Hello everyone! So where did this come from? Not entirely sure. But it exists. I thought about making this story in a funnier tone like I did with the Best of Boys but it took a different route. I'm planning on this being two maybe three chapters tops.

I hope you all like it and please continue to stay safe out there!

He marches through the halls of Winterfell, ignoring all the dead bodies lying around, searching for the man he named King. A man he believed to be strong and wise even for his age. An honorable man who knew it best to bend the knee to save the realms and his people. A man who gave his life to do what was right.

But now, he wasn't that man.

Somehow coming North had turned that man into a boy. A boy too afraid to stand up to others and defend those he swore allegiance to. Aye, the lad had received some revelations but instead of facing it, he has run away. Even now nearly losing the battle for the living had not snapped him back to his senses.

Well, he's going to fix that right now.

He doesn't wait to even knock on his door before walking in and shutting the door behind him. He sees him at his bed brooding, still covered in blood and grime, and watches as he looks up in surprise.

"Davos?" he questions.

He doesn't hesitate and strides in front of him before striking the lad.

There's a shock on his face, hurt, and a tinge of anger that fills his eyes before it extinguishes.

That won't do at all.

The woman he just left the side of, who he has grown to love as his own and has accepted as his Queen did not need that, especially now that she risked losing everything. She needed fire, she needed love, she needed the dragon this lad was born as not whoever this was.

He strikes him again.

This time the anger does not extinguish but grows into a blaze.

"What in the Seven Hells Davos!" the lad yells standing up, trying to impose himself over him.

"What the Seven Hells is right!" he yells back. "What are you doing in here sulking?!" he doesn't answer. "Do you know where I was? I was with the Queen."

"Davos…" Jon starts, looking away.

"No! You'll listen now and don't you dare interrupt!" he yells again and he can see the dragon fuming inside. "Since we've arrived I've been doing what you should have. I've been at her side giving her the support you've failed to do. I've held her as she cried at the Northerners at your sisters' contempt! At your rejection! "

"You don't understand Davos…"

"Like hell, I don't! Forgive me my Lord but your nothing but a coward, a despicable man who took advantage of a woman who had the disgrace of falling in love with you!"

"I did not take advantage of her!" Jon exclaims, the fire burning even brighter.

"You've used her like every other man in her life! You used her for her armies, for her dragons, for the dragonglass on her island and finally for your personal pleasure!" he practically spats out the last part. "Well congratulations Lord Snow, you have gotten everything you wanted, you can now boast about fucking the foreign whore and tricking her into giving you everything, I'm sure your Northern men will sing songs about you for years to come."

He may have poked the dragon too hard for the next thing he knows he feels the lad's fist connect with his face.

"Don't you dare call her that!" Jon growls.

There he is.

He holds back a smile deciding to test his fate and push more.

"Why not that's what everyone else calls her and not once have you stopped them," he points out. "You must enjoy seeing others treated worse than you were as a bastard."

The flames grow and the former King grabs his collar nearly lifting him off the ground.

"I love that woman Ser Davos and if I hear you or anyone else calls her that again…"

"You love her do ya? Then why are you here instead of by her side? When she desperately needs you?" he asks.

This brings the lad up short as he loosens the grip on his collar and takes a few steps back.

"They… they told me she was alright," he stutters out. "That she didn't…"

This confuses him.

"What…"

"Is she alright?!" desperation takes over the lad as the fire still burns but with concern behind it.

"N…no she's not."

He doesn't get an opportunity to tell the warden anything else before he's bolting out of the room. He follows and soon arrives at the Queen's quarters. The lad is at the Queen's side as she lays unconscious in her bed. At least they managed to remove most of the bloodied clothing off of her, he's not sure how Jon may have reacted if he had seen her in the state he had found her in.

He had followed Melisandre out to make sure her life ended. He watched as she turned to dust and was about to return into the castle when he hears a sorrowful roar.

He sees the Queen's dragon on the ground, wrapped around something.

Gods no.

He rushes towards the dragon not once thinking about his well being. The closer he gets the more he can distinguish the sounds of sobs.

She's alive.

The hint of relief comes but he quickly reminds himself that just because the queen is alive it does not mean she is unhurt.

He slows his approach and the dragon lifts its head and growls at him.

"Easy there, I'm here to help your mama. I just want to make sure she's alright," he stutters out.

"S…ser D…davos?" he hears a voice call out.

"Your Grace!" he shouts out trying to see past the dragon. "I can't get passed your dragon, your Grace!"

He hears her say some words and the dragon slowly moves his enormous body enough to show his mother but not stopping his growling. He approaches his Queen slowly and finds her ln the ground holding a body and covered in blood.

"My Queen, " he says and the young woman looks up at him.

"He…he… he saved me… he died… I…I couldn't " she cries, holding the body close to her own. He realizes who it is she's holding and understands why this is so hard on her.

Its Ser Jorah, the man she had revealed to him as the only one who has been at her side since the beginning of her journey, her sworn protector. This man meant a lot to the Queen and had done his duty and given his life to protect her.

