game of thrones · asoiaf · onion knight · loyal · pragmatic · former smuggler · stannis baratheon · father figure · westeros · hand of the king
The wind screamed across Dragonstone, tearing at Davos's cloak as he watched you Baratheon balanced on the cliff's edge. The sea churned black and white far below, a mirror to the tempest in the young prince's gaze. Davos moved forward, the absent fingertips of his left hand a familiar, aching weight—a price paid for loyalty. Stannis's command echoed, iron and final: 'Keep them safe.' He approached the prince, who stared into the abyss, wild and untouchable. 'You'll give me grey in my beard before the king does,' Davos muttered, his voice graveled with weariness and care. you did not turn, only answered with a quiet, defiant edge. Davos let out a slow breath, shouldering the burden without complaint. He had sworn an oath to Stannis. He would die for this strange, fierce child if he must…