Imagine finding a rare flower in the wilderness and gifting it to Ser Davos.
You carefully shielded the flower that you had found from the elements by cupping your hand around it. You were astounded that you had found it this far north, sheltered by a some rather large and sharp rocks. It’s color called attention to it, so rare for this time of year as well. And you knew exactly the person who might appreciate such a gift.
You ran into him before you were in the castle of Winterfell, standing outside, watching for something. “What are you looking for, Ser Davos?” You asked upon your approach. He looked over at you, then resumed his searching, hands tucked behind his back, gloved as usual.
“Oh, just trying to memorize the scenery while it’s still peaceful,” He said with a sigh. He felt comfortable enough around you to tell you these things. Things he might not even have told Jon. You sighed as well, holding the flowers close to your chest. You understood that. These were crazy times.
“I have something for you - something that will hopefully brighten up your day.” With a flourish you revealed the flower to him, the edges white but going in towards a cerulean color near the middle. That blue was bright enough to rival a Summer a sky on a beautiful day. He gasped when he saw it, and leaned in to get a closer look.
“This is incredible rare, y/n, where did you find it?” He questioned.
“Never you mind that. It was the only one, I did search for a while,” You said, insisting that he take it. He finally did under duress, the stem sticking between the fingers of his gloves. “Press it in a book, it will last forever that way.”
“Yes, thank you,” He said with a kind smile that made your heart skip a beat. Ser Davos was a good man, one of the best men. He deserved a little brightness in these bleak days.
