selyse baratheon

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the cracks are deeper on every plate | davos & selyse | june 6th

Ever since the news came out that Robert Baratheon had lost the vote of no confidence days before, the streets were full people in revolt. Acts of violence and vandalism spreaded over the town like fire. There was something frightening about a mob losing its fear of an army. It meant the world could change at any moment. There was a point in which everything was just too much, that Stannis decided it was too dangerous for Shireen and Selyse to stay in London and they’d be safer in Cotswold.

Storm’s End was the home of the Baratheon family since the beginning of the last century; it was home for Stannis and his brothers, but not for her. In the few occasions she had been there, Selyse felt somewhat like an intruder. Maybe it had something to do with Steffon and Cassana’s death, and how it affected the three young boys. No one told her that, of course, especially not Stannis. Her husband rarely spoke of his parents, as if the wound was still too fresh to be mended, no matter how time had passed since then.

Stannis said Davos would be the one taking them, so Selyse waited in the drawing room while skimming through a cheap magazine, her small suitcase sitting on the floor by the sofa. Shireen was still in her bedroom, packing some books and sketchpad to keep her entertained. There would be yet another suitcase with hers and Shireen’s, belonging to one of her daughter’s nurse; they couldn’t have the luxury to leave Shireen unattended in case of an emergency.

Davos Seaworth wasn’t the type of man she’d expect to be Stannis’ right-hand man, but like much else, there was no point discussing the matter. For some reason or another, he’d gained har husband’s trust, which was quite an accomplishment, so it wasn’t Selyse’s place to question it.

There’s a knock in the door, one of the house maids entered the room, with Davos following behind. “Mr. Seaworth is here to see you, m’am” she said before leaving just as quickly as she came. Such a long time had passed since Davos began to come frequently to the house, it was a wonder the staff still continued to announce his presence and lead him around the rooms.

“Davos” she nodded politely “how are you?” It was an empty courtesy, they both know better than to believe any of it.