Tiny Stannis/Davos ficlet
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Stannis’ fingers brushed over the map, from the Trident down toKing’s Landing and on to Storm’s End. They lingered there, and Davos thought there was something strangely longing in the gesture. Stannis rarely even visited his home since Robert had given it to Renly, rewarding that carefree little boy with what Stannis had earned.
“It should have gone to me,” Stannis said, jaw clenched. “Robert has the Kingdoms, and he has no sons yet. Storm’s End should have been mine by rights. He overlooked me as if I was some bastard, not worthy of holding our family’s castle.”
A year had passed since the end of the war, but the humiliation still stung, whether Stannis was in King’s Landing or on Dragonstone. Robert had pretended to feel generous when he gave Dragonstone to Stannis, “the last Targaryen stronghold”, but they both knew it was nothing but a rock in the sea, nothing compared to the rich Stormlands.
Davos stepped closer to the Painted Table, his maimed fingers came to rest on Cape Wrath, the lands Stannis had granted him, closer to his home than his own seat was now.
“Your brother wronged you,” he agreed quietly. He had learnt quickly enough that Stannis did not care for polite objections that it was not
Davos’ place to judge the king. “Especially after you held Storm’s End for so long.”
Stannis’ hand moved again, this time outlining the coast along Shipbreaker Bay and around Cape Wrath, his touch almost tender, and his
fingers brushed Davos’ maimed ones for a split second. He tensed and pulled away, eyes not meeting Davos’.
“That siege brought you greater rewards than me, smuggler.” Without a further word of dismissal, Stannis turned and left the chamber. Davos had not thought it possible for such a young man to sound so bitter and weary.
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Date: 2011-12-31 01:54 am (UTC)