prompt. / @starfrckled says ❛ I’m glad you’re not dead. ❜ STRANGE, THE THINGS THAT COULD COME TO PASS IN WHAT FEELS TO BE YEARS, BUT HAS ONLY BEEN MONTHS ; an ever-turning wheel, moving the world forward, whether it wants to or not. when they had first met, one had been a boy of fifteen, broken and crippled, stolen from his home, while the other had been shocked into knighthood, a smuggler with missing fingers, and little desire to be part of the world he had been lured into. a kraken prince and an onion knight ; entirely different, and still bonded through a common love for the sea. when Maron had left Dragonstone, Davos had been the reason his departure had been more bittersweet than he had anticipated. since then, both had marched to war, each finally in the camp where they belonged, and every day, Maron had hoped not to run into the man he now considered an old friend. his only ally, along with his sons, that the young Ironborn had had during his years of wardship. to think that they would meet again, fighting for the same side, in a battle that both had never anticipated . . .
“ and you. ” reaching out with a smile, his hand firmly gripped Davos’ lower arm in an amiable greeting ; a gesture far more friendly than the curt nod he had offered Jon Snow when they first had stood before each other. “ half a wonder that your red witch hasn’t driven you to madness yet, my friend. ” friend indeed ; even after all that time, after all that had happened. the Ironborn had reached Castle Black from Eastwatch-By-The-Sea the night before ; twenty-four Ironborn ships ( amongst them eighteen dromons of the Iron Fleet ), and fifteen more captured and manned on the journey, still at anchor in the frozen bay, guarded by Ironborn and Men of the Watch alike. all for the single purpose of killing Ramsay Snow for what he had done to Maron’s little brother . . . “ have you told Stannis that the throne he wants is further south? ”
