Yagami Light in Game of Thrones

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This was the third time Davos had been to Volantis. The first two times had been during his turbulent youth: in those years he had sailed all the near seas in pursuit of profit. But Davos had never travelled further than Volantis. The wonders of the east beyond the smoking ruins of Valyria beckoned to him, but caution and common sense prevailed. That's the kind of man he is. He knows the winds and currents, knows how to predict storms and avoid dangerous reefs - enough for a good captain, but not enough for a great navigator. He is not Corlis Velarion or Euron Greyjoy. He is Davos Seaworth, and safety is more important to him than adventure.

It was safety that brought him here. Not his own - he can take care of himself - but those of his charges. Shireen Baratheon and Edric Storm, Stannis's legitimate daughter and Robert's illegitimate son. Davos got them out of Dragonstone literally at the last moment. They fled during the night, and at dawn the castle fell. The island was not yet completely hidden behind the horizon, so Davos saw the deer banner on the towers give way to the lion banner. Golden claws were tearing the scarlet silk. I don't believe your claw is sharper and stronger. Davos shook his head. As long as he lived, the lion's claws would not reach the children.

Their blood made them a target. Baratheon blood that the Lannisters seek to destroy to secure the throne for Cersei's children. The massacre at the Stone Sept is proof of that. The Mountain beheaded a prostitute named Colla just because she had the temerity to boast that her father was Robert Baratheon. In response to the townspeople's outrage, the Mountain killed a hundred men and set fire to ten houses. If this is how the Lannisters deal with an unrecognised bastard, what is in store for Edric, whose descent from Robert is certain? And Shireen, whose descent is not only certain but legitimate?

At first Davos wanted to hide in Tyrosh. He knew the town quite well, and the local custom of dyeing one's hair was very convenient for those who wished to conceal their identity. Davos' beard and hair turned green, Shireen turned fiery red, and Edric turned blond. Nevertheless, they failed to deceive the spies. Already in his second week in the city, Davos noticed himself being followed. The dwarf's men, no different. Tyrion Lannister had been master of the whisperers for less than a year, but he had already earned a certain reputation. Half the smugglers in King's Landing worked for him.

After breaking away from the 'tail' through the back alleys, Davos reached their temporary shelter, woke Edric and Shireen and told them to pack for the road. The children asked no questions. They were quickly learning to understand what it meant to be a fugitive. An hour later, the Black Beta set sail from the dock. Davos set a course for Lys.

While still en route, Davos found himself thinking about the Targaryens. Edric and Shireen were facing the fate of Viserys and Daenerys - eternal wandering in the Free Cities, eternal flight from the usurper's servants, eternal fear turning to despair. It was despair that forced Viserys to sell his sister to a Dothraki Khal. But the deal did not bring the beggar king good fortune. He died without getting what he wanted, but his sister... his sister became the Mother of Dragons. And if anyone can end the Lannisters, she can.

He was lucky: Sallador Saan was home. The old pirate hugged him, and they had a nice sit-down reminiscing about the past, but when Davos asked if Salla would agree to take the children in - just for a while! - the answer was no.

- 'No, old chap. I don't want Lannister-hired assassins turning my house upside down. You're my friend, and you're always welcome here, but these children don't belong here. Do you want my advice?

- I don't.

- I'm gonna tell you anyway. Sell them, Davos. Lord Tywin will pay you well. You'll go home to your wife and children and live happily ever after.

- And Shireen and Edric will die.

- So what? They're doomed either way. Stannis is dead, his cause is lost. It's time for you, my friend, to think for yourself.

- I'm not you.

- I know,' Salla sighed. - Well, there is another option. It makes sense for someone who runs from lions to think about dragons. Daenerys Targaryen is in Volantis right now. Trying the patience of the nobles and confusing the minds of the commoners.

- And the dragons?

- Three dragons. They're still small, but they're growing fast. And if she can persuade the Golden Swords, she'll be a force for the lions to reckon with.

- But what will she do with the children? Are they related to Robert, whom she considers a usurper?

Sallador Saan spread his hands.

- That, my friend, I do not know. But it is unlikely that Daenerys would do worse to them than the Lannisters.

