Dress / Gregor Clegane / Davina Targaryen

9. Bring Him to his Knees

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"Kick his butt Arya!"

"Whats the pipsqueak doing?" Gregor mumbled

"Learning to fight." Davina answered

"That's not fighting." Gregor corrected

"Shut up. She is doing great- it's okay Arya!" Davina clapped out. "Get back up!"

"This is not fighting. Too much flamboyance." Gregor informed her. Davina glanced to him.

"Big word big man."

"I'm not an imbecile." Gregor barked.

"You!" Syrio demanded while fending off arya. "Enough talking! She need to focus!"

"Way to go gregor." Davina sassed. Gregor gaped back at her.

"Me?"

"Didn't you hear him? Shut up." Davina instructed before heading off. Gregor grumbled chasing after her. Gregor had so many thought as he stared at Davina, like how are you so perfect and so unattainable? If she was anyone else he would have fucked her by now. Cersei probably would have liked if he raped her. But not if she got pregnant. She would have both their heads if Davina ended up pregnant. Gregor couldnt let that happen.

He wanted to fuck, marry and kill Davina all in the same day usually and it didnt make any sense to him.

"I'm hungry." Davina decided.

"Okay." Gregor grumbled.

"Get me something to eat." She instructed.

"I'm not your slave."

"You should be." Davina corrected, her gaze sharp up at him. "I would make you my puppet. On a string..." Gregor growled. "You would do as I say and I would bring you to your knees." she breathed back. His face softened and she hooked her heel around the back of his knee and pulled he dropped heavily to a knee before her. "Wine and a fresh loaf of bread, still hot and crisp." she instructed. She grabbed his chin holding his gaze, he didnt force away like she expected. "Do we understand who is in charge Gregor?" He didnt flinch, didnt move at all, just stared at her as she trilled her fingers over his jaw. Long talon like nails that he was picturing digging into his back as he fucked her into oblivion. She let him go and turned heading to her room. "Be quick about it!" She added. He watched her go. It was all he could do.

"Council business. We all have so much to discuss with Ned Stark." Petyr remarked. Arya held her breath.

"Everyone's well aware of your enduring fondness for Lord Stark's wife. If the Lannisters were behind the attempt on the Stark boy's life and it was discovered that you helped the Starks come to that conclusion... To think... A simple word to the Queen..." Varys answered.

"One shudders at the thought." Petyr agreed. "But you know something? I do believe that I have seen you even more recently than you have seen me."

" Have you?"

"Yes. Earlier today, I distinctly recall seeing you talking to Lord Stark in his chambers." Petyr realized.

"Was that you under the bed?" He mused.

"And not long after that when I saw you escorting a certain foreign dignitary... Council business? Of course you would have friends from across The Narrow Sea. You're from there yourself, after all. We're friends, aren't we, Lord Varys? I'd like to think we are. So you can imagine my burden, wondering if the King might question my friend's sympathies... To stand at a crossroads where turning left means loyalty to a friend, turning right, loyalty to the realm."