Now he mustn't let his sacrifice be in vain.

He gives her a once over trying to see if there's any major injury. She's covered in blood but he doesn't know who it belongs to, he needs to get closer.

He walks slowly towards her, never looking away from the dragon, and kneels at her side.

"Your Grace, how did you end down on the ground?" he asks.

"I….I saved Jon… Drogon got swarmed… he needed to shake himself to get rid of the dead…. I fell off…. he flew away…Jorah saved me…" she sobs out.

She fell, saving Jon.

She fell.

"Your Grace… the b…"

"Don't. Please don't," she begs.

She's terrified. She just lost one of her closest friends and she may lose someone else as well.

"Your Grace, I'll send some men for Ser Jorah's body but I need to get you inside to make sure you're alright, that you're both alright," he stresses.

She looks at him, fear and sorrow on her face.

"It hurts, Davos," she nearly whispers, her hand lowering to her abdomen.

This draws him to action.

He stands and gently moves Ser Jorah's body before turning to his Queen. He helps her stand and holds on tight as she bends over in pain.

"I… I can't…" she grinds out.

"We have to. The sooner we get you to the Maester the sooner we make sure you're both safe," he tries to comfort and encourage her.

It takes them a while, step by step they make their way to the castle, stopping whenever she would feel too much pain. Thankfully when they arrive closer to the gates some of her men catch sight of them and assist in taking her to her quarters.

It's a flurry in her rooms as everyone tries to help the Queen. The Maester is quickly brought and begins to examine her. There's a grave look upon the man's face as the exam goes on. And when he finishes the news looks grim.

"Her majesty seems fine for the most part," he announces, "there are scratches and bruises all over her body and those will heal."

"And the babe?" he asks the man, who immediately sighs in resignation.

"I've done what I've can. The Queen is close to three months along but the fall she described has put the child at risk, major risk. We can only have the Queen rest and pray that the gods spare the child," Wolkan answers, preparing to leave.

"Maester," he calls out, stopping him for a moment. "This information does not leave this room do you understand?"

"I do my Lord, you have my word no one will know anything about the Queen from me," he vows to leave the room.

He walks to the Queen's side, who seems to be fighting sleep.

"I'm scared, I don't want… I can't lose…."

"Shhh…don't think that way," he says sitting on an empty stool next to her and holding her hand. "I'm sure the babe will make it. The lad has the two strongest parents I know."

She tries to smile but her fear and sorrow won't allow it.

"Jon doesn't know and now he'll never know. He won't want this," she puts her hand on her abdomen.

"The lad is just lost. I'm sure the moment he finds out he'll be the happiest man in the world," he says.

She begins to cry again, breaking his old heart. Her friend Missandei arrives soon and takes his place at her bedside.

It had been at that moment, watching that young woman break down that he left the room and attempted to find Jon Snow.

"What happened?" the young man growls.

"A… after she saved you she fell from Drogon," he explains and sees how Jon tenses. "Ser Jorah got to her before the dead could kill her and they both fought them off as long as they could. He didn't make it."

The lad clenches his fists.

"I should have made sure she was safe. I was so focused on Bran…" he vents and his own anger returns.

"Aye, you should have. Maybe if you had the queen would be fine and she wouldn't be so worried about losing the ba…" he stops himself but Jon picks up on it.

"What did you say?" he asks, looking away from the queen.

"Nothing."

"No. You stopped yourself from saying something. What is it?"

He looks at the Lord and looks at the Queen. She would want to be the one to tell him.

"It's not my place to tell," he says.

"To hells with that Davos tell me what's going on!" he shouts.

They're interrupted by a groan and their attention turns to their Queen. She opens her eyes and small grin forms on her face upon seeing Jon.

"Jon, you're here," she says. The lad moves closer to her, lovingly looking at her while moving stray hair from her face.

"Aye, I am," he answers with what sounds like a lump in his throat. But the Queen immediately begins to tear up.

"I'm sorry Jon," she cries.

"Shh. Why are you apologizing? This is my fault, I should have made sure you were safely in the air before I ran off," Jon says, tears in his voice as well.

"I might lose him, Jon. I don't want to lose my child," she begs desperately.

"I'm sure Drogon and Rhaegal will be fine Dany, there's no need for you to worry," Jon tries to reassure her.

He steps up then placing a hand on Jon's shoulder and looking to the Queen for permission, who simply nods.

"That's not the child she's referring to, son," he says gently.

The Queen then takes Jon's hand and guides it to the small swell, that is more obvious in this robe than the clothing she wore into battle. His heart breaks even more as he watches the former King of the North come to understand what he's being told. The horror in his eyes at the realization that he could lose the child he barely discovered existed breaks him as he too joins the two parents in tears.

He prays to all the gods, old and new, even that Red god that he has hated for years to let this child live. To give these young monarchs at least this happiness that they both deserve in this miserable world they were born in.