Better than the Lannisters is as good as 'warmer than ice'. But Davos didn't have much choice. Either join Daenerys or spend his life on the run.

Finding Daenerys was easy. The dragon queen had been living in Volantis for a month now and had become a local celebrity. People came to gawk at the dragons, red priests shouted prophecies, slaves and poor people were excited, and slave owners and rich people were annoyed. But it had not yet come to attempted assassination, as in Qarth.

- Ser Davos,' Melisandre smiled. - We've been expecting you.

Davos was not surprised. He already knew that Daenerys was accompanied by a red priestess whose description of her appearance matched Melisandre's. In addition to the priestess, there was a balding knight whose crest was a black bear on a green field, and a frail, silver-haired girl whose top barely reached Melisandre's shoulders.

Daenerys Targaryen turned round.

- Were you looking for me, Sire?

The girl's melodious voice was like the tinkling of silver bells woven into her braids. According to Dothraki custom, each bell signified victory over an enemy. How many enemies has she defeated?

- Yes, Your Majesty. My name is Davos Seaworth. I served King Stannis for a long time.

- Usurper Stannis,' Daenerys corrected.

- 'He is a usurper from your point of view,' Davos agreed, 'though he had more right to the throne than the Lannisters who hold it now. I will help you avenge the Lannisters and regain the throne, but in return I want you to promise that Shireen and Edric will not be harmed.

- Shireen and Edric?

- Stannis's daughter and Robert's son,' Melisandre explained. - 'He brought them with him. I saw it in the flames.

- 'I promise them safety,' Daenerys said, 'provided they renounce all rights to the Iron Throne.

The expected response.

- Shireen will renounce, Your Grace. And Edric has no rights as it is, he's a bastard.

- In that case, welcome, Ser Davos.

- Pardon my curiosity, but where are your dragons? I was hoping to see them.

- We've been keeping them outside the city lately,' the knight said for the first time. - The Volantians are afraid they might set fire to something. Oh, yes, I forgot to introduce myself. Ser Jorah Mormont, at your service.

Davos shook his hand.

- I hear you're negotiating with the Golden Swords. Any luck?

- Not so far. The Dragons are too small, the Lannisters too strong, and Harry Strickland too cautious. The Captain-General doesn't believe we'll succeed.

- But if the Lannisters suddenly weaken, his opinion may change,' Melisandre smiled. - Ser Davos is not here by chance. He has an important role to play in future events. And so do you, Ser Jorah.

The knight blushed and turned away. Melisandre continued:

- The flames do not lie, and the time given to Tywin Lannister is almost up. His death will be a stone that will pull an avalanche. That avalanche will sweep away the false kings and pave Azor Ahai's path to the throne.

Davos felt uneasy. 'I shouldn't have come here,' his mind flashed.

- When will Tywin Lannister die?

- When you, Ser Davos, bring me to Blackwater.

- Your Grace? - Davos has spoken to Daenerys.

- Do as she says,' the dragon queen commanded. - Or have you already changed your mind about helping me?

Davos made up his mind.

- No, Your Grace. I have not changed my mind.

- You will guide the ship through the night,' Melisandre said, 'so that the Lannisters will not see us. Near the Red Keep, you will put me ashore. You know where the underground passage begins, don't you? The one Lancel and Cersei used to escape Stannis?

- I know. But I don't think you'll be able to get into the castle. The Lannisters must have bricked up the passage, or at least put up bars.

Melisandre laughed.

- Not at all, Ser Davos. I don't intend to sneak in at all. Tywin Lannister's bedroom will be infiltrated by something else, something that neither walls nor bars can stop. Only ancient magic-- but Red Castle isn't Storm's End. And when it's done, you will take me back.

Davos felt the hairs on the back of his neck move. 'Shireen and Edric,' he reminded himself. - 'I'm doing this for them.' He reluctantly nodded. The priestess turned to Daenerys.

- 'So, the roles have been assigned. Ser Davos will take Melisandre to her seat, and Ser Jorah-' the queen bit her lip, 'Ser Jorah will know what to do.

Daenerys's tone was exaggeratedly cheerful, but her gaze on Jorah was full of pity.

- 'Yes, my queen.

Jorah Mormont nodded and walked out with Melisandre.