Davina Targaryen was focused on fun and adventure when they took their trip north she never expected to fall in love.
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"What you're looking for has been here the whole time."
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"So, Davina, how are you planning on winning this war?'' Questioned Oberyn over their meal.
"I'm going back to my ancestors." Davina answered simply.
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"Oh?" Oberyn mused.
"Wildfire." Davina answered. Oberyn chuckled.
"Thats good." Oberyn agreed. "Risky, what if it doesnt work?"
"It will work." Davina corrected. "I'm brilliant."
"I like your spirit." Oberyn agreed. "Your confidence."
"AS do I." Jon agreed wrapping a possessive arm around Davina, she smiled kissing his cheek.
"I like jealous you." Davina whispered. "But you have nothing be jealous about."
"No? My charm is not charming enough?" Oberyn questioned.
"Not charming enough to compete with my Jon." Davina confirmed.
"Does he not like you?" Arya questioned her father quietly.
"He doesnt not like me." Ned countered.
"He's mad at the mountain more than your Stark blood." Draco cut in.
"The mountain? Sandors brother?" Arya questioned. 'Why?"
"He is a mad dog, went crazy when my mum fled the capital and killed Oberyn's sister and her two kids. I think mum thought he would be mad at her for that since she married my dad." Draco informed them.
"They seem friendly." Arya corrected.
"Yeah, so what do I know?' Draco offered with a shrug.
"Sandor this is Prince Oberyn Martell." Avalon introduced. "Thank you for getting Sandor." Avalon told Nora as she took a seat.
"You got it dude." Nora agreed.
"Is your brother-" Oberyn began and Sandor scoffed. "Oh, you dont like your brother?'
"We dont like Gregor. Simple as that." Davina agreed.
"He's still a fugitive of the crown isnt he?" Avalon recalled. "Ned you were working under a different kings name but you still summoned- oh lords Beric, that poor man is probably dead." Avalon realized. "It's been moons."
"I could have told you that. It's shit to go up against Gregor." Sandor agreed.
"You did tell her." Davina assured. "But Ned sent Beric off anyways, poor Beric. Dead Beric.... who the heck was Beric again?"
"I would like to meet him. Have a talk." Oberyn countered.
