. Did we learn nothing from Aerion Brightflame, who drunk wildfire to try and transform himself into a dragon; from the nine mages, from the alchemists? Did we learn nothing from Summerhall, the great fire that caused the deaths of a king, prince and a Lord Commander of the Kingsguard? No good comes from these dreams of dragons."

Ser Davos left Lord Florent to his woes and tears, he almost felt sorry for the man because he had lost his lands to loyalists of the Lannister-Tyrell coalition, and he is grieving for the death of his great nephew Prince Jacob.

"This man is defeated, he was Stannis's Hand, until his brother caught him committing treason against the king. Look at him, the sad lord who never got the chance to say goodbye to his nephew."

"My brother and my niece were angry, for good reason. They never got the chance to grieve for Jacob properly and I suspect the king is as well. The king broods all day and does nothing, while the queen and I rule in his stead."

"His only son and heir is missing or presumed dead, have you noticed, my lord?"

"Selyse said the Lady Melisandre has seen it in her visions, of how Jacob will return to us. She and Axell believe it to be true, but the king is tired of her trickery, especially at the expense of his son."

The doors of the dungeons open for Ser Axell to appear, as he walked past the cells and looked at the Onion Knight. "The king will see you now."