Summary: A feast is held in King’s Landing to celebrate the betrothal of King Stannis Baratheon to Lady Sansa Stark. Davos convinces his king to dance with Sansa. Stannis/Sansa and Stannis/Davos.
Note: In this story Stannis has recently won the Iron Throne and the realm is relatively at peace. Jon survived, Bran and Rickon are ruling Winterfell, Melisandre and Selsye both had fatal accidents while at the Wall, and…that as much detail as I’ve thought of. I imagine Davos to be a good dancer, and like to think him and Marya have danced many nights away in King’s Landing and at Cape Wrath. Part of Stannis and Sansa’s conversation is lifted straight out of a conversation Faramir and Éowyn have in Lord of the Rings.
In my mind, THIS piece of music is playing in the first dancing scene of this story, the 2nd movement of Prokofiev's 2nd violin concerto: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DoeURsyVdBU
Davos
“It is expected that the King should dance with his betrothed at his own betrothal feast.”
Stannis scowled at him, his mouth set in a thin line.
“There will be many other lords and knights for my Lady Sansa to dance with,” growled Stannis. Knights much younger and more handsome than yourself, is that what you mean to say Your Grace?
“As you know, Maester Pylos has arranged dancing lessons for your daughter and my sons.”
“The follies of youth,” muttered Stannis.
“And,” continued Davos, pretending he hadn’t heard his King, “I would be more than happy to reacquaint your Grace with some of the most common court dances. They haven’t changed much since your brother sat the Iron Throne.”
“And what would a smuggler know about dancing?”
Davos thought back many years ago to when he first met his Marya, spinning her around as a fiddler scratched out a lively tune in a nondescript tavern in Flea Bottom.
“I might not know too much about courtly dances or the etiquette of how many times it is proper for a knight to dance with a lady not his wife, but I do know that there is no sweeter sight than seeing your partner smile and no sound more satisfying than hearing your partner laugh as you twirl her about on the dance floor.” And maybe Lady Sansa can finally teach you how to laugh, my King.
Stannis paused for a second, and Davos could hear the grinding of teeth.
“Very well, let us get this over will,” said Stannis.
Have you danced at all since your first wedding? wondered Davos, as he studied Stannis’ face. The answer was probably no, dancing being seen as a frivolous thing in his King’s eyes, fit only for lords who liked dressing up and having all the court’s eyes on them. And likely you only danced with Selsye then to spite Renly and Robert.
Davos settled his right hand on Stannis’ shoulder, his thumb lightly brushing his King’s collar bone. Davos felt Stannis shiver slightly at the touch, though it was far from cold in the room.
“Put your hand on my waist,” Davos whispered. He realized that his King’s face was unexpectedly close to his. Almost close enough to...
He felt a slight pressure on his waist, and Stannis’ hand grabbed Davos’ maimed one tightly, almost possessively.
“Now,” said Davos softly, feeling like shivering himself as he started to hum a melody, “Do you remember the steps that go with this tune?”
Stannis’ eyes had closed and his expression was unreadable, but the tension in his body was starting to dissipate. He gave a small nod, and slowly but surely began to move his feet in an intricate pattern learned so long ago.
See, that wasn’t so difficult, thought Davos with a calm smile.
Fill 2: Wishing to be in Two Places at Once 1/4, Stannis/Sansa, Stannis/Davos
Summary: A feast is held in King’s Landing to celebrate the betrothal of King Stannis Baratheon to Lady Sansa Stark. Davos convinces his king to dance with Sansa. Stannis/Sansa and Stannis/Davos.
Note: In this story Stannis has recently won the Iron Throne and the realm is relatively at peace. Jon survived, Bran and Rickon are ruling Winterfell, Melisandre and Selsye both had fatal accidents while at the Wall, and…that as much detail as I’ve thought of. I imagine Davos to be a good dancer, and like to think him and Marya have danced many nights away in King’s Landing and at Cape Wrath. Part of Stannis and Sansa’s conversation is lifted straight out of a conversation Faramir and Éowyn have in Lord of the Rings.
In my mind, THIS piece of music is playing in the first dancing scene of this story, the 2nd movement of Prokofiev's 2nd violin concerto: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DoeURsyVdBU
Davos
“It is expected that the King should dance with his betrothed at his own betrothal feast.”
Stannis scowled at him, his mouth set in a thin line.
“There will be many other lords and knights for my Lady Sansa to dance with,” growled Stannis. Knights much younger and more handsome than yourself, is that what you mean to say Your Grace?
“As you know, Maester Pylos has arranged dancing lessons for your daughter and my sons.”
“The follies of youth,” muttered Stannis.
“And,” continued Davos, pretending he hadn’t heard his King, “I would be more than happy to reacquaint your Grace with some of the most common court dances. They haven’t changed much since your brother sat the Iron Throne.”
“And what would a smuggler know about dancing?”
Davos thought back many years ago to when he first met his Marya, spinning her around as a fiddler scratched out a lively tune in a nondescript tavern in Flea Bottom.
“I might not know too much about courtly dances or the etiquette of how many times it is proper for a knight to dance with a lady not his wife, but I do know that there is no sweeter sight than seeing your partner smile and no sound more satisfying than hearing your partner laugh as you twirl her about on the dance floor.” And maybe Lady Sansa can finally teach you how to laugh, my King.
Stannis paused for a second, and Davos could hear the grinding of teeth.
“Very well, let us get this over will,” said Stannis.
Have you danced at all since your first wedding? wondered Davos, as he studied Stannis’ face. The answer was probably no, dancing being seen as a frivolous thing in his King’s eyes, fit only for lords who liked dressing up and having all the court’s eyes on them. And likely you only danced with Selsye then to spite Renly and Robert.
Davos settled his right hand on Stannis’ shoulder, his thumb lightly brushing his King’s collar bone. Davos felt Stannis shiver slightly at the touch, though it was far from cold in the room.
“Put your hand on my waist,” Davos whispered. He realized that his King’s face was unexpectedly close to his. Almost close enough to...
He felt a slight pressure on his waist, and Stannis’ hand grabbed Davos’ maimed one tightly, almost possessively.
“Now,” said Davos softly, feeling like shivering himself as he started to hum a melody, “Do you remember the steps that go with this tune?”
Stannis’ eyes had closed and his expression was unreadable, but the tension in his body was starting to dissipate. He gave a small nod, and slowly but surely began to move his feet in an intricate pattern learned so long ago.
See, that wasn’t so difficult, thought Davos with a calm smile.