Daveth Baratheon is the eldest son of King Robert I Baratheon and Queen Cersei Lannister, the only one of four children she bore her lawful husband.
A natural-born prodigy, his intellect and swordsmanship skills are among one of the best despite hi...
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—At Dragonstone—
Daveth donned his black armor and gold cloak, dismounting his stallion on the steps of Dragonstone with two of his Kingsguard knights: Ser Lucius Blackmyre and Ser Boros Blount. He had sent a raven to Dragonstone and received a reply. His uncle, Lord Stannis Baratheon, agreed to meet with him outside the gates.
"Are you sure this is wise, Your Grace?" Ser Boros asked. "We've already received reports about suspicious activities taking place here. Some of them are... unsettling."
Daveth did not look at him. "I've heard the same, Ser Boros. But that doesn't concern me at the moment. Stannis always went on about having a sense of duty and responsibility. He wasn't at King's Landing to attend neither Jon Arryn's funeral nor attend my coronation. And with Renly starting his damned, pointless rebellion, I'll need ships and Stannis is a military commander. Last I heard he was busy building new ships. And we'll need him on our side."
Ser Lucius noted this. "Still, it'd be best to remain on-guard."
"Very well."
The fast they get this business over with, the faster they could return to King's Landing to prepare to put down the insurrection. The carved gateway began to slowly open, revealing Lord Stannis Baratheon, Ser Davos Seaworth and the red priestess Melisandre. The trio stepped forward as Stannis and Daveth stood facing each other, but only Davos was the one who bent to one knee.
"Nephew," Stannis said with a chill courtesy.
"Uncle," Daveth returned.
Davos rose to his feet. "Your Grace, you honor us with your presence," he greeted, causing Daveth to look directly at him.
"And you are...?"
"Ser Davos, Your Grace, of House Seaworth."
Before Daveth could open his mouth to speak, he was cut off.
"You needn't ask about my House, Your Grace. It's... rather new. Your uncle, Lord Stannis, knighted me after the rebellion."
"It's rude to interrupt the King when he's talking, Ser Davos of House Seaworth," said Ser Boros.
Daveth turned to his Kingsguard. "A minor mistake, Ser Boros. He knows his place, and he will not let it happen again. Do I make myself clear?"
"My apologies, Your Grace."
"I had not thought you had it in you to find your way here," Stannis said. "Last I heard you were at King's Landing, sitting on the Iron Throne."
Daveth noticed how deepset Stannis's eyes were and how stern his facial expression looked. It was obvious his uncle was not a man made for easy courtesies.
"What brings you to Dragonstone?" he finally asked.
"Renly has betrayed House Baratheon and has risen up in revolt against the Iron Throne, calling himself King with the intent on taking the throne for himself. Our last reports informed us that the Reach has declared for him, sealing it with a marriage-alliance to Lord Mace of House Tyrell's daughter, Lady Margaery. The scouts tell us Renly has amassed an army of over 100,000 men and plans to march on the capital. I came here to enlist your aid in putting down this pointless rebellion."
